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Skyfall (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Lujo Hex)

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Sky Falls Down
Military Objective/Trapped Follow Up

In the aftermath of the blunted Alliance peacekeeping operation into First Order territory, the retreating Defense Force first rendezvoused at Velga for several days of immediate triage and processing, before they were to be loaded back up onto their transports and shipped back towards the capital sector. Then the Vong came. As the battle for Velga raged on, the political landscape shifted and talks of a cease fire with the Imperials began to win out over prolonged conflict. Narrowly avoiding a decapitating blow that would have effectively crippled their military might and left them potentially open to full scale invasion, heroic efforts on the part of the New Jedi Order and Defense Force staved off annihilation, and the survivors' transports were rerouted towards the Core. Still within range to come to the aid of the Federation's defensive forces should the border once more come under fire, but removed enough from the equation to hopefully reduce tensions enough for the peace process to move forward.

Now, the survivors of Velga colony find themselves guests of the independent planetary government of Lujo. Currently in trade negotiations with several Alliance member worlds and already hosting those still recovering from the campaign to secure the Inner Core, much of the population is excited about the economic potential being recognized as a Federation planet would bring. But Lujo's prior history with the Galactic Alliance cannot be denied, the world was the site of a major battle on the Alliance's path towards One Sith held Coruscant. It had been total war between the two galactic powers, on a planetary scale and all throughout the system. The cities are still not fully rebuilt, and scattered everywhere are monuments to the titanic struggle. Scattered too, are the dissenters, some violently so. Whether they be former One Sith sympathizers, blame the GA just as much as the Sith, or simply aren't thrilled about billeting the vast camps of a foreign army, certain areas of concentrated resentment within the cities can be dangerous for Alliance personnel.

Despite these provincial concerns, for those gathered to recuperate and await new orders, now on the other side of Alliance space from those that wished them harm, there is a general feeling of security. At least as much as there can be in a galaxy that seems eternally poised on the brink of all consuming strife. But in the black, out on the far edge of the Lujo system, a great darkness yet stirs. Several scout ships, Yuuzhan Vong coralskippers, plunge from hyperspace and begin conducting discreet scans of nearby worlds. Some foes will go to the ends of the verse to avoid suffering defeat.


The Ruined Temple
Spooky Sith Dungeon Crawl

A gift from the Lords of the Fringe to the tyrannical One Sith empire, like much of the planet the Temple was the site of a major battle between Jedi and Sith forces during the Alliance's march towards the Core. Once a towering monument of imposing architecture meant as a testament to the might of the Sith, the structure lies in various states of ruin. Some sections, such as the Library, have been reduced entirely to rubble as if from the struggling of some monstrous beast long ago. But others may still hold secrets, potentially dangerous secrets of a now dead empire, and the New Jedi Order ExplorCorps is seeking volunteers to aid them in exploring passage ways where few would dare to tread.

The One Sith, the Vong...former allies, former collaborators. Was it more than petty revenge that brought the invaders all the way across Alliance space? Or is there some secret within the ruin that could have a part to play in the Jedi's salvation from their would be enslavers? Whether mere serendipity or the will of the Force, the Temple's role in the days to come is unclear, shrouded in the Darkside.


Xesh Base
Service Corps Base, Alliance 'Safe Zone'/Social Center

Once a lush swathe of jungle forest not far from the Sith Temple, the hulking remains of the crashed Immortal class star dreadnought saw an end to that on the last day the Alliance came here in force. Now, the Jedi Service Corps operates a secondary logistical command base to oversee and coordinate Alliance forces in the area. While much of the military leadership is based on Alliance Air Command currently circling several kilometers above the planet's capital city, most concerns regarding diplomacy and trade with the planet and its government have been relegated to Xesh Base.

Centralized in the overgrown remains of the once proud Sith flagship's command bridge, blown out transparisteel ports that would have served as the warship's window onto the battlefield, now connect to a mesh of ropes that descend down at an angle towards the jungle floor. Making ingenious use of the areas of the ship around the bridge still remotely habitable, the Immortal's losing battle with nature makes it an oddly fitting refuge for the New Jedi Order as they coordinate their operations on Lujo as diplomats, healers, and explorers.


And, as always BYOO - Bring Your Own Objective!
 
Location: Ceraluen -> Lujo
Objective: Sky Falls Down
Allies: GA & friends [member="Zark"]
Enemies: Vong

"The Vong didn't detect us" the sensor technician told Cathul.

"Good. Prepare a shuttle so that I can form up with the main fleet; bring the refugees down to Xesh Base"

While, of course, parts of Xesh Base would be used as a processing area for refugees from all over the galaxy, not only Velga, but also the Tingel Arm. A half-dozen factions play host to refugees from the Tingel Arm: the Silver Jedi and the Mando'ade being the main ones. And also the Commenor Systems Alliance, the Free World Coalition further down the road, and the Galactic Alliance alongside the Order of the Sacred Lotus. Lujo have also invited some refugees from the Tingel Arm, all the same as it had refugees from Velga. And Cathul took a shuttle to ferry her around and transfer ships, but the main battle fleet is quite different from what she fought the First Order with: it now had an Immobilizer 419 to go into battle with, and they finally got around to using the reconditioned Munificent-Xs one Aut-X brought to the Alliance upon the fall of the Third Confederacy. At the same time that the two hospital ships were going down to the surface with their loads of refugees, she got herself back into the CIC of the flagship she has in use. Even though it's officially classified as a carrier, she has been using it mostly the same as she would a destroyer in every engagement she used it, except for Hakassi of course, so she would be familiar with how to use it but interdictors are pretty new to her.

"Prepare for battle; the enemy will soon come into range"

OOC: Fleet composition to be revealed in full next post
 
Location: Lujo
Objective: Sky Falls Down/BYOO
Post 1

As soon as he landed, he was greeted with praise- and a steady volume of people screaming at him. Stealing Alliance property. Endangering lives. Unauthorized military action. General disregard for the safety of Allied forces. Wedge, as young as he was, had just put his career in danger for what he did on Velga. His strafing runs came so close that they actually wounded an Alliance soldier, although not grievously. Wedge saw it as a fair trade off.

He sat in a chair, a cup of caf in his hands and handcuffs around his wrists. For now, he was under supervision from a few MPs in a nice, cozy tent. His X-wing was being refueled and refitted. It sustained a few plasma burns, and plenty of other damage from the chaotic battle. As for Wedge, he needed treatment himself. He had suffered a great deal of sleep deprivation and fatigue from the battle, and the number of G-forces he endured put him in a bad way as well. He'd need to see a doctor sooner or later, but for now, he was enjoying his caf like no one else. He was fighting to stay awake, wearily sipping and staring at the tent wall, waiting for whatever would happen next, or whomever would yell at him next.
 
[member="Wedge Draav"]

Asmus wore plain clothes as he walked through the Alliance Base. That was an oddity for a forward base of operations like this. Civilians were seen in larger numbers back at fixed bases deep in Alliance space where more strategic duties were carried out.

For a base where ships were flying recon missions into areas of the deep core where Sith cultists still lurked hid appearance quite clearly marked him as intelligence. Yet rather than an analyst he was in fact an SIS pilot. One of just a few they had.

He wasn't the Commander of Rogue Squadron anymore, but he still had their interests at heart. A story had been exchanged within earshot and he was going to do that thing that always annoyed his superiors and stick his nose in.

"Long day?" he asked as he stepped inside the tent.
 
Objective 1
W/ [member="Asmus Janes"]


A man in plain clothes walked into the tent and spoke to him. He seemed relaxed, but Wedge could tell that he was in some degree, associated with the Alliance. Wedge leaned forward and rubbed his tired eyes.

"I stole my ship to help at Velga..and now I'm in a lot of trouble."

He took a swig from his cup, setting it on the floor. He ran both of his hands through his hair, looking up at the man.

"I don't know if I was supposed to tell you that or not. But...you probably already know some of it, don't you? Or something."

Wedge was exhausted, a tired kid who was now stuck in a world he had no understanding of, and now- now Wedge had to find his place in the galaxy. Velga robbed Wedge of any excuse of innocence.
 
[member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Shamira Karuto"]

This was where the Alliance had first made a serious assault on One Sith territories. Their initial skirmishes had taken them deep into the core. Where Trextan's own parents had died in a battle around the Sith Temple on Coruscant. Shortly after the Sith had found him an easy mark to recruit.

He had heard the stories. A bunker where the One Sith operated their forces from had been cracked open by Omai Rhen himself. Jacen had led the charge through its levels. Here at the temple Aela Talith had apparently broken through the library walls mounted on a Drexl.

As if mimicking the dark Lords of old the One Sith had gone but their influence was still felt. He had encountered Yuuzhan Vong with Shamira on Dagobah. Alliance had thought that an isolated incident. They probably didn't now. There had been the omega fleet and several rebellions brought about by the influence of the dark side. Now Lujo was a retreat for refugees and a broken Alliance force.

Yet the darkness still lingered.

Trextan stood before a wall that had been brought down some time ago. Perhaps even the one Aela had broken. Those Jedi who had volunteered to join him were there along with a few members of the Scarred. His personal unit of Kaeshana veterans.

"Careful of any artefacts you might find."
 
Ex-Solider | Ex-Spy | Doctor
Location: Lujo
Objective: Support GA forces and provide logistical support.
***
"Provide logistical support?" Isabella muttered under her breath. "Bureaucratic support more like". She signed one of what must be a thousand papers on her flimsy desk and handed it to the waiting courier. The private dashed off, leaving Isabella alone in her tent. She growled in the back of her throat as she once again reviewed her monumental task.

When the military landed on Lujo, there was only a few days of organization before the camps broke out into near anarchy. Most commanding officers were nursing their wounds or too busy with the local politics to organize the camps, so there was a not-so-gradual breakdown of order. Granted, a few blessed souls had tried to bring the camp back up to standard, but they were soon overwhelmed. An enterprising Lieutenant had contacted her superior officer asking for "logistical support". Her CO (who Isabella was convinced hated her) assigned her to the mission to "help her ease into the machine that was the Galactic Alliance".

Technically she was just to oversee shipments to the camps but, in reality, she was contracted to bring sanity to the forces. She glanced at her summary sheet, while she rubbed her head. "17 soldiers gone AWOL, medical tents running low on first aid supplies, two soldiers fighting in the mess hall, et cetera, et cetera..." She skimmed through the rest of the list, which was much too long for her liking.

Her head snapped up as a female officer walked into her tent. The tall blonde smiled at the frazzled Chiss and cleared her throat. "I'm Julie, SIS agent. I'm here to take over from your-" the woman was startled as Isabella let out a big cheer and sprinted out of the tent.

She breathed in the fresh air and smiled. Just one last errand to run.

She entered the tent, nodding to the surrounding military police. "Grell, good to see you. No don't get up Lock, you'll strain your back. Rolf you have your fly unzipped". She approached the pair of pilots as [member="Wedge Draav"] looked up. She gave a snappy salute to [member="Asmus Janes"], accidently mimicking an Imperial salute. She winced and silently cursed herself. "Sorry, old habit". she muttered. "Asmus, I have detailed reports of the battles at Velga, my CO said you would want to see them". She handed a thick folder to the pilot. She turned to Wedge. "I have about 20 letters of formal complaints and about twice as many of congratulations. I'll just leave it here." She dropped the large parcel on the bed. "I also have the engineer's report for your X-Wing". She handed the document to him.

With a great sigh she dropped on one of the hard tent chairs. She stared for a moment at their expectant faces and started. "Oh I'm so sorry, I haven't introduced myself. Isabella Fonti, SIS associate and part of the maintenance of the military camp." She straightened out her frizzled hair and smoothed out her crumpled uniform.
 
Objective 1
Lujo

Wedge stared at the stack of reports, and the complaints against him. He couldn't imagine who would complain, but there were a lot more people in the Alliance than he knew so- why not, right? He looked up at the Chiss SIS agent, and leaned back in his chair.

"Any of them serious enough to get me into more trouble? And are the kudos gonna do anything for me?"

He took the engineer's report on his X-wing and grimaced. Nothing good in that document, it seemed. His eyes flicked up to agent, closing the report in his hand.

"Well, I'm Wedge Draav. I'd say Starfighter pilot for the alliance after that, but I don't really know what's going to become of me right now. Hopefully not a court martial."

[member="Isabella Fonti"] l [member="Asmus Janes"]
 
Rogue One/CO – Squadron Leader [member="Ben Carlin"]
Rogue Two/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Quinncolson"]
Rogue Four – Fight Officer [member="Arix Askrima"] "Droid"
Rogue Five – Fight Officer [member="justinian atreides"] "Doc"
Rogue Six Flight Officer [member="Arisa Yune"]
Rogue Seven - Flight Officer [member="Lu Talbahar"]
Rogue Eight – Flight Office [member="Barnabas Harou"]
Rogue NineVacant
Rogue Ten – Flight Officer [member="Wedge Draav"]
[member="Isabella Fonti"]

Asmus raised an eyebrow at the salute but didn't question it. They had better methods of catching out counter intelligence agents than an incorrect salute. He would, however, ask some questions later.

He took the paperwork and gave it a cursory sift. The young man had flown below regulation height and fired on troops that were not a suitable distance - accounting for margin of error - away from the location signals of friendly forces. He rolled his eyes at the sheet on his ship. That thing had been rebuilt by hand with his uncle during long trips on their freighter. The alliance engineers always complained about it. Asmus considered the maintenance role as he tucked the flimsiplast under his arm. He really disliked paperwork.

"Thank you very much, how's your workload looking for tomorrow Isabella?" He had a lot of paperwork left to do.

"And you," he said, returning his attention to Wedge. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "Are you flight worthy?"

He knew a place where the young man would fit right in.
 
Wedge shrugged not with his shoulders, but with a flick of his hands. Exhaustion prevented him from the little movements, or at least, wanting to make them.

"Don't know with all this..."

He tapped the stack of paperwork levied against him.

"Currently sitting on top of me. But, hopefully, at least."

Wedge leaned back in his chair, sighing.

"Can definitely still fly though. Why? You want me to steal another ship?"

Wedge smiled a tired smiled. He didn't know what an Imperial salute looked like, he just chalked it up to her being weird.

[member="Asmus Janes"] l [member="Isabella Fonti"]
 
"Sneak...Sneaky...Sneak!"

She was not supposed to be here. Not. At. All. That was the whole reason she was here! Though when the ship had made those noises during take off it had frightened her, and Mariya had scampered into one of the ventilation ducts beneath the flooring to hide from both the noise and the people that were coming her way. It had been quiet for some time, and so the diminutive little fox decided to explore a bit of the ship through her secret cave of tunnels. It was the perfect hideout! In her pocket she carried a small candy bar she'd taken from home, nibbling it when she found herself hungry.

"I wonder where we're going?"

She whispered to herself, squinting to see the small sea of bodies coming and going above her. None of them were wise to her antics, that she had sneaked aboard. Her mother had been assigned to a humanitarian aide mission and Mariya had lied, saying she would be staying with her half-sister over the next week. Instead she managed to somehow find her way aboard the shuttle to Sullust, and from there, a starship that would take them to Lujo. It was quite the accomplishment in her tiny mind, outsmarting those silly officers and officials!

During the course of their journey the small girl had managed to scour just about the entire vessel through the ventilation shafts, climbing and creeping her away in near silence until at last the ship docked at Lujo, and the crew began to disembark with their equipment in hand. That was when the little explorer would make her move! Quickly wiggling her way out through one of the grates she wandered down the loading ramp after the last of the soldiers and civilian aides had departed. Around the port side of the ship she crept, hiding behind a few plastoid shipping containers, deep chocolate eyes peering about to take in the sights. It looked as though it were some strange base or something.

A devious smirk crept along her face as she thought of the adventure she was about to embark on!

[member="Wedge Draav"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]
 
Objective: Sky Falls Down
Allies: [member="Wedge Draav"] [member="Isabella Fonti"] [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: Vong

"One miid ro'ik and escorts have been spotted here" the sensor technician warned Cathul.

"Focus long-range fire on the miid ro'ik; we have to maintain a fighter screen to counter what yorik-et fire we can and concentrate on the largest pieces. Have the Impasse activate its interdictor field: we might be able to get yorik-et fire to form one big blob of magma"

It has been some time since the order for these new A-Wings with tow cables was made, especially since the First Order's walkers were vulnerable to the use of tow cables. But they were never used operationally in combat; the battle for Lujo was going to be the first engagement where these A-Wings with tow cables were going to be used. Which piece was going to be the most effective against yorik-et fire, the electromagnetic plasma fired by the A-Wings or the slugs fired by the fast bombers? Only then she would know. And yet, killing the dovin basals of the miid ro'ik was not going to be easy, and that's the equivalent to shields on Yuuzhan Vong craft. Perhaps attracting all the rocks on a handful of big blobs prior to impact, which could then be blasted into shrapnel, and then limit the damage inflicted, would be the key on the defense or so she would think. In the meantime, the interdictor's fields of fire were to be carefully dosed so that its own fire would not interfere with the lines of fire from the miid ro'ik, and, because the fleet was still at long range from the enemy Vong, 21 APHE shots ranging from 380 to 420mm in caliber, and multiple turbolaser shots, from the cruisers and artillery frigates, began to fire on what dovin basals there were, and other appendages on the hull. They'll soon find out whether the maneuver worked or not...

 
Alright...you got him...he's back.

So much had transpired but...he still found his way back to the Alliance. Still soul searching but...this would work for the meantime; He'd fight for no one else.

That and he found his connection to the Force again...took some reflection and a duel with a Sith Lord for that to even happen. Crazy right?

cough cough...anyway

He hadn't been present at the Battle of Coruscant, but in actuality it was the catalyst that drove him to the Alliance anyway. This was his first time stepping foot here since he came with Trex to buss a swoop gang. Even then...he'd never been to this site before.

The very site of it all made him uneasy...he crouched down, running his fingers along the gravel. His eyes bounced around a bit, fluttering before he said anything else. His head shot up to [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] just as he began to push himself back up.

"You know when you said lets take a trip...I didn't think we'd be actually coming to do work." his right eyebrow shot up, "For a sec I was like what? He really wants to go out and slack off?" he shrugged.

"What's the objective? Anything in particular you trying to find?"

[member="Elmont Block"] | [member="Shamira Karuto"]
 
LUJO
OBJECTIVE 1
Ever since he was a child, Barney had chafed under authority.

He remembered his days in the orphanage. Barney had always been the instigator of bad behavior, the one that would dare the other orphans to climb the tallest buildings with him, the one that would sneak out to help repair a broken generator. He didn't care much about being told what to do, never had, probably never would.

He was a free spirit, and he would do what he thought was right.

In this situation, however, he put that aside, following orders for a change.

The Zeltron boy was at the outskirts of the Alliance camp, knee-deep into the engine of his new X-wing. His heavy-duty work gloves were soiled with fluid, but he didn't care. His goggles rested haphazardly on his brow, discarded in favor of getting a better look at the machinery. His rosy pink skin was covered by a tough leather apron, and billowy pants, which had suddenly been doused in coolant.

Barnabas didn't care. He was getting a feel for his new ship.

He had been on Sullust when he heard the call for volunteers. He'd accepted right away, the uncaged, noble beast he was, before finding out the cause was because of a Vong attack on Velga. He could've opted out. He didn't.

People needed help. They needed air support. Fresh pilots. Bodies between them and danger.

Barnabas decided it sounded exhilarating.

The comm in his ship beeped at him, and he looked up from his work.

Deploy all fighters.

"That's me," Barney breathed, not quite believing it. He locked the engine up, and jumped into the cockpit, smiling as the transparisteel trap closed around him. The X-wing levitated off of the ground, blasting into the sky. Grinning giddily, the Zeltron put on his headgear, speaking into the Rogue Squadron Frequency.

"This is Rogue Eight, ready to assist. Anyone else here for the party?"

| [member="Wedge Draav"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Isabella Fonti"] |
 
[member="Rebel Sunka"]

"Hey, it might still come down to little more than a sightseeing trip," he replied. "Going and seeing an old battleground. A group of scared locals and some odd readings might be nothing."

Trextan didn't sound convinced. He wasn't particularly optimistic. Life seemed to kick him pretty hard every time he felt things were starting to look up. Even if life was worse for others, Trextan tended to centre the galaxy firmly on himself and his own problems.

"Could be nothing, but we need to find out if anyone has moved in to claim what the One Sith left behind. And if not we need to find out if there is anything left behind that could be dangerous."

Trextan stepped up to the threshold. There was a jagged wall, just two feet high remaining. Light streamed through into this wing but they knew the Structure went deep. This was the library wing of the temple. The high racks were still on place, but Trextan could see no remaining tomes from here.

"We might just decide to leave and bombard it from orbit to be safe."
 
Location: Medical center, Lujo
Objective: Provide relief
Allies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Joza Perl"]

Lujo brimmed with the aftermath of war.

It had been long and relentless, and even in the midst of a peace however temporary the damage had far from disappeared. Many had died in the string of battles, many had been injured. Far too many. It was a tragedy, but it was beyond Lina's powers to reverse the destruction.

Helping the Galactic Alliance to salvage what they could was not.

She moved with heavy eyes through the hospital, surveying the patients with intermingled sadness and hope. Lina favoured this line of work out of duty rather than enjoyment - wading through the ones death left behind was not the sort of job one sought out for fun. But there was a joy, the hope for life rather than death. Being able to promise life held a reward she had always missed elsewhere.

A while passed, and she went to and fro diligently as she tended to patients. Replacing bandages, providing medicines - a few of the injured needed little more than comfort, words that assured a new day. In a way it tired her, but if she left a patient closer to health, to happiness, than they had been before, then it was all she needed.

Blue eyes landed on a pink-skinned figure as she turned down a hall.
"Any chance you know where the caf is?"
 
"You don't believe that...I know you don't." he teased, as both of his eyebrows shot up and then fell as he smirked. "Besides you and I both know to kind of expect the worst...so that there aren't any surprises." he trailed off, taking a couple of steps that led him nowhere, folding his arms into themselves before sighing.

"If anybody or anything decided to take up residency...then they've obviously been twisted. This place has my stomach turning...or maybe that was the food, I don't know." He shrugged. "I'm just uneasy..."

He stepped forward ahead of the group and stopped after what he heard the man say, turning around "So you wait till I walk in to say you might bombard the place? Wow tell me how you really feel why don't ya?" he teased. In all his really good hearing he failed to hear the we might leave...

"I'll tell ya one thing...I ain't picking up on any scent right now so there's that."

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
 
Ex-Solider | Ex-Spy | Doctor
Isabella shrugged as [member="Wedge Draav"] voiced his concerns. "I wouldn't worry, most of the complaints are from trumped-up NCOs who are too big for their breeches. Some of the kudos, on the other hand, are from well respected Alliance personnel. But really, I don't know what might happen". She pulled a small tin of rock candy from one of her pockets and munched on one happily. She considered sharing some with the others but couldn't bear to part with the precious candy.

She looked up as [member="Asmus Janes"] asked her about her workload. "A good deal of work for me, unfortunately. It looks like I won't be getting much sleep." She paused a moment to think. "But better now that another agent has arrived, so I can deal with some supply orders if you need to restock-"

She was interrupted by a pinging sound coming from her comm-link. "Sorry, I have to take this." She stood in a corner quietly listening to the speaker while the two pilots had a discussion. Her mouth drew into a grim line as she heard the news and replied with a prompt "Yes Ma'am".

She turned towards the pilots. "That was my CO" she said "She said that Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"] had come in contact with Vong ships. Forces are mobilizing in this camp, as are a few other installations, to help should the Admiral call for assistance". A nervous excitement started bubbling within her. "I've been asked to ensure that everyone on ground is prepped, so I have to chase up a few missing officers. Is there anything other business to attend to before I leave?" She waited by the tent exit just in case one of pilots needed to talk to her.
 
[member="Isabella Fonti"] [member="Barnabas Harou"] [member="Wedge Draav"]

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"All ships prepare for launch. Repeat: all ships prepare for launch."

The warning blared out across the alliance camp. Outside the tent the atmosphere shifted. There was no panic, but suddenly there were bodies hurrying across the duracrete. Cargo speeders ferrying pilots, fuel and munitions.

"No Isabella, I think that will be all," Asmus replied. "Wedge, come with me."

Asmus led the pilot across the base at a brisk pace. By the time he'd got through the a restricted barrier there were already bright lights above as fighters started to take off.

"Wing Commander!" Asmus called, seeing a Sullustan heading for one of the temporary command HQs.

"Janes." He didn't seem pleased to see him.

"Still no one to fly Rogue Ten?"

"No pilot, she's ground," the Commander replied in his native tongue. Large dark eyes turned from Asmus to the other pilot as realisation dawned. "Fine," he snapped and continued on.

"Right then Wedge. Go suit up and get up there. The Dagger class X-Wing is very twitchy, but the controls are common with what you've flown. You seem like someone who can think on their feet anyway. Stick in groups if this is a Yuuzhan Vong task force. You can't whittle down what they use for shields, they have to be overwhelmed in one burst. Good luck."
 
[member="Rebel Sunka"]

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A consciousness stirred down in the depths of the laboratory. It wasn't a complex mind. It saw its reflection on the inside of the glass tank. It recognised self, but that was all. It recognised it's brothers and sisters stirring too. None of them recalled what they had once been. They only considered their new instincts. That which they had been made to hunt was here. The Light. The masters should have been here to free them. A gnarled claw reached out and pressed against the glass. It held. For now.



"Bombardment was for after we ran away," Trextan replied. He dropped to his haunches next to a pair of damaged spider droids. Burn marks across their bodies were consistent with lightsaber strikes. The war had been waging whilst he'd been down in the depths of the Valley being trained in darkness to fight the Light. Jacen had been here fighting for what he believed in.

Trextan stood up and ran a gloved hand across a shelf. The chains that had once held their restricted tomes rattled. "This is empty, we should go further in."
 

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