Campaign Spit Out the Rinds | Ord Providence (GA and Allies)

[Inanna Harth]

"Why complicated?"

"Lao-mon was a dangerous place long before the Mawites showed up to conquer it," she said, her smile carrying with it an air of bittersweet nostalgia. "That never changed. When nearly every wild creature you encounter is out to eat you, rebuilding becomes complicated, yes."

Her question seemed to bring out some discomfort, and Aron's answer revealed that he didn't know why the Foundation had shacked up with the RNR either. Inanna avoided turning it into a gotcha, instead giving him a sympathetic look. "I understand how you feel, even if I don't necessarily agree with you. Generally speaking, it isn't a good idea for the Jedi Order or any other religious organization to be so attached to a secular government. But I prefer to try to make things better from the inside, rather than create something new based on how I think the galaxy should be."

In her opinion, most of the problems with both factions could be traced to poor leadership. She wasn't a natural leader, nor did she think she had the kind of strong will to resist temptation if she were given true power, but she could step up on the smaller scale. Enough that she could make a significant impact. The rest of the issues boiled down to a few loud voices espousing bad policy or just plain wrong claims. As long as they were kept from positions of authority, they could just be ignored.

Aron Brood​

 

[Inanna Harth]

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[Aron Brood]

"Lao-mon was a dangerous place long before the Mawites showed up to conquer it," she said, her smile carrying with it an air of bittersweet nostalgia. "That never changed. When nearly every wild creature you encounter is out to eat you, rebuilding becomes complicated, yes."

"No wonder it's so complicated," he said, jaw tightening. Inanna smiled and he didn't understand it. Hearing about any injustice or misfortune set his blood to boiling. Then again, the Calian in him was always looking for excuses to be angry. "It's hard enough just to survive. If there's ever anything I can do to help..."

"But I prefer to try to make things better from the inside, rather than create something new based on how I think the galaxy should be."

For a brief second, Aron thought she was naive. Then, her sympathetic look disarmed him. Could someone who survived genocide really be naive? He didn't think so. Did that make him naive, then? He didn't think so either, but maybe that was because listening to Senate proceedings felt like a slow genocide of his brain cells.

"I don't believe it's a matter of reform or revolution," he responded, tempering his zeal. "Reform is necessary for harm reduction. But it's not enough. The system not only perpetuates harm, but thrives off it. How you can reform that away?"

Many pointed fingers at corrupt leadership, but that was a misunderstanding of how the system worked. Corruption was rewarded. In general, the more corrupt someone was, the higher they climbed. And so when it came to reform, you couldn't expect those leaders to vote against their own self-interests, which included maintaining the status quo that gave them money and power in the first place. In addition, leaders shifted in and out of power all the time, yet the problems remained. So, it made sense to Aron that something deeper, something fundamental, was at fault.

Inanna Harth​

 

[Inanna Harth]

"Being complicated isn't necessarily a bad thing, you know," Inanna said. "But I appreciate the offer. We evolved to shapeshift because of the predators lurking in the jungle. In many ways, being in danger is our natural state. We'll adapt to our present circumstances too, though it'll take some time. I'm not too worried."

Aron was giving her a rather strange look. She didn't know why or what she had said to earn such an expression. His response didn't shed much light on it either. If anything, he appeared to be holding back.

"If you don't want reform or a revolution, what do you want?" she asked, puzzled. Then a gleam of mischief came into her eyes. "Aron, are you an anarchist?"

Aron Brood​

 

[Aron Brood]

"You misunderstand me. I don't think they're mutually exclusive..."

"An anarchist?!" Insulted, Aron stormed off.

Inanna Harth

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Padawan Robes, Tunic
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble


"N-No..."

Eve's heart sank lower than she thought it could as the message played out. So many people would be condemned to die for no reason whatsoever. So many innocent lives lost. The mere thought of it made her eyes begin to well already. She couldn't handle the sudden pressure that pushed down onto her, the mere shock and tragedy of the situation.

Hypotheticals blended with the memories of Woostri. Flashes of blood and fire pressed against her mind like a migraine, as her silver eyes locked onto nothing in particular, staring into the abyss of her own mind that was threatening to drag her down underwater.

This couldn't happen... Not again...

But Valery's voice cut through, ripping her away from the nightmares at the edges of her consciousness, and back into the immediate moment. As always, her presence was desperately needed, and painfully appreciated. Silver eyes blinked and flitted to her Master, as she released the breath she hadn't realised she was clinging to in her chest. Her very being acting as if on instinct, she gave a firm nod in response.

"Y-Yes, s-sorry, sorry—" She took in a sharp inhale, blinking away the damp on her eyelashes.

She placed a finger on her lightsaber again, as if it would offer some kind of comfort, yet her feeling was tinged with growing nerves as she faced the possibility she might need to finally use it.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora had begun to sweat when the guard looked at his datapad. She felt a nudge in the Force, and their lie was complete.

"Thank you," she echoed smoothly with a polite smile. After affixing the badge to her person, she and Makko walked through the front doors of the refinery.

Once out of sight from the guard, she caught his eye and lifted a brow. Smooth. His penchant for technology carried over into the Force, making Makko a highly skilled technopath.

They passed through the lobby, flashing their day badges to receptionist who waved them through the double doors.

The refinery floor was labyrinth of interconnected platforms and colossal machinery. Cora and Makko had entered several floors up, perched on a hanging catwalk above a large turbine. Normally it would spin relentlessly, drawing toxic compounds in from the atmosphere for refinement.

Instead, it stood still. Ominously so.

On the shop floor, a group of Godoan employees were seen arguing.

"Allow Clouzon-36 into the city? Are you mad?" cried one.

Cora glanced to Makko. Her brow furrowed. "Is that not a component of starship fuel?" she whispered.

Makko Vyres

 

[Loomi]

Ord Providence, Objective 2
Tags: Braze

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Lunaria watched on with some perplexity as Braze bent the weapons of the shoulders out of place, but was quick to stow herself and turned to lead them off, but froze in her tracks. There was another amongst them now, an older Godoan man in striking violet robes. He was surprisingly tall, given the shorter stature of their species, closer to that of average human height. His facial hair was pure white, though his slicked back hair atop his head was speckled with streaks of darker grey.

"Elder Lunaria," he began, brushing off his shoulder. "I should not be surprised to find you causing trouble."

"E-Elder Joth," the woman noted, furrowing her brow. "S-surely you should be-"

"I will go where I please," Joth stated. "Thus is my privilege. And here I find you conspiring to sully our sacred station with the presence of the lowly. Jedi are certainly not a shocking revaluation either given their pitiful reverence of compassion..." A sneer graced his face as his dark eyes shifted to Loomi. "...but I'm displeased to see the wretched creature I was careful to dispose of. It seems even the people under my thumb are soft."

Loomi, for her part, froze up. Dispose of... Removed. She was removed from her home. This was the man who made it so.

"I... s-suspected as much," Lunaria remarked weakly. "You... would prevent me from leaving this place with your dying breath... lest the blood of the founders be tainted."

"I suppose it's bad for public image, yes," Joth shrugged, his tone cold, "But PR is of no value to me anymore. I'm soon to have no people to placate. I certainly don't have any use of bluebloods." He drew an object from his cloak, igniting a red blade. A lightsaber, one composed of an artificial crystal. "While I'm here, I may as well dispose of all of my lingering frustrations."

It was then that Loomi broke her daze, striding out ahead of Lunaria and Braze. Threads of mist wove themselves effortlessly around her, her hands never once moving to guide them. A radiant white barrier quickly formed behind her, cutting her and the saber-wielding elder off on the other side. Loomi didn't turn back, but her presence in the Force had grown intense, a sensation she had surely never given off before.

"Take my mother to the top of the tower, Braze," Loomi ordered, "Don't waste any time."

"W-wait!"

A second barrier wove itself into place, completely cutting Loomi and Elder Joth off from sight.


The roles had reversed in an instant, and now Lunaria was frozen in place.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery didn't miss the way Everest's breath hitched, how her silver eyes widened, how the weight of the situation pressed down on her all at once. She could see the war playing out in her Padawan's mind — Woostri bleeding into Ord Providence, memories of helplessness clawing at the edges of her resolve.

But they didn't have time for hesitation.

She placed a firm but grounding hand on Everest's shoulder, a silent anchor in the storm. "We can still save them," she said, her voice steady. "But we have to move." Her gaze flicked toward the crowds, the panicked survivors clutching masks, their eyes darting between them and the uncertain future that lay ahead. They were running on hope alone.

Valery turned back to Everest, squeezing her shoulder briefly before pulling away. "Help me guide them," she said, already stepping forward. "Get as many as you can moving toward the capital. We will get them out of here." There was no room for doubt.

She pivoted, her voice rising above the chaos. "If you can move, follow us! We don't have long!" A mother pulled her child closer. A wounded man leaned on a friend for support. One by one, the refugees began to follow.

Valery glanced at Everest once more, something resolute in her fiery gaze.

Everest Vale​

 

[Braze]

Loomi

"Pardon me, ma'am," Braze said, moving to sweep Lunaria off her feet and into his arms in a princess carry. Instead of approaching the barriers ahead, he directed his boot towards a large window and delivered a forceful kick that burst the glass outward. He climbed onto the ledge and jumped out of the window, carrying the elder in his arms. However, they didn't fall; the wind whipped around them in an impressive display of focused, driven force, lifting them upwards. Braze seemed to step onto invisible stairs, climbing higher until they reached the very top of the tower.

There, he cut through the highest window in a similar fashion before gently stepping down from the ledge and setting Lunaria on her feet. Drawing his blades, he prepared to engage any hostilities within.

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Padawan Robes, Tunic
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble


Valery's grip on her shoulder provided the grounding she was desperately in need of. Pulling back into her body, Eve sought to control her breathing before it spiralled out of control, pushing away the dark flashes of memory that came for her.

Get it together, Eve... Get it together... Find your centre...

A gentle breath in.

And out.

Black dilated over silver as the adrenaline suddenly set in.

She started working down the closest line, guiding people forward, her voice steady despite the tension curling in her gut.

“P-Please, keep moving toward the capital dome, it’s the safest place now," she repeated as she continued moving down. The words felt strange in her mouth, too certain for how uncertain everything was. Would it truly be safe? Would they even make it in time?

She didn’t have answers. But they couldn’t stop.

A woman stumbled ahead of her, nearly losing her grip on a small child’s hand. Eve reacted instantly, reaching out and catching the little boy before he could slip away. He looked up at her with wide, tear-filled eyes, breathing unregulated.

“It’s okay,” she said softly, kneeling to his level. “You’re okay. What’s your name?”

He didn’t answer, just clung to his mother as she pulled him back toward her. The woman gave Eve a panicked, breathless nod of thanks before pressing forward into the shifting crowd.

Eve released the breath she had been holding.

She could feel it building; the fear, the tension, the chaos just waiting to break loose, just waiting to snap under its own weight. The crowd was too large, too desperate. People weren’t listening fast enough, weren’t moving fast enough. And ahead, the path narrowed the closer they got to the exit. If someone panicked, if there was a rush—

A shout erupted from somewhere in the crowd. A small fight had broken out between two civilians, arguing over space, or maybe just their own fear manifesting in the worst way.

Eve couldn’t let this fall apart.

She stepped forward, reaching for the Force; not to push, not to stop, but to calm. She let the presence Light flow outward from her own compassionate heart, soft and steady, a ripple against the rising tide of panic.

The fighting stopped. Just for a second.

Eve didn’t know if it was enough. But she pressed forward, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. This all had to work. It had to.

"Please keep moving, everyone. Please remain calm. We will keep you safe."

She immediately regretted saying it, as if she had just made a promise she already knew she couldn't keep, or at least wasn't confident she could. From over the short distance between them, her eyes caught her Master's.

Concern brewed on Eve's face. Nothing felt right.

 

[Dean Walker]

Dean had never been the type to shy away from close contact, but stars, Katherine had a way of making him very aware of it. As her arms locked around him, holding him tight against her body, he could feel every inch of warmth, every subtle shift of her as she launched them into the air. His back pressed against her chest, the powerful beat of her wings thrumming through him like a distant drum. The wind rushed past his face, cool against the heat creeping up the back of his neck. He cleared his throat, willing himself to focus.

Not the time. Not the place.

As they landed, his boots hit the rooftop with practiced ease, and the tension from a moment ago sharpened into something else — focus. His eyes flicked immediately toward the guard below, scanning for any sign that their arrival had been noticed. So far, so good. He kept his blaster ready, just in case.

Then Katherine's arms tightened around him again.

Dean barely had time to smirk before she jumped, and suddenly, they were rocketing up the side of the tower. His stomach flipped as the force of the leap sent them accelerating at a speed that shouldn't have been possible. The rush of air was deafening, his pulse hammering in time with it, and for half a second, his grip instinctively tightened around her wrists, anchoring himself to the only solid thing he had — her.

The moment stretched, weightless, electric. Then the rooftop was coming fast, and all thoughts of how very pressed against her he was got shoved aside as he readied himself. The second they landed, his feet hit the ground light, blaster already raised, scanning for movement.

They were in.

Dean exhaled, casting Katherine a sideways glance, smirk tugging at his lips. "Hell of a ride," he murmured, voice low.

Katherine Holt
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[DEVILMAN]

Ord Providence – New House of the Goddess – Hallway
Objective 2
Direct: Loomi | Braze || Indirect: Katherine Holt | Dean Walker
NPC(s): Sage​

Crouching and hiding behind cover, the Black Ace's visor scanned his surroundings as he followed Group B. The pair had been making significant process towards the tower. However, the constant chatter remained something that the Demon could do without. The mission came first, no matter what. With so many lives at stake, there was no time for playful banter. Only a singular purpose and resolute focus.

As he peered at the tower, his communication device inside his cowl crackled to life.

["Sir, I am receiving a transmission from inside the tower. Patching it through."]

Listening to the transmission, the Fiend recognized the voice at once. Elder Lunaria Atelle. A spaceship below the foundations of the dome could provide itself as a method of transporting her people off-world and away from the planet's toxic atmosphere. But that required her hand upon the terminal to activate it. However, there was also the pressing matter that her people invented a contingency to commit mass genocide that was irreversible.

His eyes narrowed behind the cowl. A problem to resolve at another time. Right now, he had work to do.

Tapping his communication device inside his cowl, the Demon issued an order as he studied the tower and its nearby defenses.

["Track the signal, Sage."]

["Already sending the coordinates to your cowl, sir."]

The Black Ace's visor lit up with new information coding itself across his gaze. Glancing up further along the tower, his careful attention caught sight of Group B flying up alongside the tower and heading for the roof. Following behind the pair at this point would not be ideal. He needed another way in, and it presented itself. Another altercation revelaed itself, right where the coordinates for the transmission were found, as glass shattered from one of the windows.

His visor zoomed in on the scene. Those robes and features. An Elder Godoan. The Jedi and Alliance were making a move for the top now. He needed to move quickly while their numbers were few. With quick hands, the Living Nightmare extracted from his utility belt a simple flashbang grenade before activating it and tossing it over his cover towards the main security protecting the building.

The explosion of light and sound ruptured the senses of the main security force before the Demon leapt into the air, soaring a few stories into the air before his wings extended from the suit as his boots' thrusters jettisoned him forward and into the sky. Traveling alongside the side of the building, his boots extinguished their thrust as he allowed the momentum of his speed and glide to carry him the rest of the way up before gently landing inside the building without a sound.

Right behind Jedi Knight Braze ( Braze ) and Elder Lunaria Atelle ( Loomi ).

A shuriken immediately slipped into his hand with a singular flick of the wrist before he readied to deploy the weapon to disarm any security or Elders that may stand in their way.

"Get to the terminal. Now." the Fiend's voice ordered, devoid of any aggression but a urgency to his haunting timbre nonetheless."I'll cover you."

A sign he was here to help as well as a command to hurry while the Walking Nightmare prepared to fight the security present at the top floor, reaching for another tool from his belt. His monstrous visage and the symbol on his chest a prime target for all combatants to draw their eyes towards.

Away from the Jedi and Elder so they may save the lives of the people of this planet. No matter the cost to himself.

 

[Loomi]

Ord Providence, Objective 2
Tags: Braze , DEVILMAN

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"Pardon me, ma'am," Braze said, moving to sweep Lunaria off her feet and into his arms in a princess carry.

"O-oh my!"

Lunaria let out a sharp gasp as she was swept up and carried away. Everything was a blur. Suddenly she was... flying? She was outside the tower, somewhere she had never been in her life. It was... refreshing. Even as the city of Provinia lie in chaos, it was beautiful. There was something spiritual about being in the true air beyond the temple that she couldn't quite explain. For a moment the sensation quelled her fear.

She could have been down there. When she had conceived Loomi, her intentions were to leave to raise her. The Tower of the High was no place to bring up a daughter. It was a sad, isolationist place. That wasn't a fate she could condemn any child to. Alas, Lunaria would not get the choice.

Joth made sure of that.

Before long they were back in the tower, and Lunaria was set on her feet. The young Jedi drew his weapon to engage the hostile soldiers stationed to protect the terminal, but something bizarre occurred...

"Get to the terminal. Now." the Fiend's voice ordered, devoid of any aggression but a urgency to his haunting timbre nonetheless."I'll cover you."

A sign he was here to help as well as a command to hurry as the Walking Nightmare prepared to fight the security present at the top floor, reaching for another tool from his belt. His monstrous visage and the symbol on his chest a prime target for all combatants to draw their eyes towards.

A man in a cowl. There was no time to think about any of this. With a nod Lunaria was quick to make a run for the terminal, weaving her way towards the salvation of her people. She used the Force to throw a soldier out of her way before bringing down a large shelf to cover her from blaster fire. She had made it. The Elder navigated the terminal's operating system to the command function and input the command code for SANCTUARY.

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OBJECTIVES 1 AND 2​

In the center of Provinia, radiotowers were the first thing to pierce up out of the ground. Pavement began to shatter, peeling away as the domed roof of SANCTUARY began to rise from below. Buildings crumbled under the loss of their foundation, making way for the station to rise up into the center of the dome. It would stop before hitting the glass, still partially submerged in the ground. The station had a signifigant height to it, easily dwarfing all other structures. Doors opened along the side of the vessel, releasing entry ramps.

The path to salvation was now open.

Valery Noble , Everest Vale , Aris Noble , Reina Daival , Inanna Harth , Aron Brood, Corazona von Ascania , Makko Vyres , Shan , Katherine Holt , Dean Walker , Kaelos Vryn , Drystan Creed ​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: DEVILMAN Loomi

Braze fell in beside her, his blade a flickering beacon of defense as he moved to intercept the barrage of blaster fire. His form was a study in precision, Soresu's tight economy of movement allowing him to bat away each shot without excess effort. He was her shield, an unyielding barrier between her and the storm of hostiles.

Braze risked a glance, just enough to catch sight of the imposing figure, the unmistakable emblem on his chest. His gut twisted. That wasn't a face easily ignored, nor one he could simply trust. The only priority now was keeping Lunaria safe.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Ord Providence, New House of the Goddess (Atop the Tower of the High)
Objective 2
Tags: Dean Walker​

Katherine matched Dean’s smirk with one of her own. “One of a kind,” she replied. Though the Valkyrie was fairly certain that wasn’t entirely true, as there were other winged races out there in the galaxy. But Katherine liked to think she added a lot more excitement and thrill to her flights.

“See if you can get the door unlocked, the sooner we’re in the quicker we can access the situation.”

Just as Katherine finished speaking, Lunaria Atelle’s began her speech through the open Alliance channel. The Valkyrie shared a look with Dean, before the man got to work on the door.

Katherine on the other hand, intended on responding, raising a finger to her earpiece.

“Lunara Atelle, this is Knight Holt. Myself and Agent Walker have made it to the rooftop of the Tower of the High. We intend on breaching and heading downwards, we’ll help clear the path leading to the terminal.”