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Strike on Ord Mirit

Shortly following the Battle of Coruscant, the One Sith continued to attack the Republic. Their targets were mostly small, low-risk hit-and-run attacks in order to waste the Republic's time and supplies.

Ord Mirit soon became a target of such hostilities. Daella lead the charge against Republic fuel and supply depots. She and other Sith troops sustained hostilities over the course of several days via guerrilla tactics. Word of Daella's involvement would have reached Republic officials - such as [member="Marcello Matteo"] - yet similar attacks happened all along the line of disputed territory.

One eventful day, Daella and a strike team launched an attack on a warehouse containing blaster rifles.

Just outside of the building, Daella pointed her purple lightsaber at the Republic troops and roared, "Go forth! Win!"
 
Marcello stood silently atop the warehouse as the Sith forces prepared to initiate their assault on the facility. The Jedi Master and his two apprentices had only been on Ord Mirit for perhaps a hair over a day. The initial intelligence report they received regarding actual Sith involvement in these attacks hadn't exactly panned out. Marcello and his two padawans had traveled to three worlds now, doing what they could to assist and even succeeding a couple times, but the ultimate prize, goal remained illusive.

Fortunately, with each passing incident, they were able to extract further information about the next likely target. Ord Mirit would be the first time the Jedi Master had been there in advance of the Sith arrival. Until this very moment, he had kept his involvement...quiet. The Jedi Master was not here to give orders or be a battlefield commander. Yes, he possessed the capaibility to lead strategic engagements in a variety of theaters, but it was not actually his role to do so. At best, he gave quiet advice to those charged with the leadership of men that trusted them.

The Jedi Order, truth be told, was still working to repair its reputation amongst the rest of the Republic. Some made it harder than others. Turning his head to speak briefly with the commander of the tragically understaffed security element, Marcello quietly intoned, "Do what you can, Captain. You and your men know what is at stake. The small victories are what write history. My padawans and I will handle the traitor."

Shifting his gaze to [member="Ryan Korr"] and [member="Carlo Dellen"], Marcello nodded solemnly. The Jedi Master had no parting words of enthusiasm or inspiration for the two Jedi. If they needed him to remind them of their duty or inspire them to stand against tyranny, then they had already failed. Hopefully, though, Ryan would keep something of an eye on Carlo. The man had been but an initiate all of a few weeks ago.

Withdrawing the cylindrical hilt of his lightsaber, the Jedi Master dropped the six stories down to the ground, landing softly. In that instant, the dark blue blade of his lightsaber activated as he rushed into the thick of the Sith troops. For the most part, he used brief, conservative uses of the Force to clear his path and his lightsaber to redirect those misguided enough to shoot at him. His objective was clear, and he could see [member="Daella Apparine"] just beyond in the distance.
 
Carlo stared after Marcello for a moment, trying to muster the courage to go down and help. He took out the bland hilt of hid training saber. It wasn't much, but if he deflected the shots right, he could hit some men. And then there was also the force, what little of it he knew. He took a breath and jumped down. He turned in midair to attach a grappling hook to the wall, he wasn't quite confident enough to jump down six stories with nothing to stop him but the force. He repelled down and ignited his lightsaber, the silver blade of his saber glowed. He quickly began deflecting lasers and trying to get within melee range of the Sith troopers, if he.could do that, he'd try to take them out with martial arts, if he could remember any.
 
Lancets of red plasma batted back and forth across the lines of battle. The few resources at the Republic's disposal seemed in danger of being overwhelmed by the Sith strike force. Smoke already rose from several warehouses in the distance. Ryan's stern grey eyes settled on the grim visage of war. He knew all too well that this was but an inkling of the destruction the One Sith could bring to bear. A mere skirmish. He eyed Marcello as the stalwart master leapt the six stories to the ground, then glanced at the soldiers around. So few. Korr's face hardened. They would have to be enough.

Carlo vaulted down, using a grappling hook to descend, leaving Ryan alone with the troops. He glanced at the garrison commander. "Covering fire, sir."

"You sure you need it?" the commander glanced at Marcello's wake of destruction.

"I'm afraid so, sir. We're just flesh and blood."

"Copy that, Jedi."

Taking a deep breath, Ryan immersed himself in the Force. The cool flows of serenity wrapped him up in a calming embrace. The Jedi Padawan dropped down, red hair flying out behind him in a long tail. He landed lightly, rolled, and came up to his feet with his lightsaber in hand. The cylinder of metal represented so much more to him. Part of him went in to making this weapon, though Ryan did not consider it such. A sword to shield. Created with the intent not to destroy, but to defend. An extension of himself, his might to uphold the weak, his blade to defend the helpless.

Snap-hiss

A bar of sky-blue came to life in his hand, humming in anticipation. Yet all his valor and even this blade would do little against a storm of blaster fire. Three enemy troopers raised their rifles and opened fire. Korr's lightsaber whipped around in a blue blur, deflecting the shots. Adrenaline matched the hum of the saber. Several bolts flashed over his head and took out two of the hostiles as Republic forces provided the covering fire Ryan had been expecting.

The suppressive fire proved enough to let Ryan catch up to Carlo, batting back errant shots with offensive Ataru strokes. A rage burned inside Ryan that had nothing to do with the calmness of the Force. He wanted the traitor dead. How many Jedi lives had she cost? How many of his friends dead because of her? Korr sped ahead, the athleticism of the Hawkbat style taking him forward, driven by an inner storm as he followed in Marcello's wake.

[member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Marcello Matteo"] [member="Carlo Dellen"]
 

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