Public &nbsp; Testing Me, Testing You (TSO)

Objective: Patent Theft
Tags: TBC

The Terminus Destroyer reverted into real space above Clak’dor VII, Bith to the less educated persons of the galaxy, a dozen transport spewing from its belly, escorted by a handful of fighters as they stretched out each going to their own targets.

Their instructions had been simple, this was not a take over, this was a test of the Bith defences, split into three objectives, a waste of precious time and resources considering their pacifist nature in Ansisa’s opinion, but who was she to argue with the Great Lords of the One Sith? This was a test like every other damn day under the heels of men and women more powerful than she. It was about following instructions, paying attention to details, looking at the bigger picture, but above all, it was about showing restraint.

Fine, she would play their game. The better she played, the faster she would be noticed by a Lord looking for an apprentice and the faster she would climb ranks. She reached above to loop her hand through the handhold above her head as the transport broke the atmosphere, turbulence threatening to take feet out from the less stable. A gentle application of the force grounded her, her face calm and collected, despite the hot anger that bubbled so quietly beneath the surface.

The side doors for the transport opened before they hit the ground, giving them a view of a city in panic, civilians fleeing the landing zone, while Bith Security forces rushed to greet the,. Good, at least they would have something to play with. “Jump!” came the call from the pilot, an Ansisa obeyed, lightsaber coming to life as she hit the air batting away stray blaster bolts and coming to land lightly, They would need to deal with security forces first before pressing on to the Capital’s research centre.

Denn Verdan · Nov 24, 2023

"I want you to know that the Galactic Alliance truly appreciates your generous donation," Denn said, bowing to the Bith Administrator of Research at the BioMedical Advancement Institute.

He was here on behalf of the Jedi to accept a donation of 10,000 liters of Bacta for relief efforts on Enclave-impacted worlds. The Galactic Alliance had decided to send a Jedi Knight to collect the donation, as this had nearly as much social cache as sending a Senator- while allowing the Senators to continue their important work administering the government.

He'd brought Sparky for this mission. Sparky's small cargo hold would just fit the bacta that was being donated, today. The bacta itself was not so bulky. But the refrigeration and lighting apparatus used to keep it fresh and healthy was.

"I have seen the devastation of the war firsthand, and I know that this bacta will-"

A klaxon sounded throughout the facility, interrupting Denn. He glanced around, wondering what was going on.

"Excuse me," the Bith said via a small vocalizer in its lab coat pocket. Then the Bith went to a wall console, reading a scrolling stream of messages.

"A hostile ship has appeared in orbit. It seems we are under attack."

The Bith had good composure, considering such news. But then, vocalizers frequently failed to convey the emotional content of words spoken.

Denn went to the console, looking at the information presented. This was no small pirate raid.

A five-hundred meter warship. Missiles. Cannons. Heavy shielding. A design known to belong to the Sith order. And there were other craft, as well.

By the Force! The Sith were attacking Bith?

This world was largely undefended, a pacifist system with minimal defensive armaments and a paltry security apparatus.

"I will launch at once," Denn said, "and help defend your world to the best of my ability. I will also summon aid. The Jedi are sure to respond to this."

"Use care, Jedi," the Sith cautioned, "Bacta is loaded aboard your ship. Do not let it be destroyed."

Denn nodded once, showing confidence. But inwardly, he was torn.

Many, many lives were counting on that bacta.

But then... many, many lives were at risk here, too. He could not just evacuate with the Bacta and leave the Bith to a terrible fate.

He raced to board Sparky, slapping the communications device on the console as soon as he arrived.

"THIS IS DENN VERDAN, CONSULAR KNIGHT OF THE JEDI ORDER, TRANSMITTING FROM THE BITH HOMEWORLD. SITH ARE ATTACKING. REPEAT: THE WORLD IS UNDER ATTACK BY THE SITH. REQUEST A RESPONSE FROM ANY AVAILABLE JEDI OR GALACTIC ALLIANCE FORCES. MESSAGE TO REPEAT."

Then, leaving the message on repeat, he urged Sparky to fire up her ion drive and rise into the atmosphere.

Behind Denn, ten-thousand liters of bacta were aboard. A precious cargo.

Below him, billions of Bith at risk from Sith terrorism.

It was a dark day.

A dark day, indeed.

Saahar · Nov 24, 2023

Objective: Patent Theft

Needless agitation. It’s truly what the Sith were best at.

Saahar, for her part, felt a twinge of unease over the whole “decimating a planet largely known to be pacifist” thing. It wasn’t like she was unfamiliar with the Order’s MO, she’d taken part in her fair share of bloodshed as any good acolyte would, but this mission in particular felt like holding a magnifying glass up to a colony of ants. Not that it mattered, the Sith had never concerned themselves with semantics like that. It was a thought best to be snuffed out and replaced by steady, tempered blood lust.

Saahar’s hold of the overhead loop tightened ever so slightly, the blood vanishing from her knuckles as the city came into view. The ant analogy was maybe more apt than she realized.

Before the girl could assess more, someone ordered them to jump and Saahar obeyed, meeting the ground with a soft, force-assisted landing. Blaster fire came from all sides to cut her down which she met with a deflective sweep of her lightsaber, the grunts of several Bith confirming they’d met their maker. Saahar grimaced.

A couple feet beside her, a chiss girl roughly her age seemed to be engaged in a similar spat. Busy defending against another wave of fire, she simply called over, “I’ll watch your left.”

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EVE_0001

Salara Zambrano · Nov 24, 2023

Salara was never one to support the unnecessary wanton destruction of one world or another. She knew not who gave the order for what was to befall the poor wretched creatures who would only serve to satiate a young Sithlings' bloodlust. What she did know was that among those who had arrived on the world there would be but a few, 'diamonds' in the rough. It had been ages since she had taken on an apprentice and she hoped that among those culling the fields that day would be someone who showed enough potential to be nurtured by the Black Iron Consort.

For the moment, she would observe through the reports of her own agents on the ground. Among the young Sithlings her own would report what they had seen and so she sat aboard a vessel of Kainate make. Listening to the carnage, the wails of the innocents as they were put to the slaughter.

Ansisa |

Annika Starfire |

Darth Fury |

Azalus Waba |

Damion Dorian Tarkin |

Maldor Mecetti |

Arla Rodarch |

Firrerreo |

Denn Verdan

Marcus Dinn · Nov 24, 2023

Objective 1
Location: Capital city, en route to Research Centre
Tags:

Ansisa

Salara Zambrano

Denn Verdan

Rather than land on his feet and let his knees take the brunt of the impact, Marcus rolled with the momentum of the fall, eventually coming to a stop lying on his back nearby. With a grunt, he stood up and looked around. The other Sith Acolytes were already engaging with the locals.

He had no particular love for Biths. They were among the uglier aliens of the galaxy, with heads reminiscent of a rear end. He supposed they were harmless enough, being pacifists, but that wasn’t going to stop him from taking what he wanted from them. If anything, it just meant this mission wouldn’t be much of a challenge.

Two female Acolytes, one a Chiss and the other presumably Human, were already starting to team up. Or at least, the Human wanted the Chiss as an ally. Smart. Walking forward at a casual pace, Marcus began deflecting blaster bolts from the Bith security forces back to the soldiers firing the guns, taking them down with their own shots. The rest he batted away with a telekinetic shove, heading for his target: the Research Centre.

EVE_0001 · Nov 24, 2023

Objective: Patent Theft

This was Eve's first taste of actual combat, and the anticipation manifested itself as a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach while the drop ship descended through the atmosphere. Only a few hours earlier, her guardians, the Sith Lords Lady Venge and Darth Amarok had bid her farewell, gifting her with an ancient looking lightsaber, and instructing her to 'Make House StormWolf and the Golden Covenant proud.' Part of her mind was still grappling with the true implications of her existence, and what her place in the galaxy was to be. Eve, to put it bluntly, was something of an anomaly. She was in fact an extremely enhanced clone of Lady Venge, created in secret decades earlier by the late Lord Retsinis, and maintained in a stasis chamber on the long abandoned homeworld of a dead Sith faction known as the Black Hssiss Order. Torn from her slumber by a band of roving pirates who were scheming to sell her into slavery on Nar Shaddaa after they noted her attractiveness, Eve had reacted with a power that she couldn't yet control, leaving a trail of broken corpses in her wake.

Answering a insistent voice in her mind, that threatened to drive her mad, Eve had commandeered the pirates barely space worthy vessel and made her way to Thule, where the enigmatic Lord Nwul promised a captivated audience of Lords and Ladies of the Sith that he would lead the Sith Order to a new Golden Age. After an extremely awkward meeting with the mysterious Lady Venge, who had initially perceived Eve as 'an echo of myself in the Force', Darth Amarok had intervened, proclaiming to all present, mentioning Lady Venge especially, that Eve was under his protection. Gradually, Lady Venge warmed to Eve, understanding that the poor girl had no say in the bizarre circumstances that had led to her existence. In fact, Venge herself had insisted to Lord Amarok that they should adopt Eve as their rightful heir and herald the revival of House StormWolf as a noble house of the Sith Order. In the brief time that she was with Venge and Darth Amarok after the gala on Thule, Eve grew to regard them as her parents, and in turn, the two SIth Lords accepted her as their daughter.

Studying a while under the tutelage of Lady Venge and Darth Amarok, it was discovered that Eve possessed a photographic memory. Any information she was exposed to, she was able to recall later with computer like precision. During sparring sessions with practice sabers, her guardians realized that she also possessed peak human agility and strength, a gift of the genetic enhancements that were programmed into the template created in secret from Lady Venge's DNA.

"If House StormWolf is to have any prestige and influence in the Sith Order and the Golden Covenant, we must make allies," Venge had told Eve. "You must work hard, strive to capture the attention of a Lord in search of an apprentice.."

Eve's silent musings were interrupted when the doors of the dropship opened and the pilot yelled 'JUMP!' Gripping her lightsaber tightly, leaping out of the ship with a feral scream, Eve descended like a bird of prey upon the scattering Bith security forces below. None of her moves were wasted with flashy showmanship. Each strike of her lightsaber was precise, surgical.....lethal.....just the way Lord Amarok and Lady Venge had instructed her during the grueling hours spent with practice sabers. Much like her genetic template, Eve often looked down upon those she considered 'lesser beings'. Non Force users and aliens particularly were the focus of her ire.

"Perish, vermin," Eve snarled, the irises of her eyes glowing with an unnatural green light as she carved a path of death and destruction through the security forces foolish enough to try and stand against her.

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Darth Kentarch · Nov 24, 2023

Objective One
Location: Clak'dor VII's Capital City, Weogar

Saahar |

Salara Zambrano |

Ansisa

Darth Kentarch's approach to the Bith capital was a solitary whisper against the backdrop of the impending Sith assault. While the Empire's forces prepared for a grand, devastating descent from its Terminus Destroyer, Kentarch favored the subtleties of shadow and silence, his methodology as much a part of him as the dark energies he wielded. Kentarch arrived alone, piloting a sleek vessel designed for stealth and infiltration. His vessel, a sleek stealth ship, was the embodiment of this philosophy; it cut through the atmosphere of Clak'dor VII without so much as a ripple, a phantom against the planet's defense systems. Eventually, it touched down on the outskirts of the city.

The Sith Lord stood at the threshold of his ship, taking a moment to survey the serene landscape that lay before him. The Research Centre, a jewel of progress in the heart of Clak'dor VII, was his target—a repository of knowledge ripe for the harvest.

As the distant hum of the arriving Sith transports cut through the stillness of the Bith night. The transports, bulky and imposing, descended with the subtlety of a rancor's stomp. Kentarch's cloak fluttered slightly in the breeze as he contemplated the scene. There was a time for subtlety and a time for overt displays of power, and the Sith Empire was adept at wielding both with devastating effect. He understood the necessity of such force; intimidation was as much a weapon as any lightsaber or blaster.

From his secluded viewpoint, the Sith Lord remained unseen, a ghost even amongst his own kind. His mind, ever calculating, turned over the potential outcomes of this night's work. The Bith were unaccustomed to conflict, their society built on intellect and harmony. How would they react to the sudden shattering of their peace? What measures had they in place to protect their life's work? These questions played through Kentarch's thoughts as he watched the Empire's forces take position.

But Kentarch was not here to watch and contemplate. The enigmatic Sith Lord, began his silent approach from the outskirts towards the heart of the city. His movement was an exercise in restraint and precision. Like a shadow, he moved towards the Research Centre, drawing no attention as he did.

Syala · Nov 24, 2023

Objective 1

Syala was here for her own aims. Helping the Sith would be decent enough, but she hadn't been able to get any good samples of Bith to use for her experiments. She enjoyed knowing the weaknesses of different species and figuring out how they worked, and so it made sense that she'd come here to try and get some good materials from the Bith to use. As everyone else jumped out of the Sith, Syala did the same, breaking out into a small acrobatic flip before twisting and pulling the Force around herself to cloak herself from the vision of the Bith. She could already feel the stress and terror of the people around her, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

Whilst the other Acolytes deflected blaster bolts left and right, Syala found no need to use her lightsaber. Not yet at least. Instead the Sithsteel dagger she had been gifted was going to be a good enough tool for now. Moving through the field, slashing and stabbing out with the dagger to make her own little dent in the security Forces. It was a flurry of mayhem but to Syala, it was a dance. Twisting and turning as she lashed out with the blade. There was only so much damage she could with the dagger however...

So the half-Nagai focused on the lessons she had been given, focusing on her inner anger, letting it start to develop into external flames before flicking her dagger in the direction of the security Forces, letting the flames erupt in their direction. Fuelling the fire with her emotions, the smile still dancing upon her face as she giggled to herself. Whilst the other Acolytes had the focus on them, she was just going to strike from the shadows.

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Ansisa · Nov 25, 2023

Pacifism did not equal defenceless. The Bith would have been fools to be utterly defenseless, nestled between the Sith Order and the Mandalorian Enclave they had little choice but to invest in defences.

In the distance, a deep hum echoed as anti air turrets came to life, unleashing red fire against the retreating shuttles. Their own caught fire, streaking westwards to crash in the city. That, was a problem.

"We're wasting time." The bith were not worth the energy they were consuming. Ansisa stepped one foot forward, drawing on the darkside abd extending both her hands forward, a wave of energy kicked up dust ahead of her slamming into the prtion of security in their path. Knocking them sideways. "Come."

She shot forward in a blink, past the defensive line, her lightsaber deactivated as she pushed on, not waiting to see if her new ally followed.

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Saahar
In the area:

Syala apologies if i missed anyone, tagging when posting from a phone is hard!

Firrerreo · Nov 25, 2023

"Just a moment.."

Firrerreo spoke softly to the corpse of a Bith he'd just stabbed with his runic dagger. He stayed near the back, away from the fighting, away from the front lines. He needed time. Focus. Which he had as the others seemed to take the full assault onto themselves. Flesh twisted and warped under the Alchemist's work, the dagger channeling his power, his intent, until what was a Bith became something that certainly wasn't.

A hex devil.

It was the only one he could make, but as it rose up and screeched before flying towards one of the security guards to rend them apart with it's claws alone, it was going to work quite well.

"There we go." Firrerreo rose, smiling softly as he watched his work.. Well, work. "Don't bother leaving any alive. Kill them all." He flicked his dagger around, walking after the path of carnage his creation made to catch up with the others. There was still more to do.

Ansisa |

Denn Verdan |

Salara Zambrano |

Darth Kentarch |

Syala |

Arla Rodarch · Nov 25, 2023

Objective 1
Clak'dor VII

1 NPC
4 Moonguard
4 Blackhand

There was only an instant between Arla sensing something wrong, and the distress call picked up calling for aid. Coming to Clak'dor VII on a hunch was a stretch, but the hunch having come from her most trusted confidant and adviser Aria Talen made it less so. Intelligence had been noticing the precarious situation of the Bith homeworld, stuck between two major powers in a time where major powers were clashing throughout the galaxy. The planet was a valuable prize, and vulnerable, despite the precautions its inhabitants had taken, not being known as complete idiots.

Every precaution had been taken by both the Blackhand and the Moonguard, but their numbers were few. This had been a covert intelligence gathering operation. It seemed, though not yet to be confirmed independently, that the intel had been right about the target but wrong about the timing. If the intel was right about Sith involvement, a thought reinforced by Arla's sense of unease, then they were in trouble. Arla took stock, she had ten, including herself. Four from UGF intelligence and four from the moon guard, plus the guard captain herself.

For them to survive to escape, was not a given. Arla wouldn't just run away and leave the locals to deal with the assault alone. She could make a difference here. Being in command gave her the luxury of not having to worry about approval or higher orders. She wished for a battalion and a couple of cruisers, but she had what she had. Ten of them, against whatever forces were assaulting. They'd have to buck the odds.

Key to the plan formulating in Arla's mind was their particular skillsets. The Blackhand could be merciless, while the elegant and well practiced close combat style of the Moonguard would serve them well. The others, all veterans, knew the plan even before she'd given orders. They didn't want to run either, and so the Blackhand moved out into flanking positions, while the Moonguard stuck close to the Captain and the Commander.

Already moving in the direction of the trouble, her sense of death and pain felt through the Force, the taint of the Dark Side obvious and sickening, like a beacon of agony. Her force followed with her, trusting to the Commander to know and do what was right, safe in their roles of support, protection and defense. No one had drawn weapons yet, save for Aria Talen, who had her own sword unsheathed and held low as she ran one pace beside and behind her Commander.

Oh, we comin.

EVE_0001 @Darth Kentarch

Firrerreo

Denn Verdan · Nov 25, 2023

OBJECTIVE 1
Patent Theft
(A defense of the research facility)

Combat-oriented people had a term for this situation.

They called it a 'target-rich environment.'

Denn could remember reading about one Alliance General who had said, when completely surrounded, "Good news, boys! We can engage the enemy in all directions!"

Denn had chuckled upon reading it.

He was not chuckling, now.

Dropships and transports of various description were falling from the sky like droplets of rain. 'Sparky' maneuvered deftly through that sky, as nimble and swift as any craft on a thousand worlds. But even so, it would only be a matter of time before one of these Sith craft made a lucky hit.

Then Denn would be dead.

Sparky would be dead.

And the Bacta would be lost.

Worse, he wasn't doing any good up here. For every transport he managed to shoot, four others disgorged their passengers. Often, the ships didn't need to land. The troops aboard jumped out, falling a distance to the ground before scurrying into the environment with deadly efficiency.

Maneuvering like mad, Denn brought the ion cannon to bear on another of the Sith shuttles. A Lambda class, probably left over from some past collaboration between the Sith and the Empire. The Ion stream shot out like a lightning-bolt just in front of the shuttle. The shuttle was unable to turn in time, and flew right into the electrical stream. Its systems faltered, flight failed, and it careened and spun to the ground below.

Sparky only had the one weapon. The Ion cannon was meant to be non-lethal.

But gravity itself was still a danger. Collision could still kill. Denn closed his eyes for a moment, lamenting the lives he'd taken. Had it been just the pilot and gunner? Or had he killed a vessel full of troops? How many lives, snuffed out in an instant?

And how many more lives would be lost on the ground, if he didn't intervene?

He laid a hand on Sparky's console. Although the chitin on various surfaces resembled the plastic and metal one would find in a conventional ship, it was organic material. The vessel was alive. And, gratefully, intelligent.

"You have to go back to base without me," he said. "If you stay, you'll be lost. The bacta will be lost. And I'll be lost. If we split up, at least the Bacta will get to people who need it. You understand?"

The subtle sounds in the ship seemed to dip to a lower pitch. Sadness. Denn could feel it.

"Please, Sparky. People are depending on us. Both of us."

The ship waggled briefly to port and starboard. An acknowledgement. Sparky dipped low to the ground, and the disembarkation ramp began to lower. Denn patted the console once more, then rose up and raced for the back of the ship, past the bacta cargo, and leaped out- much as some of the Sith had done in their invasion of this world.

He landed in the midst of a group of people, and his lightsaber sprang into his hand. A green plasma blade erupted forth, followed by an ionized stun field that surrounded it. It was a rare nonlethal option on a weapon normally considered exceptionally lethal. Denn did not like to kill if he could help it.

But Denn sensed that these people might not be invaders. They did not carry the aura of darkness that the Sith carried. They also were not dressed in the dramatic clothing so often associated with dark-siders.

"I am Denn Verdan, Consular Knight of the Jedi Order," he announced, "and I am here to defend this world."

In the sky above, Sparky soared off, following a path that would get the ship clear of this place.

Denn prayed that the ship would make it away.

If nothing else, that Bacta would save thousands of lives.

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Saahar · Nov 25, 2023

Objective 1

Saahar blinked a look of surprise from her face as the chiss girl quite literally parted the sea of enforcements. Maybe teaming up hadn’t been a lousy idea. She was certainly in good- or atleast technically efficient company. Even if said company didn’t have the decency to wait.

Following after, Saahar mowed down trooper after trooper with the kind of detachment only a well-conditioned pawn could manage. Tunneled into their defensive line, the objective seemed well within reach for the two girls and Saahar had half the mind to make a witty comment. She didn’t however. The sneaking suspicion the chiss wasn’t one for casual banter keeping her lips cemented.

“Man, I feel like we’d have just as much luck if we asked nicely for the master key.” Eh.. some things couldn’t be helped.

Saahar’s tiny grin was wiped clean a moment later however, something stirring the edge of her awareness. Jedi. Keeping her blade low and defensive she cocked her head towards her counterpart.

“I spoke too soon. They’ve got a Jedi on retainer.”

Direct tags:

Denn Verdan

Arla Rodarch

Annika Starfire · Nov 25, 2023

Location: Bith
Objective: Sow fear
Tags:

Saahar
Wearing: this

Annika followed along behind the more combat focused Sith she was accompanying, she had shown herself that she could fight if needed, but she had other talents she was exploiting today, her understanding of people and of the holonet. She had spent the last month with a brand new social-holo account based on Bith and had been milking the algorithm for all it was work and was now pushing nearly half a million followers. She had scheduled a particularly enticing live feed for this evening and checked the numbers four hundred thousand people were about to have terror streamed straight into their bedrooms. Why was this so much fun? She loved to have power over people's emotions, some might turn off, some might find themselves glued morbidly to the screen, but plenty would see just enough to sicken them and they would share the message of terror that the Sith were keen on spreading. This was her power, and it was intoxicating.

She freeze framed and zoomed as one of the Sith stuck their blade into a guard, seeing the man go down and then saw him do... something to it. She would have to ask

Firrerreo exactly what he had just created, but right now she needed to pick up speed and keep up, she didnt want to miss any of the bloodshed. A little part of her, the teenagers old who only eight months ago was on zeltron having her sweet sixteen felt a tightness in her own stomach, but the darkness around her was enriching her own deep-seated darkness and turning her further and further from the light. She could handle this barbarism, her Sith Master had even taught her a few meditation techniques to help her fight through the urge to avert her eyes from the path before her.

EVE_0001 · Nov 26, 2023

The unnatural green glow of Eve's irises intensified as her murderous rampage against the Bith security forces continued. She had yet to discover exactly why her eyes glowed green, instead of manifesting the stereotypical sulfurous yellow that coincided with the Dark Side's corruption, but judging from the horrified expressions on her victims faces, her peculiar eyes certainly inspired dread.

For pacifists, the Bith sure seemed to be putting up a fight, which only made Eve wonder all the more just what waited to be discovered inside the research center.

Glancing behind her, Eve noticed Annika Starfire recording the action. She found it amusing, as she wasn't expecting to be a star.

Kellen Mynn · Nov 26, 2023

Bith

Outfit: Link
Weapon: Link
Tag: 

 Ansisa

 Denn Verdan

 Saahar

 Salara Zambrano

 Marcus Dinn

 Darth Fury

 Darth Kentarch

 EVE_0001

 Syala

 Firrerreo

 Arla Rodarch

 Annika Starfire

Kellen was on his way to Lohopa to assist with the rebellion and current riots happening on that world. No doubt the gathering of Senators only helped to hasten events unfolding there. His assignment had been to accompany the diplomats and ensure their safety on a...less than peaceful world.

However, his Convor-class was rerouted to Bith once they received the distress signal from a fellow Jedi. Denn Verdan was not someone Kellen knew well but they had served on Ukatis together aiding the recovery efforts following the Enclave attacks. And while he was sure other Jedi were already enroute or had already arrived on Lohopa, he couldn't be sure any would be out this far to aide the Bith or Knight Verdan.

As they exited hyperspace, the Mynock, as his ship was called, quickly entered stealth mode and approached the planet silently. Kellen and Captain Kelt could see the Terminus-class Destroyer on scope and did well to avoid it.

"Keep the ship out of range of that Sith Destroyer, Captain. I'll take my starfighter down and see what I can do to stop this assault."

"Yes, master Jedi. I don't like being this far from Alliance space but...those people need us." said Captain Kelt.

Entering the ships small cargo bay, Kellen climbed into his Delta-class Jedi Interceptor and launched towards the planet. As he approached, he could visibly see a shuttle dropping off troops and...Sith? Yes, Kellen could see their lightsabers ignite from a few of them as they cut down Bith security forces on their way to what seemed to be a medical lab of sort.

Quick to act, Kellen angled down and blasted the Sith shuttle out of the sky as the last Sith departed from it. His Interceptor flew overhead of the approaching Sith as he landed on a nearby pad behind the facility.

He activated his comm and tuned it to allied forces, that would include his fellow Jedi, to announce his arrival if his flashy entrance didn't already do so.

"This is Jedi Master Kellen Mynn, I have arrived at the lab and will coordinate its defense alongside the Bith forces. Requesting any additional reinforcements to converge here. We have multiple Sith on approach."

This was going to get messy.

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Darth Fury · Nov 26, 2023

Bith Space

Bridge of the Terminus Destroyer

Darth Fury watched from the command center, with amusement, the multiple feeds being sent by his recon droids on the surface. The 'attack' was going well. Better than expected, honestly. He knew the Bith would never be able to put up a real fight against a dedicated assault but even this surprised him. This Destroyer was attached to his fleet, currently on assignment in the Resu system, and had been rerouted to here under his order.

As his transports ferried Acolytes and his Legionaries to the surface to target multiple objectives, his bombers and starfighters continued to hit strategic locations hosting anti-air emplacements and security buildings. The planet was in chaos as forces scrambled to answer the multi pronged attack.

Even though Bith couldn't defend itself, not in any real capacity, targeting the planet was not the real goal. As much as Fury would love to get his hands on the bacta production here; his real intentions behind this feint was to see how its neighbors would react to hostility so close to its borders. It was why he agreed to ferry the acolytes and provide them logistical support for when he actually deigned to take the planet on orders from the Assembly.

As he watched a live stream of the carnage from his favorite streamer, something caught his eye as he watched a Jedi fighter land near the lab the Acolytes were assaulting. And he recognized the Jedi that exited the vessel as a annoyed look crossed the Sith Lords face.

Tapping a button to link in to the communications of the attacking force, he said; "Be aware, acolytes, a Jedi Master has just arrived on planet. Be cautious. And bring his head if you dare."

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Salara Zambrano · Nov 26, 2023

The arrival of the Jedi had piqued Salara's interests, however her intentions remained unchanged.

Her shadows dispatched on the world observed the acolytes such as

EVE_0001 ,

Annika Starfire and

Saahar as well as

Firrerreo and

Ansisa all of which were proving to be an interesting group so far although nothing of strong note. Salara's vessel remained undetected such as it should be as she rose from her seat within her chambers. Attendants moved quickly to see to her, and as she left the sanctity of her chambers, Salara ordered a shuttle to be prepared. She wasn't going to go down just yet, but she wanted to have one prepared for the moment when any of the acolytes proved worthy enough.

There was a word about remaining too long in the system. Salara wasn't concerned, the Jedi would have far more to worry about and contend with than a random vessel concealed from them. While another Sith Lord eagerly bombarded the world, she took her seat in the command center. Tea was brought for her refreshments. Her faithful dogs, at her side keeping guard of their mistress as she watched the carnage. A smirk on her face as she could feel some of the acolyte's hesistation and so she would send through the Force but a whisper of encouragement, directly to the acolytes themselves. "These Bith are beneath you, they are weak, take from them what you desire."

Denn Verdan |

Darth Fury |

Kellen Mynn |

Arla Rodarch |

Syala |

Darth Kentarch

Arla Rodarch · Nov 26, 2023

Objective 1
Clak'dor VII

1 NPC
4 Moonguard
4 Blackhand

Immediately Arla raised her left hand, two fingers extended, the rest clasped. The signal to hold, and thus no one reacted violently as the Jedi landed inside her security perimiter. The Blackhand kept their guns on him, and the Moon Guard had their hands on their weapons. The Captain's sword remained lowered, but the Commander had also drawn her personal sidearm, just in case. She analyzed the situation in an instant. She didn't regard the Jedi with hostility, nor did she favor him with a smile.

Commander Arla Susni of Qena.

Not quite the whole truth, but enough of it for this disastrous situation. The sky was raining with hostiles, and the Force was reeking of the Dark Side. Trouble. Aria Talen, her Captain of the Moon Guard had already sent a coded distress signal, but it was unlikely that anyone would be close enough to arrive soon enough to make a difference here.

We're on the same side here, Jedi. I hope you brought friends, because we're badly outnumbered.

At her words, the professionals of her guard instantly snapped away from the Jedi, no longer considering him a threat, and there were plenty of other threats to garner their attention. There wasn't time for further introductions or pleasantries.

'We're here spying on the locals without official cover or permission' wasn't really an option when meeting a Jedi, who tended to be all law and order about such things. Besides, the mission was a bust. The attack they had been investigating the potential of was happening, right the kriff now. Same side. Plenty of enemies to go around.

These bastards are here for a reason. I suggest we try to deny them their prize.

As if to reinforce that time was a factor, weapons fire began to be drawn towards their small party of armed individuals. The Moon Guard flanked Arla as she broke into a run. The Black Hand fired back, blasting away with heavy weapons and covering the movement of the group and one another. She was making for the source of the disturbance she felt, guided by the Force, trusting to the hunches she'd long learned to listen to.

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Darth Kentarch · Nov 26, 2023

Objective One
Location: Clak'dor VII's Capital City, Weogar