Populate The Chasm of Resistance [THR Populate of Frego]

[Pillar of Faith]

The Sith Covenant's attention is momentarily pulled away from the Core, as their formidable sector fleets are re-deployed closer to Humbarine to cut off the Iron Covenant's sudden incursion. A rare blind spot has opened over Alderaan. Seizing this window where patrol fleets are absent from the border, the High Republic has moved and initiated a deployment to establish a permanent resistance hub. Their destination is Crevasse City, a breathtaking urban marvel built entirely downward into a massive, plunging canyon. Long celebrated as one of the wonders of the galaxy for its architectural blend with the natural rock, the city's subterranean design and lack of a traditional spaceport now serve a tactical purpose, shielding the growing rebellion from covert Sith operatives, compromised corporatists, and traitorous nobles who hold sway on the surface.

While there is no overt Sith occupation of the planet at this stage, the growing influence of Covenant spies and aligned aristocracy has forced loyalist Alderaanians from every continent to flee their homes, seeking sanctuary after seeing the writing on the wall. War was coming to Alderaan.

Deep within this underground haven, Republic political leaders, high-ranking military strategists, and a contingent of Jedi Order Council Members have established a secret command post. Knowing that the Covenant's fleets will eventually return once the border crisis settles, the early pioneers of this rebellion are digging in for a brutal, long-term war of attrition to systematically secure the planet from internal betrayal and eventual war.

Deep within Crevasse City's subterranean chambers, Republic leadership must gather at a secure roundtable to determine the strategic direction of the Alderaanian rebellion. Representatives from the Senate, the Republic Military, and the Jedi Order must parse through competing planetary priorities while analyzing a flickering holographic map of the local sectors.

While the Senate had previously voted to prioritize the liberation of Alderaan, several military strategists still argue that the attention of the Republic should be put elsewhere. They pointed out that the Sith in the Deep Core were currently occupied, meaning it might be more prudent to strike at the Sith forces attacking them along the vulnerable Black Wall border, with more recent attacks coming from Moorja and New Cov.

Critical decisions had to be made at this roundtable to effectively free the galaxy from the spreading plague of war.

[Senators, High Ranking Military Officials, Jedi Council]

While the leadership debates strategy in the lower chambers, Republic Military and Jedi must secure and expand their influence across all levels of the crevasse. This objective requires a multi-layered defensive and humanitarian effort to prepare the city for the inevitable Sith discovery.

• Surface Perimeter: Establish fortified watchpoints and stealth-camouflaged scanning arrays along the upper rim of the canyon to monitor the surrounding plains for incoming Covenant patrols.
• Wilderness Deterrents: Deploy localized traps, heavy mines, and automated defense turrets throughout the dense wilderness flanking the crevasse edge to funnel potential ground attackers into easily defendable choke points.
• Humanitarian Escort: Coordinate hidden paths and guidance beacons through the rugged terrain to safely usher groups of fleeing Alderaanian refugees past corporate checkpoints and down into the lower city levels.

[Everyone Else]

X | X​

 

[Era Vos]

Location: En route
Tags: OPEN​

Engine exhaust shrieked across the Alderaanian plains. Dozens of High Republic corvettes and heavy frigates sat nose-to-tail along the upper plateau. Work crews swarmed the landing zones, lowering pallets of heavy munitions and survival rations from open cargo bays. The Sith fleets were distracted at Humbarine, but that window wouldn't stay open forever.

Lieutenant Era Vos watched the chaotic choreography of the staging ground with a grin. Under her command, a squad of engineering specialists was busy securing modular defense components onto a transport. They were headed for the treeline where the open plains collapsed into the dense mountain wilderness. Their mission was to erect a perimeter shield array capable of masking the subterranean city below from orbital scans and orbital bombardment.

"Keep those power cells centered," Era called out, her voice cutting through the thrum of idling thrusters. She stepped up to a young private who was struggling with a heavy plasma coupling, taking the weight from his hands. "If this shifts en route, we're blowing a fuse before we even reach the border. Pack it tight."

That fierce, stubborn grit kept the team moving despite the biting wind. Once the last crate was locked down, she waved her crew into the transport's cramped cabin and climbed into the pilot's seat.

Console lights flared to life in a sequential cascade of amber and blue. Standard operating procedures dictated a slow, cautious liftoff. Era gripped the flight sticks. "Hold onto your breakfast," Era muttered, glancing back at her team through the cockpit partition.

A heavy thud echoed through the chassis as the transport broke gravity. Nose dipping toward the dark expanse of the forest, the ship surged forward. The relative safety of the Republic fleet faded behind them, replaced by the shadow of the wilderness where the real work began.

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[Ravessa Gallio]

Objective 1 : Strategy meeting - En route

For the Senator of Atzerri, the journey to this clandestine meeting place had proven beneficial in two respects. First, it had given her ample time to review dossiers on those expected to attend a gathering that would undoubtedly influence the next course of action. Second, it had allowed Ravessa to come to terms with her new role as Atzerri's representative in the Galactic Senate.

With a quiet sigh, she tossed the datapad onto the seat beside her, Ravessa was accompanied by a small contingent of House Gallio's personal guard, a precaution that had become increasingly common since her election. Traveling off-world carried risks, and both House Gallio and her security detail were determined not to leave anything to chance.

"Coming down for a landing, Madam Gallio," a voice announced over the shuttle's comm system.

As the shuttle settled onto the landing pad, Ravessa rose from her seat and made her way toward the exit. She smoothed the front of her fitted black attire, ensuring every detail remained immaculate. Beside her stood a taller figure clad in the distinctive armor of the Gallio Guard Captain Kaelen Voss, her personal bodyguard and one of the most trusted protectors in House Gallio's service.

Inclining her head slightly toward him, she offered a composed smile.
"Onward to the meeting, Captain."

Without another word, the Senator of Atzerri stepped forward as the shuttle doors began to open.


Tags : Open

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Rebellions are built on Hope
Alderaan
Crevasse City - OBJ 2

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ABOARD THE VIGILANT REAPER
Connel just sat quietly and put on his mask, the sleek visored piece of technology clicked into place and his mental ritual began.

You will feel no remorse for those who would show none to you.
You will feel no fear beyond the fear of failing those behind you.
You will seek no reward beyond mission success.
You will feel no pain until death.
You are not wrath.
You are not vengeance.
You are the Light’s wraith.

Crevasse City is located in a canyon. It has no spaceport, but public transportation linked the city with Aldera, which handles all the city's space traffic. The city boasts creature comforts of all kinds, including restaurants, bars and parks, and by reputation has the best hotels on the planet. It holds the seat of the House of Metara noble family..
The surface of Crevasse City receives no more than six hours of sunlight a day, and the city streets and hallways are filled with artificial lighting built into the architecture in various artistic and clever forms. The colors of the lights take on unique meanings: white for death and mourning, blue for happiness, green for love, silver for prosperity, and orange for danger or warning.
Hidden in a far corner of the city lay its industrial section. Crevasse City is powered by geothermal power plants. It is also the home of one of Alderaan's only mining operations and the Crevasse City Collegium for Young Ladies.


What does this have to do with anything? Look to the sky.
The Vigilant Reaper was flying relatively low and fast as it approached Crevasse City, its engines humming with a controlled aggression that cut through the thin canyon air. The ship’s stealth systems were active, rendering it a ghost against the backdrop of the artificial lights below, a silent predator descending upon its nest. Suddenly 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6 individual spots were plummeting through the air, a steep dive into the heart of the city.

Weapons? Very much so, but not the kind you might expect.

No, this was Omega Squad. Elite Soldiers, each one a weapon in their own right. The galaxy may have forgotten them, but Crevasse City didn’t, Alderaan didn’t. They were the ghosts of a war long past that never truly ended. One by one chutes opened and their descent slowed, the city lights blanketing their black armor but creating little more than a silhouette against the night sky. Their landing was as silent as their approach, with an unnerving precision their boots hitting the rooftops with little more than a whisper. They didn’t need to speak, their comms were active but silent. They knew what they had to do and where they needed to be.

The blue lights proving the be a strong assistance in their camouflage, the squad moved with urgency, their dark silhouettes blending seamlessly into the shadows of the city’s towering structures. The air was thick with the scent of sweet smells and arid excess, and it needed to stay that way.

Gathering in a small alley, they formed a tight circle as their leader, Lt. Command Bren Alazar “Michael” checked his gear one last time, all of them had done the same. This was it, the moment they were preparing for all of this time. They were going to plant the seeds of rebellion. The one preparing the deepest was Connel Vanagor “Ariel” to the team. He was the one with the most to lose personally. In the days of the New Jedi Order, he grew up here on Alderaan, Connel was the last Warder of Alderaan before it was taken over by the Empire. Jedi are supposed to be the guardians of peace and justice, he was, but they were supposed to be detached, that wasn’t happening. Not today.

Let the others worry about what was “right” and what was “wrong”. He had a job to do and people to protect, even if they would never know it was him, or the rest of the team. That was their lot in life, they “don’t exist”, ghosts. This time they were going to split up, at least for the moment. The team were going to embed and start working on the surface perimeter, training locals willing to fight for their freedom, this was not the smartest move for those militants but it was noble and that would be enough for now.

Conne’s mission was different. He was going deeper, out into the belly of the beast and he was doing it alone, he needed to. Connel was moving out into the Wilderness, setting traps, not simply for footsoldiers but for Sith. They were highly intelligent and often on their toes, they would not fall for simple traps, they would need to be complex, layered and most importantly, they would need to be personal.

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[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Dominique Vexx | Ravessa Gallio​

Subterranean living held absolutely zero appeal. Stripped of sunlight and open skies, the Alderaanians looked exactly like what they were... Creatures crawling out of a cave. While the architecture carved straight into the canyon rock lacked personal flair, the tactical defense of the plunging gorge remained undeniable.

Gazing across the flickering holographic roundtable, Aurelian picked out a mix of familiar and fresh faces. The Republic's rapid expansion felt clumsy, leaving the Great Houses under constant siege by this Sith Covenant. Tapani had fallen first, and now Alderaan stood on the precipice.

Priorities seemed obvious. The Senate had voted, the populace had agreed, and Alderaan remained too powerful a symbol to abandon. Rooting out the local spies and securing this foothold would allow a concentrated push to liberate the Core. Those Sith forces lingering behind the Black Wall could rot for all he cared. If he managed to spearhead this specific campaign, the political glory would look positively radiant to the other Houses.

"Chancellor, if I may speak," Aurelian began, his voice cutting through the strategic murmurs. A smile played on his lips, fully aware that Dominique knew he would speak regardless of permission. "We must commit every resource here, on Alderaan. Core refugees arrive in vast numbers daily. It is high time we liberate their homes and give these poor Jedi their holy world of Tython back."

Relocating the Jedi mystics as far from Naboo as humanly possible would be an exquisite bonus. If this campaign succeeded, perhaps the entire Republic apparatus could be shifted away from his home system. Naboo required stability, fewer galactic burdens, and absolutely zero Sith.

​

 

[Dominique Vexx]

This wasn't a warzone. Dominique regarded the holo projection with a subdued curl to the corners of her lips. A map of Alderaan. A world under siege by political machinations of the Sith Covenant. People whose allegiances were bought, their willingness to knee for power on display, and a world that'd charmed its way into the hearts and minds of the Senate now hung in the balance. In war such a display meant something. Tangible forces. Placements. But in an invisible war... numbers, charts, and tables were the vehicles for battle. Dominique wondered how many Senators, aside from those eager to mimic these poor souls within the Republic proper, knew how to fight that kind of war. The Five Veil Trade Route said, 'not many.'

Yet there they stood. Those willing to indulge in a less grandiose battle for control.

Her golden rings slid over to Aurelian Veruna as the King begged permission to speak. A slight lift of the eyebrows. An open handed gesture for him to continue.

Tython? Dominique fixed her stance in place as she regarded the man in the wake of his suggestion. The Core? Ambitious. Symbolic. People could be rallied toward such a cause there was no doubt. It would stall the Eastern advance of the Sith as a whole. Was Aurelian so confident the Sith would not wage a similarly symbolic assault from the West? They bolstered their forces for such a day -- one never knew what a Sith Empire might do -- but was he truly prepared? Not that they had to invade and hold the Core. Symbolic gestures could always be drawn out. Dominique was concerned the Senate was not one known for patience, however, once an idea came to them. Well, that was a complex matter of sculpting the shape of things the Chancellor would do elsewhere. Not here and now.

"This Republic did not cross into Imperial Confederation space to rescue one man without reason. We shall not stand for our own being subjugated. It is not merely enshrined in our Charter, but demanded to deter our enemies from advancing where and whenever they wish." Dominique's gaze slowly swept over the crowd to gauge their reaction. "The people of Alderaan are our people, and we protect our own."

Whatever tomorrow held, Dominique knew what was needed today: Alderaan's future.

Aurelian Veruna | Ravessa Gallio | Open​

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Dominique Vexx Aurelian Veruna Ravessa Gallio

Ayumi was listening to them all and she was saddened the Organas weren't here but she had committed and sent the veil of denon to the world to help them out and it was built for actions like this as she looked across the table. "We have the assets we sent in the cloaked fleet. We can use some locator beacons to find where Gram Arranda set them." Well the supplies granted, the ships they had contact with and would be able to use where needed. "The ships would have moved as the situation evolved unless asked to help evacuate people to Denon." She was looking at it and then at Dominique with a small look. "We could set them up to transport those evacuating the core."

 

[Verity Stuyveris]

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Verity was standing at the back of the room on a holocall with Elian Abrantes as the meeting kicked off. Absurd that she needed to arrange security badges for Jocelyn Panteer and Theron Alde on their own homeworld, but that was the state of things in the galaxy. "I've pulled every string with the security office," Verity murmured to Elian. "If you could simply collect them from the landing bay and make my apologies as you bring them here, that would be so helpful.. Thank you, Elian -- I must really get back, I hear the King of Naboo's dulcet tones and that's -- "

She very nearly said always trouble but remembered at the last moment that as a Senator she was also meant to be a diplomat. Instead, she said: " -- always worth hearing."

Verity hung up the call and shouldered her way through the crowd around the table to come to a rest just opposite Aurelian Veruna across the table. She was pleasantly surprised to find him speaking sense on the subject. "Well said," she conceded to Aurelian, before turning her gaze to Dominique Vexx . "We have publicly stated our commitment to the Alderaanian cause and we must see it through, Chancellor Vexx. People may think us weak if we can't, but they will think us feckless if we won't." Verity glanced around at her colleagues gathering there, nodding to Ayumi Pallopides as well.

"I believe I have solved the Organa problem," Verity announced without further preamble. "A House that we can endeavor to support as they press their claim. My aide should be arriving with them very shortly. I should preface this by saying that the primary claimant, a Lady Jocelyn of House Panteer, is not the shrewd political operator we all think ourselves. She was perfectly content to put her support behind the Organas until the Organas -- well, we all know what happened. Point is, I hope we can approach this with some sensitivity when we recall that this is their homeworld, after all."

"If we can offer them the same support we were prepared to offer the Organas, I think we might have a shot at preventing the Covenant from getting their claws in deep here."

Ravessa Gallio​

 

[Elian Abrantes]

Verity Stuyveris
Jocelyn Panteer Theron Alde
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Elian couldn't help but smirk as he listened to her words regarding Aurelian. He wasn't entirely sure what was being said, but it was either something remarkably intelligent wrapped in a layer of ignorance, or something profoundly ignorant wrapped in a layer of Aurelian logic.

"I'll make sure this gets done, Senator." Straightening up, Elian rested a hand over the pistol at his side before glancing toward the small group of Abrantes Guards standing nearby. "We've got some work to do. It's an escort assignment. I know it isn't the most exciting task, but I appreciate you accompanying me regardless." He offered them a brief smile before turning and making his way toward the spaceport.

Ever since Cassian's disappearance, it had become nearly impossible for Elian to hold a conversation without an Abrantes Guard somewhere within earshot. Cassian hadn't traveled with guards, and everyone knew what had happened to him. Elian understood the reasoning behind the precautions.

Sorta....

It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. The figures they sought were visible from afar. "Milady Jocelyn, and Theron. My apologies for the delay. I'm here on behalf of Senator Stuyveris to escort you to her location."

He placed a hand over his chest and gave a respectful bow. "My name is Elian Abrantes, of House Abrantes of Naboo." Rising back to his full height, he gestured toward the path ahead. "Shall we?" Without wasting further time, Elian began leading them back toward the Senator and the rest of the entourage of the Republic.

As he walked, his mind wandered. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly was about to unfold. There was so much happening at once, and every answer seemed to lead to even more questions.

 

[Damos Rennar]

“Every resource?” The gruff voice came from the opposite side of the holotable. There was almost a laugh hidden within the words, though Damos Rennar lacked the disposition to ever truly sound amused. “What more resources do you think we have, Your Majesty?”

The Bothan pushed himself away from the wall and stepped forward. Blue light washed across his fur as the holotable rotated through sectors and star systems. Fleet positions. Trade routes. Threat assessments. A thousand pieces of information condensed into neat projections that somehow never seemed capable of conveying the reality behind them.

It was a different Republic now.

The Senate held more power than ever before. The old royal courts had faded into the background, replaced by committees, chambers and offices that endlessly debated responsibility whilst rarely accepting it.

The Security Council had been one of the few concessions back towards the old ways. A recognition that governance and security could not remain entirely separate from one another. That those tasked with defending the Republic deserved a voice alongside those elected to lead it. Unfortunately, Damos had also learned that being granted a seat at the table did not necessarily mean anyone intended to listen.

“We are stretched thin as it is.” His voice remained calm which somehow made it sound worse. “The Sith Empire continues probing attacks outside of the Black Wall. Frontier worlds are constantly requesting assistance faster than we can provide it. Every week another senator or ambassador reports instability. Every week another sector asks for protection.”

A flick of his claw sent red markers spreading across the display. Raids. Piracy. Smuggling. Insurgencies. The slow expansion of Sith influence; none of it was new and that was perhaps the most frustrating part.

The Bothan folded his arms, he hadn’t even touched on Alderaan yet, the planet that the Republic was so eager to help, so committed to try and pry out of the hands of the occupying Sith, for what? What strategic good did it actually offer.

For several moments only the hum of the holoprojectors filled the room.

“For years we have convinced ourselves that restraint is wisdom.” He gestured towards the display. “For years we delayed military expansion, until it was to late and we had to.” Another gesture. “We have postponed fleet modernisation, until it was to late and we had to.” Another. “We have reduced strategic reserves, until we realised that we needed them.” Another. “We have debated every request for preparedness.”

His expression hardened as he ceased to make motions towards the table.

“And what has it achieved?”

Alderaan rotated above the table. Occupied and covered with the indications of such. A visible wound in the centre of the Republic Mindset for Peace.

“Us sitting in a hole on Alderaan.” His voice remained level. “Trying to pretend that we haven’t realised it is to late.”

Damos stared at them for a long moment. Then looked back towards Aurelian.

“Your Majesty, you inherited a Republic that had already convinced itself it was safe. I don’t question you directly or criticize your administration.” It was important that he said that. Because it was true, Damos had always supported Aurelian, the right man for the job in his eyes. “But I can’t commit our all to this fight.”

His ears flattened slightly. “Not while we continue to have multiple fronts appearing daily. Unless you give me the resources I need. Declare that we are at war, and let me take the leash off.”

 

[Helios Ardemark]

BLOOD ON THE SCALES​

The Bothan wasn't alone in thinking that change was necessary. The Pelagonian had been following the proceedings of the Senate in the months since the cavernous grief he felt had ceased to echo so much, while he and his people settled into existence far from home. And he had been watching… watching as the worlds of former peer after former peer fell to the thirst and consumption of the Covenant, or the hunger of an expanding Sith-Imperial veil. Watching while anger fed on his grief for fuel.

Many of those subjugated worlds were once represented by souls he debated and accorded with, people he had come to know, in a life that almost felt as if it belonged to another, these days. As if a lifetime had passed in a matter in months. A dissonance that might have untethered lesser men.

“Or perhaps you are all waiting for another massacre.”

Helios Ardemark, former Senator of Pelagon to the former Alliance, Acting High Lord of House Pelagia, and Ambassador of the vast Tapani Refugee Diaspora within the Republic spoke just loud enough to be heard over the din, his tone even, and those around him parted like in the myth of a sea doing likewise, so that he might be seen, thereby also giving him a path towards the holotable; his eyes had hardly left the blue light since his arrival. He was no stranger to deciphering the displays, a leader of men of war before he was ever a representative of political and secular interests.

"I should hope not."

He continued at a measured pace forwards, hand clasped around wrist behind him, cobalt blues fixing first on the Nabooian monarch.

"Your Majesty," he addressed with a tilt of his head, upon which he looked to the one with lilac hair, "Chancellor, we all know what these Sith are. There is no slant of light that paints them any different." Hands emerged from behind him and found purchase on the edge of the table, as he reached it. "No matter what they might say or do."

Influence the Houses they might, but it was only a matter of time. His mouth became a line, and fingers tented on the table. Fingers that tapped a cadence, aligned with the first words of his next statement.

"Do not let Alderaan be rent apart as so many already have been." He swallowed, harrowed memory scraping across his psyche; scarcely a day went by where it didn't. His gaze flicked back to Aurelian. "As so many more will be if the Republic continues as it has. Ask yourselves how many more displaced the Republic can take. Consider what you would have the citizens of this galaxy remember, or risk leaving more burdened with that which they can never forget."

Aurelian Veruna • Ayumi Pallopides • Damos Rennar
Dominique Vexx • Elian Abrantes • Ravessa Gallio • Verity Stuyveris​

 

[Colette]

Aurelian Veruna / Ayumi Pallopides / Damos Rennar / Dominique Vexx / Elian Abrantes / Helios Ardemark / Ravessa Gallio / Verity Stuyveris

Those poor Jedi had sent an equally poor representative to this table if Tython was meant to be some kind of carrot for them to just sign off on things. Colette remained seated and shuffled around to soothe the discomfort that simply being here brought her.

Tradition and history were two things Colette didn't have a great amount of need for. The former especially. If Jedi tradition had worked they wouldn't have been relegated to a chair in a meeting of supposed 'peers' and in nothing more than an advisory role. If Jedi tradition had worked as those who clung to it imagined it did, then their presence here wouldn't even have been necessary. Tython was a dried up rock, clung to by nostalgic fools. It made for a poor carrot to those who never cared for idolatry.

But, unless asked, that didn't have to be said. To paraphrase the bigger points of what Corazona von Ascania had told Colette when she had admitted to being nervous about this meeting: the better part of politics was knowing when to shut the fuck up and when to not shut the fuck up.

Given her own inexperience, Colette opted for being quiet. Recent events had inarguably proven the value of doing just that. Especially given that said events were also the reason a potential third front had opened up. Being silent just felt like a natural thing to do in order to not bring that kind of attention unto herself. At least for now.

As such she would be available if asked. That was all that had been required of her from the rest of the Council.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Aurelian Veruna Dominique Vexx Colette Verity Stuyveris Elian Abrantes Damos Rennar Ayumi Pallopides Helios Ardemark Ravessa Gallio

"Senators. Chancellor. Your majesty."

Master San Tekka bowed before taking his seat again with Colette and the rest of the Jedi delegation. He wore a faceless temple guard death mask painted in white and electrum filigree. Something about the humble robes Zark wore made him feel vulnerable while surrounded by so many politicians.

"Forgive me," the mask distorted his voice like a trooper's helmet, "It would violate the precepts of our Code to demand political action even against our ancient nemesis. These choices are yours to make. I can only give you all my counsel on security matters."

Glowing yellow eye lenses swept over the assembled gathering of Republic authority. His military record was long enough to almost defy belief. Some credited the Jedi Master with saving Atrisia from total defeat although San Tekka knew he owed much to the native's incredible discipline. At last his gaze came to rest upon the Bothan spymaster.

"I must agree with some of the concerns raised by Republic intelligence," he nodded slowly at Rennar, "Alderaan is vulnerable. We are far from Naboo and in the shadow of the Covenant's base of power. Local hyperlanes remain too exposed to interdiction."

When he spoke, Master San Tekka radiated an eerie sense of calm. There were likely dignitaries gathered in this room that blamed him for jeopardizing good relations with Mandalore.

"If the Republic is to make a stand in the Core Worlds, then it must begin on Corellia. From there we could defend Alderaan and be within striking distance of Coruscant. The shipyards there are an asset we cannot afford to lose, and my Order has made contact with at least one Jedi outpost that survived the Sith purges."

 

[Ravessa Gallio]

Ravessa quietly considered the points raised by the others at the meeting. One suggestion in particular lingered in her mind the proposal to retake Tython. While reclaiming the world would undoubtedly serve as a powerful symbol for the Republic, she questioned whether the cost of such a campaign would justify the victory.

"A world like Tython carries immense symbolic value," she began, her gaze fixed upon the holographic display. "However, it is not difficult to imagine that the Sith would anticipate such an objective and heavily fortify the planet accordingly."

She paused briefly, studying the holo-map of Alderaan before continuing.

"From a logistical standpoint, it would be wiser to reinforce Alderaan before advancing to the next target. Overextension would only create new vulnerabilities and provide opportunities for enemy counterattacks."

With that, Ravessa settled back to her musings.


Tags: Aurelian Veruna Helios Ardemark Ayumi Pallopides Dominique Vexx Verity Stuyveris Colette Damos Rennar