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Dominion The Mines of Silence | THR Dominion of Kenari


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THR Dominion of Kenari
-Black Sun Syndicate Welcome to Join-


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Theed's Royal Palace has been attacked, and the Republic is reeling. Chancellor Kalantha is gone, the Magister is dead, and power is split. The Queen of Naboo is rising, while interim High Chancellor Veruna is reluctantly stepping into the void.

Whispers suggest Kalantha was taken by Black Sun agents across the Mid-Rim. They're believed to be on Kenari, a planet ravaged by old Republic greed and Imperial destruction.

Two missions are now underway. Jedi Knight Aiden Porte is leading a secret rescue into Kenari's mines. Meanwhile, Aurelian Veruna and Cassian Abrantes are setting up a Republic presence on the damaged planet. Both missions will push them to their limits, uncover hidden truths, and determine Kenari's fate.


Objective 1 - The Mines of Silence
(Join Aiden and team as they search for Kalantha in the old mines. Story will be pushed every 48 hours.)

Aiden Porte Aiden Porte and a Republic Strike Team used a fake mining permit to infiltrate Kenari's abandoned extraction facility. The place is dark, filled with the groans of old machinery and the palpable threat of new dangers. Black Sun mercenaries patrol the tunnels, their presence a key indicator that Kalantha is here.

Their mission is straightforward enough: get Chancellor Kalantha before she is transported further into Black Sun space. But as the group push deeper, the mine's winding corridors hinted at something far more sinister than a simple kidnapping. Evidence pointed to a much larger operation, hidden behind the pretense of ransom and smuggling.

Can they unravel the truth before the mine caves in, or before she vanishes?

Objective 2 - The New Frontier
(Help set up the new forward operating base, venture into the Kenari wilderness, socialize, etc.)

The Republic is desperately trying to get back on its feet. Kenari becomes their chosen site for a new forward operating base. This desolate world, once just a scar, is now crucial for stability in the Mid Rim. Cassian Abrantes Cassian Abrantes , in charge of GAHR's set up here, must work with the newly appointed Interim High Chancellor Aurelian Veruna Aurelian Veruna . Their partnership is already strained by shared history, their pride, and very different ideas for the Republic's future.

Their task is massive: transform this hostile planet into a symbol of resilience. But Kenari's ghosts aren't easily buried. The Republic faces constant threats: an unstable environment, possible local resistance, and whispers of the Black Sun stirring up trouble again.



 



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Forward Operating Base
Kenari-One
Aurelian Veruna Aurelian Veruna @Open

The shuttle descended through thick, ochre clouds, the metal hull rattling under the strain of Kenari's unpredictable atmosphere. From the viewport, the planet stretched below in fractured plains and ash-black forests, the scars of ancient bombardment still visible like burns across the land. The Republic called it a symbol of renewal. To those who had walked through too many ruins, it was another graveyard they hoped to build on.

Cassian Abrantes stood near the ramp as it lowered, the wind immediately whipping his coat as dust and static filled the air. A Republic detachment awaited him engineers, GAHR personnel, soldiers, eager to prove the Republic could still plant its banner somewhere. The new Forward Operating Base Kenari-One was little more than prefabricated structures and defensive pylons at this stage. But it was meant to become a lifeline, a foothold for the Mid Rim's reclamation.

The air on Kenari tasted of metal and memory.

Cassian Abrantes stood at the edge of the newly marked perimeter, boots sinking into the soft ash-streaked soil that passed for ground here. All around him, the sound of labor filled the air drills, engines, the deep hum of atmospheric processors booting up for the first time in years. Prefab walls went up in rigid lines, Republic banners already flapping where there was little yet to defend.

It was the beginning. It always started like this noise, dust, and the illusion of progress.

He drew in a slow breath, hands clasped behind his back as he watched the construction teams at work. The GAHR engineers were doing what they could with materials but the morale was high. Despite the losses plaguing them, the kidnapped Chancellor, yet Aurelian Veruna Aurelian Veruna had stepped in and began working diligently, from what he could see. He promised her, he would do his best to make this work, to put aside their differences for the Republic. If that mean taking lectures and pushing past all the unnecessary tattle, that's what he would do.

For her, for Naboo and for the Republic.

To the north, the ridge broke into jagged cliffs that shimmered faintly with the residue of old bombardments. Even now, Kenari bled radiation in certain pockets, the air sensors flickering red intermittently as the wind shifted. It was a reminder that this planet hadn't forgiven them. Maybe it never would.

"General Abrantes." A young officer called out, approaching with a datapad. "Further foundations for sector three are delayed. The terrain's too unstable to anchor the support pylons. We'll have to shift the grid for the medical space another twenty meters south."

Cassian nodded, eyes still on the horizon. "Do it. Don't argue with the land it's older and meaner than any of us."

Beyond the sound of hammers and repulsorlifts, he caught sight of Aurelian Veruna's shuttle touching down. Even from a distance, the polished hull stood out like a jewel in the dust a symbol of the man himself. The High Chancellor would want an update, a status report, perhaps a few jabs at him. The General couldn't help but chuckle at the last thought.

Cassian exhaled through his nose, his jaw tightening slightly.. He brushed a layer of dust from his sleeve and straightened. His gaze swept the construction zone one last time the flicker of blue shields coming online, the silhouettes of workers moving like ants under the vast orange sky.

There was promise here. There always was, in the beginning. he was determined to make sure it was kept

Still, as the wind carried the sound of metal against metal, Cassian couldn't help but think of how fragile it all was how one good storm, one well-placed strike, or one bad decision in the Royal Assembly could undo it all. He didn't envy Sibylla or Aurelian as they dealt with such things, in fact it only made him appreciate the fact they they were willing to keep things together.

Cassian strode with a small detachment of Republic Soldiers, as they would provide security and safety for the Chancellor, even though he was sure that he had his own. Still, one could never be too careful.

He caught glimpse of Aurelian moving down the landing ramp as the small Detachment formed on either side of him and turned to give Aurelian a solid and respectable salute, Cassian did as well.

"Chancellor."


 

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Objective 1 - The Mines of Silence


Luckily for Sergeant Fall, he was used to subterfuge in order to get into places. A fake mining permit to descend into Black Sun territory and into their operations to rescue someone? Doable. Fun? No. Doable? Yes. Truth be told, fighting untrained criminal gunslingers who's greatest experience against an enemy was a rival gang or perhaps a few trips to the range was miles better than the Imperial threat he'd been facing.

His eyes turned towards the rear of the group as they approached the staging area. Aiden Porte Aiden Porte was in charge of the mission, and Raylin saw little reason to argue. He picked up his rifle as they pushed forward, a unique weapon to most in the Republic, but not to the cruel defenders of the Republic: a suppressed slugthrower. Personal shields and noise were a concern in the tight spaces, as well as the small potential for lighting any gases in the enclosed space. That, and stealth was their key to victory.

The Pathfinder detachment was here, and was directly going to be involved in the upcoming operation. Raylin's squad was no different, but they had a more direct role. The worry that the Black Sun had compromised the Chancellor was high. Either by poison, sedation, or any number of horrible things they had access to. A whole medical suite was practically being carried in. Medicines, retroviral drugs, antibiotics, kolto, bacta, sedatives, IVs, blood matching the Chancellor's type, a whole trauma response.

Raylin and his team waited silently for the order to move ahead, silent gazes behind their Commando armor. Raylin was in the middle of the formation, eager to get the operation underway.... and the heavy backpack full of medical supplies off of him. While perfectly capable of being a pipe-hitter, and an operator, Raylin's specialty was called on for this mission, not to be a killer, but a protector.



 

Location: Kenari-One, Kenari
Tags: Cassian Abrantes Cassian Abrantes

Objective 2
Aurelian stepped down into the wind and dust, his boots crunching softly into the soil. The air was dry and electric, biting at his throat. He exhaled sharply, a wry smile touching his lips.

"Cassian..." he sighed, the name a mix of irritation and relief. His cape whipped behind him as he passed the saluting guards without ceremony.

He hated that his advisors were right. He needed to be seen. Kenari was meant to be a statement, a promise that the Republic still had teeth, that they wouldn't yield to fear or the Black Sun's shadow. Optics weren't what drove him, though. He was here for other reasons, personal ones.

His second in command's insistence that she help Aiden Porte's mission continue, her belief that the Jedi could find Kalantha and that the Republic still had a soul to save, had pushed him into this. If he couldn't stop her from escorting the Jedi, he'd at least ensure the Republic had a nearby foothold when the storm broke, that he was there for her if needed.

He turned to Cassian, brushing gray dust from his sleeve. "Well, General," he said, his voice light but edged, "where do you need the morale boost of a 'high, fancy Chancellor' today? I'd rather not waste it on the mess tent if there's a more tragic view to inspire from."

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Objective: 1
The Mines Of Silence

Inez Inez Roman Vossari Roman Vossari Raylin Fall Raylin Fall @Open​


The shuttle shuddered as it broke atmosphere, its hull rattling under the drag of Kenari's skies. Outside the viewport, the planet stretched out in long scars of ochre and black the remains of a world once rich with ore, now gutted and left to rot. The clouds hung heavy, thick with dust and ash, occasionally lit by the orange pulse of lightning far below.

Aiden stood at the center of the troop bay, one gloved hand gripping the overhead rail to steady himself. His hood was drawn low, shadows cutting across his face, though the faint reflection of the cockpit lights gleamed along the metal hilt at his side. Around him, the Republic strike team sat in silence commandos, medics, and scouts, all veterans of campaigns that had taught them to read the quiet as a warning.

He waited until the comm static cleared, then spoke. His voice carried easily over the hum of the engines.

"Kenari was stripped bare by mining initiatives. The place has been off the charts since. No local government, no functioning satellites, just ghosts and opportunists." He glanced to the nearest trooper a Twi'lek sergeant adjusting her rifle strap. "Now Black Sun's here, and they've taken someone very important to the Republic to all of us."

He let the moment hang before continuing.

"Chancellor Kalantha's last signal came from deep within the mining facility near the equatorial ridge. Black Sun's using it as a front for something smuggling, maybe more. We'll land outside the old lift site, move through the upper shafts, and find her before she can be moved."

The pilot's voice crackled over the comm. "Descent complete in sixty seconds. Radiation minimal."

Aiden turned toward the hatch, feeling the Force press around him, the weight of it heavier than he'd expected. Beneath the storm, something darker pulsed faint, like a wound left to fester.

"Stay sharp." he said quietly.

He took a slow breath, steadying the ache that coiled in his chest at the thought of her of Kalantha, alive somewhere down there. He could still hear her voice from their last talk, calm, sweet.

She deserved better than this.

As the shuttle doors opened and the smell of the planet's air rushed in, Aiden's expression hardened. "Move," he ordered. The strike team rose as one, boots hitting the ground in sequence, their figures swallowed by the dust and the flickering orange light.

"Stay close to me my friends, I will not be losing someone else, especially you Sibylla." Aiden glanced over to Sibylla, Roman, and ahead of them was Sergeant Fall. He smirked at Roman and patted him on the shoulder. "Sorry, she's prettier than you." Giving a small joke amongst the rising tensions that would soon hit them. He followed last, cloak snapping in the wind, gaze fixed on the black mouth of the mine ahead and the faint hope that somewhere within it, she was still waiting to be saved. They were at the entrance to the mine, as permits had been presented and such. The planet's heart beat in the echo of distant machinery, and Aiden could feel it like a pulse beneath his skin slow, heavy, unnatural. His jaw tightened instead, his mind turning to Kalantha. The last time he had seen her was in the Senate rotunda calm, composed, holding the floor with that quiet conviction only she possessed.

He hadn't told her that her presence steadied him. That in her, he saw what the Republic could still be.

Now she was somewhere in this pit, trapped among criminals and shadows, and all he could think was that she did not belong here.

Please, let her be alive.


 

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B L A C K - S U N - S Y N D I C A T E
MINES OF SILENCE

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Aiden Porte Aiden Porte l Roman Vossari Roman Vossari l Inez Inez

Click-click-click.

In the darkness of the area near the mines, something wicked moved, watched. The eerie sensation of someone watching the Republic troops was felt by all-

And it was true.

In the darkness, a pair of glowing eyes narrowed. Cold, calculating eyes didn't move for a moment- then, the two small white glints in the darkness, Torn's eerie somewhat-glowing eyes in the dark disappeared.

And the silence took back over. But something- someone was watching the Republic strike team.

 


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Objective Two

The Denon Command Vessel Prosperity, a Denon Venator-class, silently orbited high above Kenari. It was an extended reach for Denon's fleet to cover something at the East edge of High Republic space, but under the circumstances it had been a worth while expense. They could spare a major capital ship to help nearby Black Sun aligned elements second-guess how many other ships might be lurking nearby.

Dominique lounged back in a high-back, plush throne with floor-to-ceiling transparisteel windows giving her an unmolested view of the planet below. One leg crossed over the other, she slowly indulged in a vintage wine as reports scrolled down the windows off-center. She wasn't there to play Admiral of a naval fleet. They had capable warriors for that role. Her purpose was to wage economic war to wield 'Soft' Power to far greater effect. The sort of thing the Black Sun had sought to bolster themselves with in taking Wielu. It had been a shot across the bow not soon forgot.

A lazy flick of a nail cast a report aside in order for the next one to appear.

The soft click of glass sounded before Dominique tapped a control. "Captain, have assets taken position to monitor anyone attempting to flee the planet?"

"Monitoring stations and patrols are taking position now, Director Vexx."

"Excellent. Have a transport readied. I will be leaving for the surface."
Dominique uncrossed her legs and rose to her feet. The window displays immediately snapped off leaving only Kenari bathed in the light of its sun to fill the view. Her towering white suit began to ripple until it was solid black. Today was not one to stand out like a sore thumb.

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Golden eyes surveyed the land as the transport descended through the clouds toward the Forward Operating Base below. An analyst was reading off various reports and statistics about present activities, likely outcomes, and potential future needs for the Republic's efforts. There were no easy options for what they wanted to set in motion. If it were not for the Chancellor potentially being there the planet was not a choice investment opportunity.

"Thank you, Caden. Please see to the distribution of supplies. I'm certain the personnel below will be appreciative," Dominique responded once the reports had ended. It was about as one could expect under the circumstances. Poor. With a hopeful outlook. Though not necessarily too hopeful.

Once the transport set down and the door opened, Dominique stepped down onto the surface of the planet and slowly strode out toward the base heedless of the engines spinning down to either side. Lilac glareshades slowly swung out to the side to look beyond the base before she drew too near and all she could see was the bustle of personnel about their business.


 


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OBJECTIVE I
Equipment: Seraph Eques III Armor, Igneus Gladius IV Weapon

The High Republic had not officially signed any agreements with the S.A.A. Aether or its Captain, Verity Suun of the Astrorum Imperium. There was no legal or moral obligation for her participation in their rescue effort. No personal interest in policing their worlds or the lawless and unclaimed ones between governments. It was not their place. They had their own mission.

Nonetheless, it might be another opportunity to explore this Republic and learn more of what they knew. The Aether continued to compile data in search of the ones funneling outsider technology to the Imperium's enemies. If by helping them it might help build bonds so be it. If it did not... well, the Aeternum (Emperor) would not look down on Suun's prosecution of criminals that besmirched the Stars' holy name.

The Seraph Eques armor was bulky by comparison to most other armed forces of the wider galaxy. It traded acrobatics for plowing through the ranks of enemies to lay waste to their number. The Igneus Gladius in her hands was turned over in her hands before it shifted from carbine into scattergun configuration. A loud racking ammunition followed as the group geared up to press forward.

Her dark eyes followed Aiden in particular as the group moved. She watched his actions and listened to his words. He was a far more light hearted commander than she. Not the sort that would suit the Imperium strict's demand for discipline. Not wildly out of norm for the people fo the galaxy, however, and somehow they managed to hold it together. Though with all the strife, Verity had yet to question just how demanding her people were for decorum.

"Knight Porte," Verity called out as the ground brunched under her heavy steps, "we have not worked together before. Should you require a shield, or a sword, know that I will be there at your command." It was strange to have a 'Knight' commanding her, an Admiral, but this was not her strike team. Verity would have to constrain the urge to take command in the interest of fostering a good working relationship. Difficult as it would be.


 

LOCATION: Kenari
TAGS: Aiden Porte Aiden Porte | Inez Inez | Raylin Fall Raylin Fall | Verity Suun Verity Suun

Roman stood near the mouth of the mine. Dust swirled around his boots and the taste of iron hung thick in the air. The low hum of old machinery echoed ahead. That sound was broken only by the steady clank of Verity's armor. He glanced at her; definitely someone you didn't want to piss off before breakfast.

He wasn't sure why he'd agreed to this mission. Maybe it was just boredom. Ukatis had gone too quiet lately. Corazona von Ascania Corazona von Ascania kept nagging him about helping with tedious repairs or inevitable paperwork.

Aiden, on the other hand, promised action. He promised a rescue mission for his ex-Queen-turned-girlfriend. Classic Porte move, really.

Roman adjusted his jacket, the leather creaking faintly, and surveyed the rest of the group. Raylin looked like he had been born in his armor, every movement exact. Verity looked like she could walk straight through a tank. This Sibylla, though, he hadn't placed yet. She was quiet. Her eyes looked like she had seen too much. In this group, that probably meant just enough.

"Sibylla, is that your name? I thought someone called you Inez." he asked, stepping closer. His voice was casual, edged with curiosity. "Are you another one of Aiden's girlfriends?" He smirked faintly. "I have to say, keeping track of his romantic conquests is confusing. It's a little depressing, too."

When Aiden cracked his little joke in response, Roman's head snapped toward him, mock offense lighting up his face. "Prettier than me?" he shot back, pointing accusingly at Inez. "Her? You've been breathing far too much recycled shuttle air, my friend."

The disgusted look he gave Aiden was all theater, the kind of easy banter they had relied on for years. But beneath it, a flicker of genuine unease crept in as he looked at the dark tunnel opening. The air felt wrong somehow. Heavy. Humming.

He sighed, rolling his shoulders. "Fine," he muttered, mostly to himself. "Let's go get your girlfriend before the ground swallows us whole."

Then, louder, to Aiden: "If I die down there, I'm haunting you. Just so you know."

He flicked on his flashlight and fell in line behind the others, stepping into the dark.

 

Objective 1 - The Mines of Silence


The Commandos were quiet for a while. But they were getting more and more annoyed. It was when Roman Vossari Roman Vossari turned on his flashlight that Raylin finally moved- silently. The Pathfinders were damn quiet people normally, but it was impressive that he could move that quietly and quickly without making much noise. A gloved hand went over the light. His visor slowly turned towards the gathered group. His voice was low, quiet, even through the helmet. He breathed out before speaking- the sharpness of his consonants being taken out. Just another aspect to how much the Recon Marines there were adept at sneaking around.

"Light and noise discipline, Jedi."

He didn't like all the talking. He also felt like he was being watched. And with how deep they were going into enemy territory- unsupported, at that, he was wary and paranoid (with good reason) already. That made all the soldiers there on edge. They were not demigods with mystical powers and laser swords. They were regular men, up against tall odds.

"Not all of us are coming back from this mission. Act like it."

And with that, Raylin pushed the flashlight down. It'd be a shame to get lit up and shot over a flashlight. The night-vision equipped pathfinders went first into the descent, into the darkness of the mines.



 

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Objective: II - The New Frontier
Location: Kenari Wilderness
Tag: Open

The wilderness of Kenari stretched before him like a sea of green and gold, where the wind carried the scent of damp soil and unseen rivers. Sven Halestorm Sven Halestorm paused at the edge of the forward operating post, boots crunching against the metal walkway that marked the line between civilization and the unknown. Behind him, workers shouted over the hum of machinery, their words lost beneath the droning engines of cargo lifters. Ahead lay only the whisper of the forest, the quiet challenge of a world untouched. He adjusted his cloak, letting it fall loosely over his shoulders as he stepped beyond the perimeter. The durasteel fences and sensor lights faded behind him, swallowed by the foliage.

Kenari’s wildlands were old. Towering trees rose from the earth like pillars of a forgotten temple, their bark veined with glowing spores that shimmered in the dim light. Sven moved carefully through the undergrowth, one hand brushing against a vine slick with morning dew. His senses stretched outward through the Force, not in search of danger, but to listen. The forest spoke in subtle language: the rustle of leaves, the distant call of a bird-like creature, the soft pulse of life that beat beneath everything. It was raw, unrefined beauty, a world still breathing in its natural rhythm, untouched by the machinery of conquest.

He stopped at a clearing where the canopy broke, revealing shafts of sunlight that painted the moss-covered ground in amber hues. Kneeling, Sven pressed his palm against the soil. It was warm, alive with energy. “The Force is strong here,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “But not because of conflict. Because of balance.” The words were less observation and more reverence, a quiet acknowledgment of the harmony he sought to preserve. In places like this, he remembered why he had left Naboo to find what others had forgotten that peace was found in the quiet corners of creation.

As he rose, the sound of movement reached him. Not mechanical, something organic, deliberate. His hand moved instinctively toward the hilt of his lightsaber, but he did not ignite it. A shadow shifted between the trees, slender and quick. He waited. Then, from behind a cluster of ferns, a pair of golden eyes met his. The creature was small, feline in shape, fur streaked with bioluminescent markings. It watched him curiously, unafraid. Sven let his tension fade, lowering his hand. “You’re no threat,” he said softly. “Only a reminder.” The animal tilted its head before darting away, leaving the forest silent once more.

To Venture Forth into the Unknown.​



 
OBJECTIVE I:
LOCATION
: Caverns, UNKNOWN
ALLIES:
Black Sun | Torn Eskol Torn Eskol
FOES: Aiden Porte Aiden Porte Roman Vossari Roman Vossari Raylin Fall Raylin Fall Verity Suun Verity Suun Inez Inez

The investment on the planet has been profitable, to say the least.

Deep within the caverns, bodies moved to and fro, some lumbering about in a rather swagger-like style, while others seemed to be more trained on a routine. Then there were the unlucky ones, the ones that were being pushed around like cattle, and cattle they were, cattle they were indeed. Men, women, children and aliens species of all sorts. They had been snatched, subjugated and put to the block. It was a filthy business.

You see, there was a killer profit to be made on the back ends of markets. Where holonets couldn't even reach. Not without a skilled hand, not without a slicer. But, these were the dealings that every planet in the galaxy turned their backs to. That was their role in this. Just as it was his to sell off his cargo for further profit. Because there was none better than Captain Scour and his Ten Thousand Fists.

Psychotic freaks.

" Are we on schedule?" The captain quipped and feigned a joyful smile at the poor morsels that were passing by. The expression looked more like a scowl. Scours question lingered in the air unanswered. His presence eliciting a bow from one of the many "clerks" that had been stationed within. Their fingers combing through information via datapad. Nervously before waving more down more down another clerk for aid.
 

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