Junction The Price of Order | GE & THR | Corellia & Hosnian Prime

[Lily Decoria]

Objective: 2 - Protect the protestors
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Ally: Kuhbee
Opposition: Sid Berik | Lee Redmond

"We aren't here seeking any fights, understood Kuhbee? We want this protest of the new governor to go as peacefully as it can." Lily stated, a reminder for herself as well as the Padawan that was accompanying her for the mission.

Kor Vella was in a volatile position and Lily knew that the imperials were all too happy to use a heavy hand in dealing with those who protest and reject oppressive rule. It was something that had classically happened throughout history, something that continued to happen to this day. It was her duty to ensure that the people involved with this event were safe and that things were allowed to proceed without incident.

"So, we need to expect there to be imperial presence, likely in the form of stormtroopers. Keep an eye on them, make sure that they don't attack or get too aggressive with the protestors. There won't be much need to shift things from a peaceful protest into a so-called riot to then a massacre." Lily stated as she looked over to Kuhbee. Giving a small smile as she truly hoped that things would end up going smoothly.

Walking from the ship, Lily led the way through the streets of the city towards the crowd was suppose to be gathering to begin their protests. Lily bundled her hair into a ponytail, she was not hiding her presence as a Jedi, nor did she feel like she had to. In fact, dressing in civilian attire could end up causing more issues. She was simply here as a Jedi and aiming to protect those that she could within the galaxy.

 

[Aparitae Desyk]

THE IMPERIAL TREASURER
AGGADEEN IN THE GALACTIC EMPIRE vol. I
Issue #6 w/ Redak Boyd Aurelian Veruna Dominique Vexx ​

Aggadeen listened to the transmissions from Aurelian Veruna then Dominique Vexx , maintaining a firm expression on his rather weary face. Many a night had been spent awake on Coruscant planning the next expansion of the Imperial State along with the Ruling Council and dealing with the corporations who were expecting a large return on their investment.

Clearing his mind of such thoughts was the simple part, but paying attention to the Chancellor proved challenging, as she spoke with the cadence of a seasoned politician, filled with gentle phrases like misunderstanding, coexists, and stability. If she genuinely sought peace between them, the most effective approach would be to fully submit to the Galactic Emperor and accept imprisonment for heading an unrecognized government.

However, he was skeptical that the High Republic would agree to such an ultimatum, even if he considered it reasonable. The "Commander" comment was clearly a strategy aimed at compelling the Imperial Delegation to disclose their titles and roles, which would provide crucial information for any intelligence efforts.

There was no assurance that this discussion wasn't being documented for home consumption. He glanced briefly at Redak Boyd for any semblance of a reaction before turning his attention to the holocomm system. His light green uniform with full-rank showing clearly in the holographic transmissions.

"I regret to let you down, High Chancellor Vexx. You are likely accustomed to being addressed by lower-ranking individuals like Commanders in the Republic. Yet, you will soon realize that a member of the Imperial Ruling Council stands before you..." He spoke, his voice adopting a cool baritone that reasserted the authority she had attempted to undermine. Despite his earlier reluctance, the sooner she realized that a member of the Inner Circle was present on the flagship the better the terms would be when they eventually backed down from this confrontation.

"Let us put aside the pretense of misunderstandings, Chancellor. The Galactic Empire does not function on confusion. Our presence here is a matter of established sovereign right, as Corellia is an Imperial Planet, and the distress you mention is simply the result of a populace adjusting to the principles of Imperial Rule." He stepped closer to the projector, his shadow lengthening across the bridge floor. The gold accents on his Novatroopers armor shimmered behind him, a silent reminder of the steel backing his words.

"You mention an invitation. The Empire does not require invitations to secure its own territories, nor do we recognize the validity of requests made to foreign powers by local administrators who lack the standing to bypass the Ruling Council's decrees. As for your concerns regarding duress, the only threat to Corellian stability at this moment is the presence of a Republic fleet making aggressive maneuvers near an Imperial cordon."

He paused, letting the weight of the word aggressive hang in the vacuum between their ships.
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[Ayumi Pallopides]

Objective: 1
Tag: Elian Abrantes Dominique Vexx Aurelian Veruna Sibylla Abrantes
Imperial Tag: Redak Boyd Aparitae Desyk

She entered the bridge and saw a welcomed sight at least. Breathing out a breath she didn't know she was holding as she walked forward. Mostly finding a place there but off to the side to not be in the way so that she would be able to observe and give feedback or input if requested. Her mind was looking to take in as much as she could while Dominique was talking about the request from the government below... Then the message from Sibylla Abrantes came and she was having a few memories from when they faced an empire on Mimban... well the Republic... older Republic. This was going to be confusing but her bodyguard met a girlfriend out of it and it was the last time she really was asked to preform any force master duties.

She listened for a moment but spoke softly to not be overhead on the com channel. "If we need to escort, we have the transport I took from Denon. It can hold a large amount of people for evacuation and is low profile." She said it but was thinking more about how she had been hoping to not have major events happening when she first came back. 'I was looking forward to paperwork... hiring staff... finding some quaint eatery no one knows about.' She said it to herself as the man was speaking finally and he sounded like her father on Coruscant growing up. She resisted the urge to peak out and look to make sure it wasn't him for a moment but was keeping her voice quiet now. It was time to let them talk and act as support.

 

[Cynan Obaith]

Objective: 1
Outfit: Duster Jacket suit
Allies: Dominique Vexx | Aurelian Veruna | Elian Abrantes
Opposition: Aparitae Desyk | Redak Boyd

"Have you coordinated with the protestors on Kor Vella? If things turn dangerous and the imperial fist hits any harder there then people will need to be evacuated or smuggled off world." Cynan stated as his fingers twirled around one of the many rings on his fingers. Tensions were spiking with the Galactic Empire. He breathed in deeply attempting to quell the growing anxieties since trying to organise the support for these people who desired independence and liberty was a dangerous game to play.

"Yes milord, we have also contacted several small time smugglers who stated that they were happy to work with the suggested payments that you were offering as well." One of the trusted guards spoke quietly to Cynan as he made his way to where others were having their discussion with the Galactic Empire while both sides hovered over Corellia, making the whole idea of invasion being very much on the forefront of Cynan's mind.

He could fight but he was not a warrior ready for invasion scaled conflict.

"Good, head back and attempt to coordinate using our encryption to shift aid also towards Corellia. Things could turn just as sour here." Cynan stated, watching the guard nod his head to Cynan then move back down the hallway.

Entering, Cynan heard the speech being given by the imperial commander on how this was their planet by imperial rule and that any other statements were completely false and completely outrageous to suggest. Cynan sighed, "I don't suppose suggesting that we don't recognise imperial rule or saying that Corellia is ours by republican rule would go down well?" A small joke to whoever was standing next to him as he did not wish to speak too loudly to disturb the meeting nor allow the imperial to overhear him.

"Does sound like they are seeing what they want, claiming it is already theirs and ignoring the desires and wishes of the populace. No different to the situation on Kor Vella." Cynan mentioned, curious to see how their trusted leaders would respond to this developing situation.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Aurelian Veruna Dominique Vexx Elian Abrantes Ayumi Pallopides Aparitae Desyk

"Time is the fire in which we burn."

Master San Tekka sat in uneasy meditation aboard the bridge of a Starhawk that had seen better days. Entire decks were exposed to space like grisly scars of forgotten battles. She drifted in formation with the rest of the delegation from Hosnian Prime. He clutched a broken lightsaber in his hands and contemplated the cost of victory.

His second triumph on Atrisia tasted like ash in the Jedi's mouth. Now the Imperial shadow loomed over Corellia once more. Star destroyers cut daggers of purest black in the viewport's starfield. There were no more grand armies to march at his back. Republic officers did not heed his commands. Sometimes Zark questioned the will of the Force.

"Please send a transmission with my personal chaincode. Inform the King of Naboo that I am at his and the Chancellor's service."

The Empire might intercept his location but the survivors of his old order now walked a hidden path and San Tekka learned much about the way of shadow in the Edo Mountains. It was an old Jedi tradition to vanish like smoke during dark times only to rise again sometimes generations later just like ancient tales of the starbird reborn in novas with hearts of kyber.

All contact with the Green Jedi had been lost and that troubled him. Temples burned across the Core Worlds. Zark stared at the relic hilt in his hands and imagined the ways he might reforge it to focus his tired old mind. One of the fallen order's T6 shuttles was fueled up and ready to transport him wherever he might need to go.

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: Objective I - Diplomacy
Tags: Aparitae Desyk

Aurelian barely reacted to the Imperial councilor's answer on the open channel. The authority in the man's voice was practiced, heavy with certainty. Inner Circle. Of course it was. He felt the familiar itch between his shoulders, the urge to lean forward and cut back. Instead, he stayed still. Let Dominique Vexx handle the blade. He would watch the wound.

A chime pulsed at his console. Aurelian turned and caught the private transmission before it could draw attention. Sibylla Abrantes 's face flickered into being, strained, controlled. Riot. Governor confirmed. ISB everywhere. Possible extraction. By the time it ended, his jaw had set hard.

He waved Elian Abrantes closer and pulled the message onto a side display. "She's in Kor Vella," he said quietly. "It's turning fast." He met Elian's eyes. "Can you arrange transport if she needs it. Quiet. Fast. See if you can reach Senator Pryce too. If this goes wrong, I don't want her trapped planetside."

Aurelian exhaled through his nose and turned back toward the holoprojector. The Imperial councilor was still there, posture stiff, Novatroopers glinting behind him. All certainty, no doubt. Dangerous kind. He wondered how many planets that confidence had broken.

Ayumi Pallopides 's arrival drew his attention. Denon's new senator, already thinking in contingencies. When she mentioned her transport, Aurelian pivoted toward her. "Good timing," he said. "Coordinate with my Kingsguard. If we need lift from the surface, I want it ready before anyone admits we do."

The bridge filled quickly after that. Cynan Obaith 's voice drifted in with a dry comment about recognizing Imperial rule. Aurelian caught it and couldn't help the brief smile that tugged at his mouth. He masked it a moment later, glancing toward the holoprojector. The councilor would not enjoy jokes. He might even parade more troopers into view out of spite. Predictable.

Another alert blinked. A Jedi transmission, Zark San Tekka . That gave him pause. Aurelian read it once, then again, fingers tapping lightly against the console. Old orders, tired ghosts, but still useful when things burned.

He sent a reply.

They were on a knife's edge. This could turn violent without warning. He was sending someone down to prepare evacuations if needed. There were reports that Senator Pryce and the Corellian Confederation could use help as well as the scene turning in Kor Vella as well. He added, almost as an aside, that they could use three of him. Then left the choice where it belonged.

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[Sid Berik]

DEMOCRACY HAD IT'S CHANCE.
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ENEMY UNITS: CIVILIAN DEMONSTRATORS l Lily Decoria l Kuhbee
FRIENDLY UNITS: Lee Redmond

THEATER:

Corellia

FRIENDLY CV: UNKNOWN TERRAIN, SUSCEPTIBLE TO AMBUSHES, ROE, OVERWHELMING ENEMY FORCE
ENEMY TCV: COMMAND AND CONTROL VULNERABILITY, LACK OF TRAINING, LACK OF COHESION, LOGISTICS, LACK OF FIREPOWER, TACTICALLY INFERIOR
OBJECTIVE: RIOT CONTROL/ THREAT DETERMENT


The Corellians were discreetly hauled off, and any witnesses as well. Cameras destroyed. Data discs taken. Audio scrubbed. The works. The Stormtroopers put doors back, hauled off bodies, and covered up scorch marks. Casings from slugthrowers picked up. His communicator bleeped at him from his pocket. He held up his wrist, the encoded message instructing his troops for a new mission.

He turned to one of his Sergeants.


"мσυηт υρ."

He turned his head, watching the transports fly in, side-by-side. Rapid pickup for a rapid redeployment. As his troops shuttled in, Sid removed his helmet and gathered his Sergeants.

"The enemy has gathered for a demonstration and have cowardly used civilians as shields and as tools of their oppression. Our job is to deter any threat to the Empire and to the stabilization of this world. This place will have security, this place will have order, and this place will have the shadow of the Empire over it. Do not be needlessly aggressive, do not allow your troops to be baited into conflict, they are mostly unarmed civilians. However, if they determine that their lives are so worthless that they might try the might of the Empire-"

A pause, as he slid his helmet back on.

"ѕнσω ησ мєя¢у."

His troops shuttled out towards the demonstration.

---

The transports arrived over the crowd, a steady hum of engine roar and wash. The Stormtroopers fanned out, after identifying potential agitators in the crowd. The Jedi was notably targeted, spotted easily from the air. One transport was left patrolling the sky, hovering over the Stormtrooper positions.

Just as the Jedi predicted, the Imperial Elite, a mix of Deathtroopers, Stormtroopers and regular troops met the protestors approaching Imperial positions and counter-protestors. They were silent, well-disciplined and well-drilled. Sid stood behind his troops, watching to and fro from their line. Communications happened silently within sealed helmets, invoking a silence. But call-outs, positioning, ammo distribution, target identifiers- it all happened on a scale akin to a machine in a factory. Ruthless, precise, and without ceasing.

The Stormtroopers were here to establish order, and their presence alone was enough to deter threats to them. If any violence or aggression was to come, it was not from them. They simply stood, waited. Not a word uttered. Not an aggressive stance taken.

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[Dillon Kai'el]

Corellia, Objective II
Tags: Shade

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"I want to understand how you intend to move," she continued. "So that what happens next doesn't fracture into ten different directions at once."

"Well, I'll keep that simple then," Dillon stated. "I'm gonna go out to where the people are protesting and defend when the Empire opens fire. What happens after that will be left to the will of the Force."

And so it was that Dillon Kai'el stood up from his chair. He was saddened by the state of the Corellian worlds. Sacorria was his home, the place of his birth. It now lay on the other side of the Galactic Empire's iron curtain. His many thousand-years detached grandson, Jasper Kai'el , was aiding the Green Jedi. He could only wish that the winds were at their backs and that fortune favored their bravery. There was no time for him to dwell on that place now, though. He had work to do.

"Follow, if you will," he shrugged. "I am no general, so don't expect orders."

That life he left behind in the Mandalorian Wars. The true Mandalorian Wars, where Malachor V was ripped asunder. Never again would he lead an army into battle after that terrible day. The day that twisted his brother in arms into a monster. The day that had set into motion the near extinction of both of their bloodlines.

With his hand gently tucked into the pocket of his robes, the ancient Master departed from the office building and began to walk out into the streets.

 

[Shade]

Shade did not argue with him.

She had not expected him to issue commands, and she did not mistake his answer for indecision. It was, in its own way, precise. Direct action, taken where it mattered most, without the illusion of control over what followed. She respected that more than any layered plan that pretended chaos could be neatly contained.

As he stood and moved for the door, she rose as well, her motion unhurried and deliberate, falling into step just behind and to his side rather than directly at his back. Not a subordinate position. Not a challenge. Simply placement chosen with intent.

"Understood," she said calmly as they walked, her voice low enough not to carry beyond the space between them. "I am not here for direction. I am here to prevent unnecessary divergence."

The streets grew louder as they left the building, the distant roar of crowds bleeding into sharper sound with every block. Chants overlapped. Shouts rose and fell. The tension in the air was not subtle. It pressed against the senses like static, ready to snap.

Shade's gaze moved constantly as they walked, not in nervous sweeps but in measured assessments: alley mouths, rooftops, sightlines, the posture of those they passed. She cataloged without dramatizing it, the way she always did.

"You will act where the pressure breaks," she continued evenly, not as critique, but as acknowledgement. "I will act where it spreads."

She did not say protect. She did not say command. She framed it as a function, because that was the language she trusted.

"If the Empire opens fire," Shade added after a moment, "their objective will not be the crowd alone. It will be panic, fragmentation, and forced escalation."

Her eyes flicked briefly to him, not seeking approval, simply ensuring alignment.

"I will not interfere with your choices," she said. "But I will move to keep this from becoming ten different disasters instead of one."

They stepped fully into the noise then, the protest swelling around them, anger and fear coiling together in the open air. Shade adjusted her pace to match his without comment, accepting his lead in direction without mistaking it for authority.

He was not giving orders. She did not need them.

She followed because, in this moment, their paths pointed toward the same inevitable intersection, and Shade Tal'voss had learned long ago that standing alone in chaos was rarely the most effective choice.

Dillon Kai'el

 

[Elian Abrantes]

Aurelian Veruna Dominique Vexx Cynan Obaith Indirect: Sibylla Abrantes

​

Elian's expression tightened the moment Sibylla's image snapped into place on the holoprojector, grainy, flickering, but unmistakably her. A look of concern crossed his face before he could stop it, and he forced it down into something steadier. Watching her in Kor Vella, hearing riot and Imperial security deploying, made his throat go dry.

Aurelian's orders came quiet and sharp.

"Yes, Your Majesty," He cleared his throat quickly, and then he answered promptly.

No theatrics. or bravado. He promised and he meant it.

He pivoted to the side console, pulling up Corellia's city grids and the last known signal traces. He narrowed her position down in increments, district, block, building density, probable ingress routes. Interference clawed at the feed, but he kept at it, cross-referencing civilian traffic, security surges, and comm dead zones until the picture sharpened into something actionable.

Two access points. One from the sky. One from the ground.

He began making preparations immediately, minimal personnel. A ground shuttle went to standby in a low-visibility corridor: close enough to move fast, far enough not to be caught in the first net. A small extraction team, lean, quiet, was tasked for direct retrieval of Sibylla and anyone she deemed necessary.

Then as a secondary measure, just in case.

An aerial pickup, ready to lift the instant she gave the word, no hovering, no circling, no second chances. In and out like a knife. Just in case the first method had failed. Elian was not going to take any chances.

His hands didn't shake, but his voice did, just enough to betray what he was trying to bury. He was worried. There was no denying it. Still he spoke his words, they were on point, but they could be heard with fear and inexperience. Yet there were years that he spent keying on Cassian and Sibylla, what they did, their work. He was still a very green individual when it came to such things. Today had proved it...

He cut the line, then immediately switched to an encrypted comm band. He keyed in the sequence, pulse loud in his ears.

"Senator Dracken Pryce," Elian said into the encryption, keeping his tone as respectful as possible. Dracken Pryce . "This is Elian Abrantes, Naboo delegation. If you can hear this, respond with a single confirm. We have urgent need to coordinate safe movement in Kor Vella."

He paused, listening to the crackle of interference, to the empty space where an answer should have been.

Come on, he thought, refusing to let it show.

And he waited, silent now, all the slickness gone, eyes locked on the holomap as if staring hard enough could keep Sibylla safe until the line finally spoke back.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Objective: 1
Tag: Elian Abrantes Dominique Vexx Aurelian Veruna Sibylla Abrantes
Imperial Tag: Redak Boyd Aparitae Desyk

She listened to Aurelian and gave a small nod of her head as her eyes were tracking for the one she was supposed to coordinate with. She found him and moved back and around to not draw attention to herself. He was sending another message and she mostly motioned with a hand to get his attention as she spoke with a lower voice. "I have my Military Transport from Denon for use. It has a lot of space for evacuation and speed but I don't think it will get more then one run." She said it quickly enough he could hear it, close enough to not be loud but not invasive to space. Her eyes flicking to the screen as whomever was on the other side he was waiting much more for but she didn't offer verbal reassuring platitudes that would likely be worthless. Just that silent acknowledgement he was leading with the plan... she could just offer extra support.

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Location : Kor Vella |
Interacting with: Remowa
Nearby somewhere: Cassian Abrantes
Items: x x x x x
NPCs: Lady Marthis Deyn said, Corellian noble, Council Member Ralo Venn, Director Calon Prex, the Civic administrator of Kor Vella

Sibylla felt the cold drop in her stomach.

She had sworn the broadcast was encrypted -- but encrypted or not, a signal was still a signal. And in a city the Empire controlled, nothing truly vanished.

That mistake was already made.

What mattered now was not how they had heard her.

It was what came next.

So Sibylla did what she did best. She did not step back when the recording faded nor did not raise her voice when the word execution settled over the room in alarm even as her pulse fluttered high in her throat. She did her best to hold herself still, shoulders squared, chin level. If fear showed, she did not permit it to rule her.

"So we should be precise," Sibylla began evenly and honestly, because as a politician she knew that it was best to stick to as close to the truth as possible, "I am here as a diplomatic envoy."

Her gaze lifted to meet Remowa's without flinching.

"I have made no contact with Diktat Pryce," she continued, which she personally hadn't, he had reached out to her via an encrypted recording. "I informed my government of deteriorating conditions on the ground as explained by my counterparts here. That is not treason. It is transparency."

She gave a subtle inhale then quietly released it.

"You say the Empire controls Cornet City and its transceivers," Sibylla went on, "Then I must ask...what is the Empire's objective here? Stabilization? Or deterrence through fear?"

The quiet murmurs rippled around her through the room. She felt the tension spike and heard the nervous shifts behind her, but she did not turn. If she showed fear now, it would belong to her forever.

"If communication itself is now a capital offense," she added quietly, "then escalation is inevitable...and escalation will not serve Corellia... or the Empire."

She brought her hands forward to fold them neatly in front of her, trying her best to keep her diplomatic pose intact even as her heart hammered.

"I am here to prevent escalation," Sibylla said. "If that goal is unacceptable, then say so openly, but do not confuse interactive dialogue with guilt."

 

[Remowa]

Noble and the Chiss
The Chiss Woman vol. 1 |:| Issue #1: Noble Discussions w/ Sibylla Abrantes ​

Remowa didn't look up.

Instead she drew a small fine-edged ceramic file from a hidden compartment on her belt. With agonizing slowness, she began to polish the sharp tapered tip of her index finger's armored plating. The rasping sound, metal on ceramic cut through Sibylla Abrantes measured words like a dull saw. It was a dismissive scratching that signaled exactly how little the Envoy's words moved her.

"Frankly I didn't ask...." the Chiss whispered, her voice resonating like a low hum that seemed to emanate from the floor rather than her throat. She exhaled a tiny cloud of dust from her claw, observing it as it floated into the illumination of the holo projectors that filled the room.

"You converse with the language of someone who thinks our tiny universe is centered around diplomacy rather than unchecked violence. What has diplomacy achieved for Csilla? Still blown to smithereens and my people scattered like leaves in the wind."

She finally turned her gaze, albeit only halfway, to meet Sibylla's eyes through the veil of her dark lashes. The ember-like glow of her eyes was partially obscured, revealing a bored and somewhat vacant expression.

"Though perhaps I can humor you for the moment," she continued, her tone flattening. "What leads you to believe the Galactic Empire has any interest in easing tensions, given its past? Surely you don't think a government born from rebellion against the stagnant Galactic Alliance would allow others to follow suit. Corellia with its history could easily rise again. And Diktat Pryce could lead them. I'm certain you understand why engaging with him at all is viewed as treasonous by the Imperial State."

Remowa reclined in her chair, the heavy plates of her armor clinking softly. Her eyes swept over the woman from head to toe, the appraisal cold and detached as one might study a stubborn stain on a carpet, something to be dealt with eventually, but hardly worthy of immediate attention.
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[Aiden Porte]

Kor Vella
Feng Huang Wuxia Wukong​

Aiden kept them moving.

Shiraya's Hope guided civilians off the main avenues and into the shelter of transit tunnels, shuttered clinics, and service corridors that still smelled faintly of oil and rainwater. They worked in quiet bursts: lift, carry, cover, reassure. Aiden used the Force sparingly, steadying a trembling woman's legs, easing a crushed shoulder long enough to splint it, dulling pain so panic did not turn into stampede.

At the mouth of a plaza, stormtroopers held a hard line, rifles angled low but ready. Their silence was deliberate. Not protection. Display.

"Intimidation," Aiden murmured, more to himself than anyone. He turned to his team, voice firm and controlled. "Remember the rule. We do not fire, and we do not engage unless they fire on us. Even then, you take great care."

A nearby civilian shouted at the troopers, rage cracking through fear. Another grabbed his sleeve, begging him to stop. Aiden stepped between them, palm raised.

"Not here," he said quietly. "Not like this. Come with us."

The man's eyes searched Aiden's face, then dropped to the calm in his posture. The anger did not vanish, but it loosened its grip. He backed away, breathing hard, and followed. Overhead, the fleets remained visible through smoke and broken light, hanging like judgment. The Force tasted of desperation. an hour balanced on a blade's edge. Aiden led them onward, pulling people out of the crush and into care, while the Empire stood fast and waited for an excuse. He would not give them one.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

BYOO
Jasper Kai'el
​

A somber smile touched the old Corellian's lips at the sight of Jasper. He'd heard rumors he had disappeared. During the last days the Alliance he'd had enough on his plate than to worry about the Jedi's inner squabbles- He'd trusted that the Force would guide them to where they needed to be. So it seemed, the Force had decided this was where they would meet again.

"Jasper!" He said, then his smile turned sour. "I wish we were seeing each other during better times." His eyes traced the rocket launcher and then eyed the statue. It was of a Green Jedi of the Halcyon family, though he didn't know which one. He looked to the Jedi Temple Guardsmen. "That will leave our men outside without a route to catch back up with us."

One of the temple guard stepped forward. "We knew the risks when we donned the mask and mantle. Go. We will try to support the men you leave behind."

Dracken clapped a hand on the man's shoulder. "May the Force be with you."

"And with you." The Jedi said back. "Now go!"

Then Dracken nodded to Jasper and dashed through the doors as old Alliance walkers meant for urban combat and another Colossus droid stomped down the street. There was a fire raging across the street and civilians had gotten involved in the riot chanting in Old Corellian. An Alliance security droid kicked a durasteel barricade into the crowd. An instant before it crashed through the crowd of civilians watching, one of the Green Jedi stopped it in its tracks with the Force and threw it back into the Imperials and Corellian Security Forces.

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[Wuxia Wukong]

Aiden Porte​

Wu took a deep breath as he stepped up beside the Knight Aiden. It was ironic and humbling. Wu considered himself a student of the force, rarely bothering with regarding himself as Master except as a habit. Still Wu often tried to remind himself a master was just a student who knew how much he had yet to learn. Yet Wu was learning now from a Knight, someone who Wu thought with amusement was supposedly below his level of knowledge and skill.

It wasn't an extravagant use of the Force Wu was learning, rather the opposite. Knight Aidens conservation of energy was inspired. He used the Force to help others like a conductor adjusting his orchestra of charges, a flick of energy here, a firm pressure there and he helped many on their path towards safety.

Wu might have done something similar only he would have attended to each individual personally, wasting precious time and energy to ensure one person's health in a sea of those in need of aid. Perhaps that was correct while healing as if in surgery, but in a mass event it was dangerous.

Wu was pleased in a bittersweet fashion that he could still learn even when times were at their darkest. It demonstrated that even in the worst of life there could be growth. Even for himself. Wu reflected on this even as he demonstrated the example before him. He calmed someone having a panic attack, sent a thrashing woman to sleep long enough for the medics to bind her arteries, mind tricked a rather rude bor yelling at people to get out of his way to proceed calmly.

Little adjustments that meant the flow of the crowd flowed just that much easier. Wu could already see the effect working. Wu struggled to impart the lesson to his padawan.

"Feng. When repairing a fuel line, must one replace the engine?" Wu asked in a moment of inspiration.​

 

[Feng Huang]

Aiden Porte​

Feng couldn't do the light touches her Master and Aiden were doing. She felt them. The flickers of the force, just on the edge of her senses. She felt frustrated. She wanted an enemy she could fight. An enemy she could face. Every instinct in her was to go into battle, to fight, to win. Even as she felt it she was aware of the tip of the scales. Of where that could lead. To assume yourself righteous in violence was to assume tyranny. Not only of other people, but of herself. It was to cast aside everything she believed in. Yet the temptation was strong.

These people were suffering. She knew who was causing it and could do nothing. Not yet anyway. So here she was half wishing for battle. A small petty part of her soul was saying that at least that would be open, honest, straightforward.

It was dangerously close to blood lust. Not quite Sith yet, perhaps closer to Mandalorian in nature. Feng used to admire Mandalorians as a child. Some children dreamed of being Jedi Knights, Feng did that too, but the honour of battle, some part of that appealed to Feng's natural instinct.

Instead here she was doing her best to see people to safety. Which mostly consisted of quick examinations in case of injury, or maybe even breaking up a fight or helping someone up. It was important work. She knew that. She did. Without it there would be chaos a mass panicked stampeded in which people would die, the front line clinics and hospitals would be overrun, and the refugee ships would be impressed with bodies suffocating packed so tight.

Feng reminded herself of this. Even as she wanted a fight.

Feng was brought out of her spiraling thoughts. All a disguise for her grief at the suffering of the people before her.

Frowning Feng struggled to see her Master's point.

"No? That's a waste of parts." Feng frowned. Master Wu waited patiently. Feng grew frustrated. A lesson? Now? A cryptic one?

Feng sighed.

"I shall think on it." Feng promised.

"Masters?" Feng addressed Master Wu and Knight Aiden both.

"Shouldn't we… do something?"​

 

[Dominique Vexx]

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Dominique stood tall with a smile on her lips while the Imperial regiment responded to her amicable broadcast. Around her, dutiful members of the Republic went about facilitating movements within the fleet and coordinating responses regarding activity on the ground. It truly was a blessing to be surrounded by some many intelligence and capable people. After all, in times like this it was important not to blink.

"Councilor, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Our first interaction. Hopefully not our last. Perhaps if your initial broadcast had announced the authority with which the Empire sought to establish its foothold it might have avoided the earlier confusion." Yes, the word 'confusion' was intentional. "As I am unaccustomed to taking the word of a nameless, rankless individual who claims authority I have no means to validate."

"Naturally, the Republic has no interest in refuting the Empire's belief in its Sovereign Rights, nor a desire to dictate how you run your worlds. That all being true, as the populace is adjusting to Imperial Rule it sounds as though Corellia being an Imperial world requires validation, Councilor. I mean no disrespect, but as I have not had the pleasure of speaking with the ruling body of the world below to validate your statements, I cannot in good conscience recognize your claim at this time. I believe, were our positions reversed, you would want to do the same."

"If Corellia is resolved to have joined the Empire, however, I expect that Republic citizens would be allowed to leave freely despite the cordon. This would work to ensure that our two fleets -- so near in proximity to one another -- do not need to occupy the same orbit; and in so parting avoid the potential for 'aggressive maneuvers' and 'misinterpretations.'"

A smile returned to her lips, and her voice remain energetic and in good spirit. All the while, the Director turned Chancellor mentally prepared herself should her counterpart decide peace was not an option. Negotiations were always preferable. Deals could turn even a certain loss into a win. But if they thought her merely a spineless creature of politics then they didn't understand what 'politics' meant in Denonese.

Aparitae Desyk | Redak Boyd
Aurelian Veruna | Ayumi Pallopides | Cynan Obaith | Zark San Tekka | Elian Abrantes​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Corellia, BYOO
Tags: Dracken Pryce

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Order of Outcasts
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"Jasper!" He said, then his smile turned sour. "I wish we were seeing each other during better times."

"I think we'd all like that, Diktat," Jasper remarked. "I was in the system when we lost Sacorria. Figured I owed Corellia one last service, while I was in range to offer my aid."

"That will leave our men outside without a route to catch back up with us."

One of the temple guard stepped forward. "We knew the risks when we donned the mask and mantle. Go. We will try to support the men you leave behind."

"Understood," the Jedi Master remarked with a solemn nod. "Give them hell. I give my word that your people and your archives will be taken to safety."

Jasper did not do what followed with any joy in his heart. He hoped that, somewhere, the spirit of the hero would understand what had to be done. It was a final service to their homeland and their people from beyond the grave, an action that would save the lives of the next generation. The Jedi Master dropped down onto one knee and raised the rocket launcher. He took aim at base of the statue, the side facing away from the Saber the most. When the trigger pulled time seemed to crawl. It was like he was watching it all happen in slow motion, able to understand with clarity as it occurred what he had done. The projectile ripped through the statue's base and exploded somewhere within, the mechanism in the nose reacting to the force of coming into contact with the stone. Debris were scattered in all directions by the blast, and the statue tumbled forward in the direction of the void space in its structure. When the old hero hit the stairs the ground shook, a cloud of dust briefly taking to the sky before being smothered by the rain.

"Force watch us all," he muttered.

The Jedi Master stood, cast aside the rocket launcher, then turned to follow the Diktat into the Saber.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Field Apparel | Lightsaber & K-16 Bryar Pistol | Echo Stone
Cerys Dyn | Open

Amidst the chaos of the city streets, the angered shouts and clash of arms and rioting, a small republican troop transport descended upon the city limits. Balun Dashiell, alongside Task-Force Rebel Dawn, quickly dismounted and moved across their makeshift landing zone, a private courtyard that perhaps once looked the epitome of well-financed decor, now ransacked and otherwise lifeless.

The squad was led by Captain La'das Beiran and consisted of four other specialised and true-blooded soldiers. Second in line behind the Captain was LT. Ewan Whitley, carrying a light repeating blaster in both hands and moving to the corner of the brick perimeter, a wall lining the edge of the property. SGT. Reuben Fletcher took up a position behind the Lieutenant, while the Captain overwatched the squad move, covering Privates Isabella Johnson and Oscar Buckley as they accompanied their Jedi friend to the line.

"You steady on this?" the Captain called to Balun as the three joined them behind cover, the transport's repulsors firing, lifting off to return to the High Republic fleet and await comms for EVAC; "There hasn't been any more word. Could be just another ghost hunt. Who knows how many they've rounded up since the fighting began, there's no telling if they pegged your gal among them" he cautioned, seeking confirmation that the Jedi wasn't having any second thoughts about what they were walking into.

"Intel mentioned an Oathwarden, Cap. Even if it's not Cerys, it's a lead to go on. If they have one, there might be others," Balun answered while double-checking his blaster, ensuring the sidearm was primed and ready to go. "Besides, I'll be going this alone. I want you and your squad to reinforce our side where you can. I get the feeling the fighting's only going to get worse, and there's still civilians at the front and centre of this chit-show".

La'das Beiran gave the Jedi a displeased glance, yet he had seen what Balun and his type could do. The kid was younger than Beiran and not as experienced by comparison, yet they had fought together across several battlefronts, and he had since made a habit of not underestimating the Jedi. Even so, he would have felt more encouraged if Balun had allowed Fletcher to back him up.

"You're the boss" The captain resigned before turning back to reach for Lieutenant Whitley, giving him a tap and then signalling for the squad to begin moving to their next position across the outside street. "Call on us if it goes south and watch your ass out there, Dashiell", Beiran concluded before pushing off.

Rebel Dawn was a capable team, their tactics in combat earning Balun's quick respect. They set off to the west, whereas he looked due north with every intention of heading dead centre into Kor Vella. The intelligence he had mentioned had been little to go on, a needle in a stack of needles, but moments before an engagement with Imperial Troops, someone on the frontline had overhead rumor of the Imps incarcerating the locals, among them an Oathwarden. It wasn't a title that was easily earned, let alone something you forgot. It wasn't enough to get a sanctioned mission, and so Balun had reached out to Beiran for the assist.

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​