The Sacred Garden - GA T2 Dom of Seltos and Lohopa II

[Zark San Tekka]

OOC Thread​

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Snake in the Garden - Seltos

A sparsely populated world of only 4 million in the Mulgard sector of the Mid Rim, Seltos was originally colonized with logging as the basis of its economy. Now its primary industries include agriculture, lumber production, and mining of valuable ores. But the true precious resource of the forest world are its sprawling nature preserves. The natives only occupying a small percentage of the planet's continents, much of the land remains wild and untamed, and it has become something of a cultural tradition for the inhabitants to keep it that way. The world's capital, Sommin City, is home to the largest surviving population of Tarro in the galaxy, their community numbering seven total. The majority of the population consists of humans, of both Corellian and Kuarian descent. Popular locations include Freedom Hall (planetary government headquarters) and the Star Hotel.

Objective A - The Rot: A small, tranquil world and inheritor of the Corellian tradition to work with and not against nature, it has been long since Seltos has known war or conflict of any kind. Over the past few months, all of this has suddenly begun to change for the natives of the garden planet. A mysterious disease rampantly plagues both animals and plant life of all kinds. Many develop sickly sores and growths, signifying the corruption has grown too thick and they are poisonous to eat. More naturally predatory animals, and those most deeply afflicted, have grown violent towards sentients and even begun roaming the edges of towns and cities and attacking the populace.

Convinced that the strange affliction must be supernatural in nature and at a loss for any other way to solve the problem, the planetary government has sent out a general distress transmission calling for any Jedi or Force Users of good conscience who believe they might be able to lend a hand.

Not ones to ignore a plea for help so close to their borders, the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances has dispatched a task force of New Jedi Order Justicars to watch over a delegation of Jedi Service Corps volunteers who believe they may help. Yet when they arrive on Seltos, they may find they are not the only ones who have answered the call, for the Seltos system is not so far away from Monastery, the homeworld of the Order of the Sacred Lotus ([member="Bethany Kismet"]).

Objective B - A Temple Raised: Grateful for such benevolent assistance and mindful of how little their world has in terms of material wealth to offer in return, the planetary government has granted a standing offer to any Orders that may send aid land rights and manpower to build a Temple in either Sommin City or upon one of the many breathtaking nature preserves Seltos has to offer. All that is left is to decide what type of Temple should be built, and how many. Not having a native Force sect of their own, there will have to be Jedi on the ground to direct the world's natives in the humble requirements of their Order.

Tunnel Snakes Rule - Lohopa II

A mining colony along the Harrin Trade Corridor in the Expansion region, Lohopa's primary exports are metals, minerals, and high technology. Recently, the once proudly independent world has experienced something of a large scale crime problem, and has reached out to the Galactic Alliance for help.

Objective A - We Are Tunnel Snakes: Once a peaceful little mining colony on the Harrin Trade Corridor, over the past several years Lohopa II has developed a serious problem among its people. Spice. The main supply and distribution nexus on the mining world is a swoop gang with a reputation for violence and terror known as the Tunnel Snakes. Known for their matching swoop jackets and slicked back haircuts, the gang has chapters all over the planet and has become something of a world wide menace.

Headquartered out of their bar in the colony's main settlement, the Viper Club, the narcos run their shipping and distribution operations more or less without fear of any interference from the corrupt local constabulary. At the request of the planet's largest mining consortium, the Galactic Alliance has elected to send in a mixed team of specialists from the Starfighter Corps, SpaceOps, and the Merchant Fleet on an undercover operation to scout out and if possible take down the Tunnel Snake leadership, the fate of Lohopa may very well depend on whether this crack team can make it through an entire evening without one bar fight.

Objective B - Stake Your Claim: Lohopa is a planet rich in metals and precious minerals. Many of the local mining and prospecting consortiums are profitable but ripe for takeover. With the real possibility of the planet's imminent membership within the Galactic Alliance, many corporations friendly to Federation interests have begun to turn an eager eye towards the untapped potential still just beneath the planet's surface.


And of course, as always for both planets, Objective BYO - Bring Your Own!

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Seltos System
Objective: (A) Snake in the Garden - Respond to General Distress Call
Allies: Galactic Alliance, New Jedi Order
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 1

When two Gods wait on the windowsill​

The wick of the world is burning, still​

But when one God in triumph shouts​

The candle of the world goes out​

- The Quartet for the Dusk of Man​

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Bridge, Citadel-class Star Carrier ANS Hereafter
Deep Space, Approaching Seltos
Mid Rim

The spacious, pristine deck of the freshly manufactured star carrier was abuzz with activity as the vertical behemoth lurched back into realspace and into the Seltos system. Only a few thousand meters longer than the previous vessel to bear her namesake, the older Belsar-class had been a fine ship but utilitarian in her design, prioritizing function over form. The new Citadel line sought a balance between aesthetics and practicality, a symbol of a shining new Alliance for what was supposed to be an age of peace, enlightenment, and enduring light. But the starship's captain, Commodore Zark Pulsar, had other things on his mind besides the novelty of his new command.

Other things, even, than the brewing conflict to the far west, a war with the First Order that was turning bloodier by the day. For now, there was a lull in the action, perhaps just a calm before a greater and more terrible storm, but in the meantime it presented the opportunity for recovery, regrowth, and with the distress call from Seltos that no known New Jedi Order affiliated ships were within closer range to respond to, a perfect chance for the newly christened Hereafter's shakedown cruise. At least, that was how the Alliance officer had sold the mission to High Command. Zark was sure the odd choice of assignment would turn some heads at FLEETCOM, but felt confident that the justifications he had provided were sufficient to disguise his true intentions.

For as deeply as the war with the First Order troubled him, there was a disturbance in the Force that worried the Jedi Knight far more. He could not be sure if these mysterious reports of a supernatural 'Rot' from the planet's native populace were truly related, or indeed founded in anything other than backwater superstition, but something about the message had called to him. He had learned a long time ago to trust the Force in such matters, for it had a habit of bringing certain things about whether one wanted it to or not. If there was even a chance helping these people could quiet the voices in the back of his head, whispers of a nameless, shapeless fear...then Zark would take it.

In just a little under an hour, the star carrier and mobile Alliance command and control center would be in shuttle range of the planet, and while the Defense Force would not deign to breach the sovereignty of Seltos' skies with such a warship without being first invited, soon after the first transports carrying the Hereafter's guests from the Jedi Service Corps and their Justicar guard would begin their journey to the capital, Sommin City. When they did, the Commodore intended to be among them.

"Commander Bashir," Zark called, bringing his newly promoted polar Mon Cal first officer to rapt attention, "You have the con."

 

[Asmus Janes]

Flight Officer [member="Adder"]
Flight Officer [member="Naomi Carolina"]
[member="Garven Antillies"]
[member="Laira Vereen"]
Rogue One/CO – Squadron Leader [member="Alyce Hawke"]
Rogue Two/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Ben Carlin"]
Rogue Four – Flight Officer [member="Dex Bastion"]
Rogue Five – Flight Officer [member="Cale Gunderson"]
Rogue Six – Vacant
Rogue Seven - Flight Officer [member="Devyn Lynton"]
Rogue Eight – ​Vacant
Rogue Nine – Vacant
Rogue Ten – Fight Officer [member="Arix Askrima"]
Rogue Eleven – Vacant
Rogue Twelve – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”[/spoiler]


Asmus drummed his fingers across the flight console. It was so dark that he couldn't even see his own hand. If he squinted he could almost imagine that he could see the engines of Rogue Six.

All the ships were anchored to the container and powered down. If all was going to play they were currently in hyperspace near Lohopa and flying right into a pirate trap. But this was an Alliance trap. One frieghter was carrying a container that would break apart to reveal a swarm of Alliance fighters. The second in the convoy would release a bundle of gravity mines to stop any chance of escape.

Asmus clicked on the comm. The faint red light seemed bright after being in the pitch dark for so long.

"Anyone else bored?"

 

[Craig Bowler]

Post 1
Location : Sullust System
Allies : The Galactic Alliance, The New Jedi Order


The defense fleet comprised of several ships, large and small, and it was located on the outside edge of Sullust air space. This, of course, was temporary and was only set up for the meeting which was sure to come. The recent broadcast about the Alliance finally giving assault and not letting the First Order do harm was unsettling to the crew... War was inevitable at this point. No one could do anything but sit idly waiting for their next order.

Craig had been called to the bridge. Probably to fix something... He approached the door. As it opened he noticed the sense of insanity in the room. The admiral of the ship was running back and forth between men shouting orders. He turned around as the door opened.

"Craig! You are finally here..."

"Yes, sir." Craig said nervously.

"Good! Good... Okay! We can begin." He stood firmly at the front of the bridge looking out at the massive fleet before them. "Craig... You need to leave the fleet and recon with Rogue Squadron."

"Seltos? May I ask why?"

"Well, you are tasked with helping the engineers with their mission..."

"What is their mission?"

"At the moment, that is not known to me, go and find out, wont you?"

"Yes,sir" Craig saluted and stepped out towards the hangar bay once more.

Why were they always sending me on these missions.

 

[Adder]

Wraith Squadron: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"]
Rogue Squadron: [member="Alyce Hawke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls” | [member="Ben Carlin"] | [member="Dex Bastion"] | [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Arix Askrima"] | [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

A slumped, snoring figure jerked to awareness, slamming her head into the low ceiling.

“Feth,” filtered through the comms, followed by a few curses in huttese.

Adder rubbed her head with a scowl as she rearranged her limbs in the seat. The cockpit still had that new smell, from the fake leather to the stone-cold caf in her cupholder.

“Yeah. Fell asleep,” she grunted after a second of readjustment. She wasn’t exactly a chicken spring anymore, and dogfights weren’t exactly kind on a human body. Even with the Nerve helm as an interface, she had to run at 120% every single second – that, or end up as a smoldering wreck in the nearest gravity well.

And it was a long, long way down.

She blinked her bleary eyes at the darkness, chasing away the last of her dreams with a sip of the icy beverage.

“Ugh. Shouldn’t we be there yet?”

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Hyperspace
Objective: Lohopa II - Pirate Trap
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Adder"], Rogue Squadron, Wraith Squadron
Post: 2


Flight Officer Arix Askrima sat silently the in the dark hole that was his X-Wing's cockpit, and waited.

It was a curious sensation, and not a particularly pleasant one, for the Type A personalities that were typically drawn towards the starfighter corps had a tendency to want to control everything around them all the time. Try as he might to suppress or balance out these traits with the teachings of the Jedi Academy on Sullust, they were an unavoidable aspect of who he was. The Padawan struggled to meditate through the uneasiness, the stars shining through a darkened canopy so brightly it made him all too aware just how little separated the pilot from the vacuum of space. Even with his life support suit, the Flight Officer would not survive long out there in the black...

"Anyone else bored?" the break in comm silence jarred Arix from his morbid thoughts. With his non-essential readouts powered down and the limited comms package of the X-Wing, Rogue Ten had to rely on memory and intuition to guess that the question had come from Wraith Leader. The two had worked together once before during a sting operation on a rogue Imperial arms deal, when Asmus Janes had still been a Rogue and he still a Wild Knight, but there had not been much time then for socializing.

Reticent to add the mechanical tenor of his own altered voice to most conversations, the Flight Officer simply clicked his comm once briefly in a sign of assent that was normally reserved for battle comms. Not long after, there was a loud clutter on the frequency and some particularly colorful Huttese language before a voice he was unfamiliar with voiced her assent. Running his visor's heads up on low power mode to avoid the possibility of giving them away (otherwise he'd probably be surfing the HoloNet right about now), the cyborg Jedi still possessed enough reserve power for an accurate countdown until hyperspace reversion. Glancing at the time, he had a feeling that sharing that particular piece of intel would earn him no thank yous from anyone.

"Any moment now, I'm sure," he lied, speaking up for the first time the entire trip, "Have faith."

 

[Ben Carlin]

Post 1
Allies: Rogue, Wraith Squadrons

He drummed his fingers on the dash... bored. He sighed and leaned back thinking about his days back when he just flew for the planet not some big organization such as the GA like he was now. He scratched his beard as it started to itch before he heard Asmus' voice crackle through the comms. "Anyone else bored?" He would chuckle and shake his head, everyone was bored but it was those who would speak up that would make this flight slightly interested.

"Bored? No Sir Bossman never bored. Always alert and on the prowl, like nighstalkers waiting to pounce. Oh but does boredom fall upon unlikely prey? I think so when it comes into the light of day. Soldiers never sleep, never tire, but boredom creeps as a stripper searching for a man to steal all his credits."

He would shake his head turning off his voice and laughing as he sat there in the cockpit waiting for this dang mission to start, it was taking too long, and he didn't like it but he had to do what he was ordered. He took out a picture from his window and stared at it... his brother.. who had died when he was little. He shook the thought out of his head as he put it back and sat there... waiting.

| [member="Adder"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Arix Askrima"] |

 

[Naomi Carolina]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Zark"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Adder"]

Even Grits was powered down, her faithful BB-8 unit.

Freckled-nose scrunched back a snort as Adder's voice trickled over the comms, the newest Wraith recruit. Adder didn't seem to believe the girl refugee from Barkesh was 18 either, but like Asmus, she kept her trap shut. Which was good, cause one day Naomi imagined Command would be calling her in. Hopefully by that time she'd make herself valuable enough that they wouldn't boot her hide out the door.

She could always argue that Choli Vyn was just a year older and second in command of the Rogues.

Maybe the sixteen-year old didn't need to lie about her age after all.

Short-legs squirmed in her seat. "Yeah. Missing the mines right about now." Kidding. Though the dark and enclosed space certainly reminded her of it. "Trying not to think about all that water I just drank, though."

Bad time to have to pee.

 

[Craig Bowler]

Post 2
Location : Hyperspace
Allies : The Galactic Alliance, The New Jedi Order, Rogue Squadron, Wraith Squadron
Enemies : Unknown
Objective : (A) Tunnel Snake Rules


Craig sat by himself in a small room occupied by a small bed. He looked around, his hands shaking. Today was real. Today felt real. He was to be helping Rogue Squadron. This was an accomplishment for someone so young like himself. He was not a pilot, but he guessed he was needed for his mechanical skills. He was brought up to speed on the objective. He was to make sure Rogue Squadrons ships were ready for action. He was not supposed to engage in any fighting, but if the moment presented himself, he could get his hands a little dirty.

Back on Tatooine spice was a big business in the black market. Craig himself almost got mixed up in it all... He knew it was a dangerous business. This mission wasn't to be taken lightly.

Craig flipped on the coms and found the Rogue Squadrons frequency. He listened to them speak. They sounded bored.

I guess that's something we can all agree on.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Lohopa II
Objective: Stake Your Claim
Post: 1

"So you see Master Raaf, mining of doonium has seen quite the marked increase since the incursion by the First Order at Mustafar," a mining administrator was explaining to Taeli. She had come to Lohopa II to negotiate a supply contract with some of the local mining companies for doonium and other necessary metals needed for her company. The holographic survey she was looking at was certainly impressive, showing several large veins of doonium being worked by the company.

"I would imagine most of this material is slated for..."

"Being sent to the Alliance and to other private companies, Master Raaf," came the reply. "We here at Voraci Mining do not desire to see the rise of another powerful authoritarian government. We lost a great deal of product to extortion from the One Sith... once the Pyre reduced its footprint."

"Ah, I am truly sorry to hear that," she answered. "Rest assured, I want to work out a mutually beneficial deal."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: A Temple Raised
Loation: Sullust -> Seltos
Allies: GA and friends
Post: 1/25

After several business trips under restrictive conditions, that is, that he couldn't spend more than 24 hours on any one planet other than Sullust, the last one on Myrkr, he was relieved that his next project would not involve financial products (unless one considered a temple a financial product but the local government did not consider such was the case). The Gungan reviewed the plans provided by the local authorities, which included a few conceptual images, even though he was no architect; he was simply there as a NJO liaison to get the temple built. A youngling or two was invited with him to help in the construction of the temple on Seltos, as agreed with the local government. They gave the NJO several options for land earmarks: one in Sommin City and one each in a number of preserves. Now that, along with construction crews and supplies, they were onboard a ship carrying supplies for a multi-million-credit temple, apparently similar in size to the temple on Yutan.

"Why are we even going to Seltos anyway?" a youngling asked, whom he recognized from an economics lesson.

"Wesa inviten to build another Jedi Temple. Theysa usen local architects dat wesa already paid. Wesa now use dat opportunity to train yousa in other things, like telekinesis"

"How are we to pay for the construction of the temple, master? Donations are not nearly enough and they only paid for the land in Sommin City"

"Yousa must not fret: disen temple considered a strategic asset so wesa can pay for issa out of war bonds"

 

[Craig Bowler]

Post 3
Location : Lahopa II
Allies : The Galactic Alliance, The New Jedi Order, Rogue Squadron, Wraith Squadron
Enemies : Unknown
Objective : (A) Tunnel Snake Rules


The ship flew out of hyperspace arriving at the rally point. Craig now had to await the arrival of his new team. Craig really felt the pressure now. He did not have a clue of what would happen. He knew that the crew was well trained and equipped for the mission, but was he? He had his doubts. He knew he could do his typical work, but if he had to use his blaster, that would be a different story. He was terrible at aiming. He needed improvement that's for sure... Craig looked at the floor feeling sick. He was ready, but he still was nervous. He wanted them to accept him.
Hopefully they will.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Objective A - The Rot:
1/27

"How curious." the rolling timbre of the Corellian Green Jedi went floating by as Rhen Qel-Droma stood along an open plain. Here, out in the wilds, he had been summoned to investigate the matter concerning disease of the local fauna and flora. While certainly not his specialty, the Corellian Jedi had a set of skills that could be useful. While his focus was on crystals, there were a few token methods that he could utilize with them to provide a measure of aid. And if not, at the very least, he could offer support in whatever manner that would be best.

For now, he would await the others. Some had been assigned, others were to come from the Order of the Sacred Lotus. In the meantime.. "Let's see what we have going on so far," He told himself, taking a step forward towards a small stream at the southern side of the plain.

Perhaps a closer look would give more details on this rot.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Spoiler

[member="Craig Bowler"]
Flight Officer [member="Adder"]
Flight Officer [member="Naomi Carolina"]
[member="Garven Antillies"]
[member="Laira Vereen"]
Rogue One/CO – Squadron Leader [member="Alyce Hawke"]
Rogue Two/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Ben Carlin"]
Rogue Four – Flight Officer [member="Dex Bastion"]
Rogue Five – Flight Officer [member="Cale Gunderson"]
Rogue Six – Vacant
Rogue Seven - Flight Officer [member="Devyn Lynton"]
Rogue Eight – ​Vacant
Rogue Nine – Vacant
Rogue Ten – Fight Officer [member="Arix Askrima"]
Rogue Eleven – Vacant
Rogue Twelve – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

"You heard the man. Have faith that any moment now some terrible people are going to violently drag us kicking and screaming out of hyperspace and try to murder us all," Asmus replied. "That's right boys and girls Life Day is coming early. And Naomi I even asked three times if you needed to go. Next time I'm going to make you have a try anyway."

Asmus was now reverting to the cheeky youth he had once been in Rogue Squadron. "Let's see what music I have..."

He felt his gut lurch as they were yanked through the barrier and back into realspace. It slightly irked him that Arix had been on the money.

"Stay dark everyone until they release us!" he shouted through comms. His left hand gripped the thrust control, his right hovered over the start-up sequence. His whole craft shook and he felt himself drop. Each wall of the container had several fighters anchored to it. His fell away and the darkness was replaced... with a different darkness. The pinpricks of distant stars didn't have the brightness to illuminate anything, but at least it was something to look at.

"All squadrons you are weapons free. Fighters in bound on these vectors..."

Asmus slapped the button and the lights started to come on.

"Here we go! Break into flights of four, diamond formation. Keep one in the pocket to sweep up."

 

[Adder]

Wraith Squadron: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"]
Rogue Squadron: [member="Alyce Hawke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls” | [member="Ben Carlin"] | [member="Dex Bastion"] | [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Arix Askrima"] | [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

All she managed to get in was a dry chuckle – then the transport lurched, violently, and they were out.

She closed her eyes, cracking her knuckles. With a gesture she pulled the Nerve helm close and clipped it to her vacsuit. A hiss, and she was completely sealed in, wired into the awakening machinery of her personalized sweetheart.

No time to wax poetic about the sweet piece of fighter she was sitting in, though. The container fell apart and revealed their reverse ambush.

Say hi.

Three Rogue and one Wraith flight – they were good.

With fresh caf and adrenaline running through her veins, Adder need only brush against the controls and…

The kick was amazing. It was brilliant. Euphoric.

Adder let out a cry of joy as the Phantom Limb streaked out of the confines of the metal box.

Freedom.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Seltos System, Seltos
Objective: (A) Snake in the Garden - Respond to General Distress Call
Allies: Galactic Alliance, New Jedi Order, [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"], [member="Zark"]
Post: 1

Hazel eyes drifted over the lush landscape. Opting to leave Darron back on Sulon to mend his wounded pride, over the Expedition 2, Gabe had purchased another dropship of the same model - aptly named the Expedition 3. There had been some claims about issues concerning disease with suspicion of something force related. His thoughts immediately moved towards darkside corruption.

The jars of honey rattled in the seat next to him, imbued with the healing properties of the Ankarres. Back behind his seat, a nuke of drone bees rattled and buzzed with anticipation. Working with the morodin and with a particular queen, he found method for construction of a particular drone. To take advantage of their ability to latch on to maiden queens, he requested that they remove genetic material instead of injecting it.

In that way, he could take advantage of his experience with the force and his laboratory experience, from another life, when he still hailed from the Adasca family. To discern the health of the ecosystem, he would look towards the pollinators for direction.

Hailing the local port, he provided his information and Marshal credentials before looking for a spot to settle in the forests near Sommin City.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: A Temple Raised
Loation: Seltos
Allies: GA and friends
Post: 2/25

So Seltos had some quarries of teal and purple marble? These are... uncommon varieties of stone, to say the least, the Gungan thought, while he reviewed the list of materials that were ordered for this project. War bonds or not, Ugohr knew that it pretty much amounted to a training camp for Jedi, who despite their symbolic importance to the Alliance's war effort, are just, in some people's minds, Force-using bounty hunters or Force-using commandos. That, even though it's the most commonly cited way as to how to make the best operational use of Jedi to the eyes of the Alliance's military planners, however tempting it is to downplay the importance of conventional forces. The Gungan, however, began to wonder how much stone will be on-site (even though there is no work begun yet, not even excavation) when he arrives. While Ugohr's ship has made reversion to realspace, it began making for the planet.

"Seltos is a rather destitute planet, and a Jedi temple that big requires a garrison, master" another youngling commented. "Wouldn't it detract from any front-line needs?"

"Mesa not an expert in military matters. Perhaps Marshal Voidstalker, or even Master Thuku, would be better fits to answer disen question"

"They would both say that each planet needs its own garrison while under GA protection, so for them, it would not be a stretch to base part of it at the Temple itself"

"We're almost on the ground" the pilot of the ship told its occupants.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Seltos System, Seltos
Objective: (A) Snake in the Garden - Respond to General Distress Call
Allies: Galactic Alliance, New Jedi Order, [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"], [member=Zark]
Post: 1

He could feel the attention of the creature. Jacen could also sense the corruption. The Justicar came to a halt. There was no point being stealthy now. The creature had picked up his scent some time ago and Jacen had been waiting for it to close on him. He turned to stand side on to the predator so that he could observe it in motion.

It wasn't low to the ground like many predators. It lowered its body on six long and slender limbs but its back still arched nearly six foot off the ground. Its fur rippled to mimic its surroundings. In other circumstances it would have been a splendid sight. But Jacen could see the dark, ruffled patches of its fur that were slick with ichor. This one had been roaming close to the nearest town. It had killed and left twelve people uneaten on the borders of the settlement.

Jacen unclipped the saber from his belt. The creature opened its maw. It spread apart like the petals of the flower and had four more inky black eyes on the inside of its mouth. That was disconcerting. It could keep its sight on the target as it closed its enormous mouth. Even with the Force at his side and his mental barriers standing strong he felt a little flutter of fear.

 

[Craig Bowler]

Post 4
Location : Lahopa II
Allies : The Galactic Alliance, The New Jedi Order, Rogue Squadron, Wraith Squadron
Enemies : Unknown
Objective : (A) Tunnel Snake Rules


Craig watched from the cockpit of his ship as fighter after fighter appeared out of hyperspace into real space. He looked around at the clumps of ships flying left to right.

Finally.

Craig sat steady and flew his A-wing out and joined ranks with the others. The A-wing was the only ship Craig knew he could sort of control without crashing. He commed to the rest of the squadron.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen... I am your new recruit!" Craig could not keep that sense of excitement out of his voice.

 

[Naomi Carolina]

[member="Adder"] [member="Asmus Janes"] - Wraith Squadron

"I like to stay hydrated!" She grumbled and stuck her tongue out in the dark at where her XO was, placed somewhere in the dark up front. Clamps shifted as did her stomach a bit in her gut. Legs squeezed a little tighter together as her fighter was released.

Control-panel lit-up and readouts glowed and flickered to life.

Grits beeped and booped in her headset behind her.

"No, we didn't talk about you. Tsk, tsk. Don't be so paranoid." There was a short, quick razzle. Naomi seriously began to wonder if they assigned her this BB-8 unit as some sort of newbie hazing. Fingers wrapped around the joystick as she eased into the formation with Asmus and Adder, hazels alert with a hint of mirth as she switched back over to the pilot's shared comms.

"Too slow bossman, I'm picking the song and don't care how many push-ups you make me do when we get back." Index finger hit play.

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