The Silver Jedi Come (Dominion of Malachor V + Sith Order Rebellion)

[Matsu Ike]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8FnpuaJ-gw&list=PLA228954A2C297B44&index=3​

This had been a long time in the making, small prep here and there but Matsu had been waiting, with the thought imposing through of the sith at Ruusan they needed to be safe and protect themselves with a bulwark which had worked there had been less then anything after Ruusan which to the jedi master as she was bringing in and towards the Caldera ships to work and assemble defensive stations. Monitoring stations, the mapping relays that had been deployed from the seeder ships for mapping the systems that way the saratai's could travel around the galaxy and establish early colonies. She had opted to play the long game and slowly establish what they could instead of just jumping at the worlds without a plan.

"Master Ike we have arrived." The voie was there with her as some of the soldiers wearing the new and upgraded guard armor stood at the ready. Prepared for danger but hopefully not expecting it as the messages they had received from Arya boded well for them at the temple on Malachor V, they had been on Ziost previously and befriend while helping the people that were there as well. WIth Iella and Rasu, Aika and Sochi the Order of the Silver jedi had spread out to try and help the people the the wake of the sith empires collapse and now there was inklings, stirrings and things shifting towards an all new beginning and hopefully with the other jedi like [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] leading them it would succeed.

Though she wouldn't be one to rest when there was a chance that worlds this close tot he order could produce sith while the hardlight displays showed the worlds from the mappers and their systems. The map of the caldera she had bought from Jorus would come in handy working through here and setting up course works for everything they wanted to do. "Alright good, start with sending in the seeder ships to begin landing procedures, then move onto droids and establish a landing zone for the main ships. All of the people jedi will be able to move with ranger back up on the worlds and provide what information they can. We'll move in to assist Arya at the shadow temple on Malachor V."

There was more for them to do of course, she knew there was many of the jedi that were going around and in some cases this was an all hands on deck scenario for them to try and secure these worlds. They could start plugging up the gaps in the defenses of the areas of space and work on progressing with their own plans in many things. She was happy to work with some of the others on what would become some of their projects. She knew a number of jedi in the engineers and tech division had some ideas of what they wanted to do since she had revealed some of the new synthmesh robes that had been getting worked on for the various jedi classes and were exclusive for lightsiders.

"Understood master Ike, we'll begin sending out seeder ships to the worlds to establish footholds for advanced landing and scouting parties. Ranger deployments and resource station construction will be a secondary priority before we establish contact with the shadow temple and overseer." Matsu gave him a nod of her head as he went off and started it, the operation was on a larger scale then many others but it also served a very rich purpose. They were going into a section of space that was steeped in the darkside of the force. They needed to have their skills and their wits about them but also back it up with a fleet in orbit in case of unwanted guests and be prepared to draw others out and have them waste resources.

Objectives:

Spoiler

Malachor V:

Trayus Academy: The ancient academy was one of the few things to remain on the planet after it was restored in the darkness like the other worlds. When the jedi of the silver order first came they secured it along with ruins around the academy to train jedi shadows in how to resist and battle the darkside.

Silver Shadows Temple: Controlled by the Elder Fallanassi Arya that oversees the temple and most of the teams that were on the planet able to hide it from others that might come.

Jailhouse 41: Connected to the Shadows temple by a long tunnel and secured underground. The complex is fashioned after a ghost prison such as the spirit or the prism with one jedi master in charge and warden droids. In the event of breakouts the prison goes into lockdown sealing the prison from the inside so that they are unable to escape.


Elom

A'driannamieq Mountains: Diplomatic missions to meet the locals of the planet and bring them into the Sanctum. Solving problems for them, winning hearts and minds.

Lucian Cordel's Estate: The once Governor of Elom and a prominent sith lord with the lord empire. He built up his home like a fortress that can be used to help oversee the planet and have a generall foothold.


Thule


Sith Arts Academy: One fo the two sith academies to secure and work to make sure there isn't going to be knowledge getting out to the wrong sources. There is not much on Thule aside from temples and places of the sith and the darkside.

Sith Temple: A large temple and one of te two main ones to secure on the planet. The smaller ones can be controlled but the concentrated energy of the darkside here is a dangerous thing is used by the sith. Send in containment teams.



Zoist

Orbital Defense Command Center: The crashed defense station might be in ruins but there are stations we control that can replace it and monitor the system. Engineers and those wanting to construct can aid in the process.

Sith Citadel: A massive structure with value for the military and defense minded ranger's who can set up again in it for military purposes with a number of jedi and engineers.

New Adasta: The capital of the world built on a crag and large for the planet. Working with the locals to try and bring a new economy to it after the Primeval were there as well as restoring the city itself using new methods. Building contracts are in high demand and a chance to find things that might have been lost.


OnmiObjectives: Covering all planets within the system

Do your Own Thing: Have fun, explore the worlds, do development threads, explore tombs, participate in one of the small quests.

Field Testing: The jedi tech division is always working on new things that can be used in the field. Developing for jedi and Sanctum members equipment that they can use. From force locators for watchmen to new ration packs and equipment packs.

Defenses: Developing defenses for the systems and worlds that can act as early warning and battle ready stations that are constructed to repel invading forces that might be coming towards Voss and the other worlds.

Protectors: For those who want to become the Protectors of Planets that are able to defend it. Get together with a small group and establish yourself with the people to join the assembly representing the world.

Explore: The Caldera is large and there are many planets within it that are being mapped by the seeder ships. Go explore and establish a new frontier.

150 posts max wirh 38 per writer

 

[Lief]

PLANET: Elom
OBJECTIVE: Lucian Cordel's Estate: The once Governor of Elom and a prominent sith lord with the lord empire. He built up his home like a fortress that can be used to help oversee the planet and have a generall foothold
PERSONAL OBJECTIVE: Relive the Past. Redeem Oneself
TOTAL POSTS: 1/38
PERSONAL POSTS: 1/38

ALLIES: None, for now
ENEMIES: Her Past

Elom.

How long had it been since the Lady in White had stepped foot on this disgustingly barren world?

She had been just a child, the first and only time it had occurred, malnourished, dehydrated, having just escaped The Obscurity and the cold grasp of her then-Master Vazela.

A couple of steps took her from the dropship and out toward the vast estate which sprawled before her. Was it not here that she had fallen after an arduous journey on foot from the middle of nowhere? Here that a man had found it within himself to carry her inside and watch over her for hours, days, until she came to? Who forced her to rest, forced her to eat up and gather her strength...

Kära closed her eyes and lowered one hand down over her stomach. Elom held no dangers to her now. Lord Cordel had died some time ago, Mysa had informed her in secrecy, the target of an assassination attempt. A successful one at that. This estate hadn't been used since the fall of the Empire, however. Lucien had moved his operations to Skye and the Fringe.

But the shell of an estate before her most definitely was not empty. Not to her eyes, at least.

She hadn't even realized that her feet were moving and carrying her up the front steps until the air seemed to shift as she stepped into the foyer. Her breath caught in her throat. She did not see the dust or the disrepair, she did not see the empty spaces where once vast sofas and tables and other such furniture sat... Instead she saw a living, breathing, working House.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she took a moment to steady her thoughts. Everything seemed distorted in her minds eye, and she realized after a couple of moments of aimless staring that it was because her perception of the room had changed. No more was she a six year old child. Quite the contrary... She was a woman grown, with children of her own. Yet in this place, in this hall, she felt as small as the day Lucien Cordel had carried her in from the cold.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, Dromund System
Objective: Explore the Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Currently none

[1/38]

Gir stood in the Shadow Runner's octagonal CIC, watching the mostly idle bridge crew monitor traffic around the gaseous orb of Dromund Kalakar and its orbiting moons. He glanced at the gunnery chief's monitor, noting that the sullustan had taken to idly playing a battle simulation game with the ship's weaponry. They're probably as bored as I am waiting for these people. The blonde man tapped a button on his console, which nominally was slated for the ship's second in command. The flatscreen of the bio-computer began to pull up an image of what appeared to be a modernized version of a VX-9 Mailoc bearing the insignia of a white hand set in front of a crescent moon. He tapped another button, causing the footage to play. The gunship swooped in to strafe a rectangular cargo ship with laser and railgun fire. Gir could see gouts of flame erupt from across the vessel before they rose up to engulf the camera's field of vision. Mere seconds later, the screen turned to indecipherable static.

"You're not going to learn anything new from looking at that."

Gir swiveled around his chair to face Jens Jace, a raven-haired woman that Gir guessed was several years his senior. When did she get here? He managed to conceal most of his displeasure at her presence.

"You never know," said Gir, "another clue to the attackers might present itself if we're careful enough."

She brushed a strand of her dark hair so that it fell behind her pale ears, "My husband is good at what he does, and he knows the right people to talk to when he can't find an answer..."

I wonder if he really does. Gir briefly considered making a curt reply about the fate of their previous ship, but he just as quickly decided against it. She's already been through enough simply by being on that ship...it's probably a miracle that she survived, especially given that the attackers destroyed most of the lifeboats...The man from Hast cleared his throat.

"How have Noa's inquiries gone?"

She shrugged as she leaned up against another's console, "He says that he's found several yards that make copies of the ship. But none of them claim to know the markings, or who the attacker might be."

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

LOCATION: Besides [member="Matsu Ike"]
OBJECTIVE: Undefined

ALLIES: Silver Jedi
ENEMIES: None currently

The little boy had finally left the temple, in what felt like months, with the condition to be beside the Master at all times. He approached his Master and with a smile said, "I forgot how beautifull space could be.". He had both of his lightsabers on his belt alongside with his Bracers, one made out of Phrik and one made out of durasteel with his Ranger's gear. He knew not much about this system, just that it appeared to have been ruled by Sith. "Is it possible to find Sith in Caldera?", asked to both to himself and to Matsu.

The little Padawan had never fought Sith, but there's always somewhere to start. He could imagine the battles he would be have to fight, lightsaber in hand, making contact with another weapon, brave he could see himself, but a bit fearfull he was also. He grabbed on tight to the upper part of his robe, trying to eliminate that fear. He hadn't fought in a long time and was out of practice, but he couldn't be a liability, he had to prove himself, that he could hold his ground agaisnt an opposer, be it Sith, or anyone else.

Undin grabbed one of his sabers, the bigger one and gave it a close examination. A hilt with a switch and some scratches, and dust, probably from being in the drawer all day. He put it back on his belt and did the same to the other one. This one had a button, more scratches, but didn't bring any dust, since Undin made sure to clean the relic every day.

Excitement took place making company to both the fear and bravery, this was going to be his first official Jedi mission. What normally happened in said Jedi missions he knew not, just that it would be rather uncommon.

 

[Rozalyne Kurganova]

Location: Ziost, Ziost System
Objective: Establish trade and survey Sith ruins. Development of Berkut commandos.
Allies: SSC, Directorate
Enemies: N/A
1/38

Ships of the FSC had deployed with the Silver fleet into the Ziost system. While Rose's mission was one of trade and diplomacy, she had arrived with a sizeable force of her own to assist the SSC with security efforts and rebuilding infrastructure. The group dispersed throughout the system in a series of micro-jumps, leaving only a few ships above Ziost itself.

After being granted clearance, shuttles and freighters descended upon the planet, most heading for either the ruins of the Citadel or the Command Center. Aboard the shuttles was a large contingent of engineering teams ready to assess the state of the former Sith strongholds in the preliminary stages of reconstruction.

Among the military and merchants vessels was a single Nubian yacht destined for New Adasta. The silvery craft landed at a port at the heart of the city, a small delegation of local representatives awaiting the arrival of the Ambassador at the edge of their designated landing pad. A short procession exited the landed ramp, a squad of armored Berkut in the lead. The heavy steps of the soldiers produced loud clanks against the hard surface of the landing pad as they filed out of the ship and formed columns along both sides of the ramp. Last to exit was Rose herself with a few other delegates of the FSC. Once she cleared the lines of her guards, a few Berkut broke off to follow her and her colleagues at their rear.

The Princess maintained a solemn expression during her approach to the Ziostians, but her face would light up with a small smile as she exchanged greetings.

"Minister Delphin" she announced as she shook hands with the portly Rothian. "Thank you for meeting with us today. Your personal appearance is greatly appreciated."

"The honor is mine, Ambassador. I look forward to finally cementing Ziost's relationship with the SSC. A long time in the making."

"Indeed."

From the homeworld of the Sith, to another bastion of the SSC. Neither a fan of the Sith or Jedi, it wasn't lost upon the Princess how one master was being replaced with another. Perhaps the planet would flourish again under the benevolent rule of the Jedi? In any case, she planned on making a killing in the attempt.

 

[Lief]

PLANET: Malachor V
OBJECTIVE: Jailhouse 41: Connected to the Shadows temple by a long tunnel and secured underground. The complex is fashioned after a ghost prison such as the spirit or the prism with one jedi master in charge and warden droids. In the event of breakouts the prison goes into lockdown sealing the prison from the inside so that they are unable to escape.
PERSONAL OBJECTIVE: Check out the facilities

TOTAL POSTS: 2/38 Maximum
PERSONAL POSTS: 1/38

ALLIES: None, for now
ENEMIES: None, for now

What a simply despicable world. Arid and harsh, full of dust... Not too unlike Morellia, he reflected. From what he could remember of his homeworld, of course. Damn Jedi, taking him away... Not these Jedi, Adiara, the Republic. No, these Jedi were not even a thought which passed their mother's minds when you were stolen from your own. Most of them, at least. Even the famed Grandmaster had not been born at the time. How utterly depressing a thought that was.

Mia had been left behind, a fact he sorely despised, yet it was for her own good. His ship was his life, and if the damned instability of this world messed with her in any way there would be hell to pay. Instead he had joined a group of others - quiet green boys who had never walked into battle before, not that they would do so today of course - on a simple dropship. He hated not being in control of the vessel, sitting idly by like some passenger. But it was that or risk his beloved.

It had been just fifteen minutes since they landed. To many that would have been no time at all, but to Adiara it was a drag. The boys were still unloading things from the ship. Well, Adiara was not here to help them with such things. He was not a grunt, nor would he ever be, so he stood to one side with a gabaki stick in one hand pondering over the strange series of events which had led him to this point.

Pesky Gossam. Never knew when to keep his nose out of Adiara's business.

Still, it was a welcome change. Even if he was loathe to admit as much. His eyes closed for a moment as he inhaled the soothing smoke he had come to rely on during his youth in the Medi-Corps, feeling his muscles relax and his mind awaken. The Shadows, it seemed, were an organization he would be working close at hand with. It was not their secret academy that he was interested in though. Not truly. But what lay beneath, the network of tunnels he had been made privy to.

Just how secure were they?

 

[Lyth Meran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVdJlODCOhU

Loocation on the Berdik freighter approaching
[member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Matsu Ike"]
Allies Silver Jedi
Enemies none save may be [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
Objective Deliver a few Badass stuff.

She had a few things to do Matsu had been some what empresses with what they made.
The ty 2500 freighter was slaved to the Berdik and she had presents.
" BD55575 Blood Princess to fleet. must be Life day because i have presents."

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Malachor V, Trayus Academy
Objective: Exploration and information gathering
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: N/A
Post: 1/38

Kurayami guided his A-12 personal transport down through the atmosphere of Malachor V. The feeling was strange, almost that of returning home after a long time away. In a sense he felt he knew the planet already. He had done his homework on the history of Malachor V as much as he could. There were some gaps that could use filling in though and that is what he intended to do with his visit to the Trayus Academy. To call it an ancient ruin would be an understatement as there was no determinable date of construction. Landing on the outskirts of the structure he set the transport down with a slight bounce from the landing struts. The repulsors whined as the shut down, the noise added to by the engines doing the same as the ship came to a rest.

Kurayami was in the same get up as he had been at the recent trial of the Padawan. Personally he had issue with the acts committed but the sentence had been handed down and he would not do or say anything against the decision that had been made. What seemed odd though is that today he carried no ranged weapons on his person, only the lightsaber at his hip. The flight helmet had been switched out for the one that went with his Mk4 Expeditionary Armor, though it was the only piece of it he wore. Still the same old flight jacket, beat up black slacks displaying first class Corellian blooodstripes, and combat boots. He powered up the helmet's systems and descended down the ramp to the surface of the planet.

Here the darkness ruled supreme. The landscape itself was testament enough to that. He had come farther than he had expected since his run in with the darkness on Korriban. Now the whispers were faint, nothing but background noise. He synced the sensor systems with the computer on his ship through an encrypted Holonet link allowing him to easily transmit and call up any needed data. Turning on the recording feature and setting the other sensors to run in the background, Kurayami took a deep breath as he looked at the yawning maw that marked the entrance to the Trayus Academy. Mentally he steeled himself for what was to come. He knew enough of the academy to know that nothing was exactly as it seemed. This was just supposed to be a basic mapping and exploration. Nothing too difficult, just preserving what he could and to later go through the reams of data to see what could be gleaned of Sith long gone, what gaps had been left in the history books filled in. Time would tell how fruitful this would be. With those thoughts in mind he made his way slowly into the structure, hoping to not have to engage in combat today.

 

[Lief]

PLANET: Elom
OBJECTIVE: A'driannamieq Mountains: Diplomatic missions to meet the locals of the planet and bring them into the Sanctum. Solving problems for them, winning hearts and minds.
PERSONAL OBJECTIVE: Remove the Ranphyx
TOTAL POSTS: 3/38
PERSONAL POSTS: 1/38

ALLIES: The Elom
ENEMIES: Ranphyx Pack

Somehow Mysa always found herself as part of a relief team of sorts. This time it had been entirely unintentional, however, she had come to Elom alongside two other students in order to bridge ties with the Elom Tribes who resided in the Mountains. Explain to them how the Silver Jedi worked, that they sought to protect worlds not govern them, that little would change planet side except for an added sense of security...

That was before the Ranphyx attacked.

She had barely gotten two words out to the Elder of this particular Tribe when Felix's ears pricked up and he turned with a growl toward the shadow of the huts. There she could see but two glistening eyes, and a moment later the Alpha had pounced. Little Felix had been no match, swatted aside but thankfully unharmed. Mysa and the other two Jedi were likewise unaffected, as it seemed the predators had eyes solely for the Elom.

That had been their undoing. Their weakness. It allowed Mysa and the others time to react. To protect.

One of the Jedi - far younger - tried to reason, the way he had been taught. But Ranphyx were quite clearly not sentient, and thus unable to be reasoned with... For your every day Jedi at least. The second Jedi already had his lightsaber ignited. Training blade. The glare of it seemed to catch the eye of some of the younger cubs though, and they left their quarry like flies to light.

Mysa, on the other hand, had her sights set on the Alpha. She spoke no words, she brandished no weapon... Instead she simply stared. Stared and focused as it prowled closer to the Chieftain...

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Elom, Saak'ak wreck
Objective: Exploration and information gathering
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 1/38

Another repeat of Jabiim for the Design Triumvirate, more or less. But Elom would prove different from Jabiim in that the enemies to expect would be different. And Elom was a planet where the frozen wastes would be very similar to Hoth in as much that the temperatures were almost the same. Either way, they'd rather hope that their WESTAR Skirmisher armors will hold up to such cold temperatures. And their weapons: Charzon's ER-1 slugthrower would be of more use against space wizards than Marcia's F-11D, especially since Jessica's SI-74 was a lot slower-firing than the ER-1. The Silver Jedi's intelligence service told them about lumbering Sith Lords in the region of the Malachor Caldera, so they prepared for this venture accordingly. Too many Force-users close one another would cause and spell trouble for them so it's best if they stayed close to each other in the process. But they know not whether the wreck will be maintained to the extent the Tormentor's was.

"Ready, everyone?" Let's go explore the hulk of the Saak'ak a little bit, will you?"

"Wasn't the Saak'ak the Trade Federation flagship in the early stages of the Battle of Naboo?"

"Locked and loaded" Jessica told the group.

"Why are we venturing on this frozen wasteland? What ship do we even hope to build based on that?"

"We are going to rebuild the Lucrehulk for our own uses and undercut Hoersch-Kessel Drive as we did Kuat Drive Yards"

 

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Solar System.
Topic Objective: Undefined.
In-Character Objective: Meet with Matsu Ike and help out any way possible.
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"]
Enemies: None currently.

(1/38)

A transport ship dropped out of hyperspace and signaled Matsu Ike, asking where it should go to meet with her.

 

[Zak Dymo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b96rrbo-_Ik​

THULE
Post 1 of 38
Objective: Secure the Sith Arts Academy
Gear: Primeval Light Combat Armor | Azi | Broodica's Grimoire | Translation Talisman

Lightning scored the heavens.

An ill wind blew, bringing with it rains were poured down as the small figure made its way from out of the Sith Infiltrator that rested a short distance away from where a foreboding structure loomed up against the horizon. Within the cockpit of the Equinox, an orange accented R3 astromech swiveled its transparent dome. Its sensors flashed in warning, as it uttered a low whistle in anxious concern for the shadow that was growing smaller, and smaller with each step further from the ship.

Water ran down the heavy black cloak that masked the small, dark figure. A reflective, blank faceplate flashed as its mirrored surface caught the image of lightning illuminating a red sky at morning. Water splashed with each step, droplets flying as he raised his feet back up for the next. Underneath the folds of the cloak, something seemed to be moving. The diamond shaped head of an amphistaff staring out from beneath the edge of the cloak, staring out with dead eyes that were like polished onyx orbs.

A leather satchel bounced against the boy's side, it's cured hide protecting its contents from the deluge that poured over the small Knight of Ren as he continued the slow march toward the dark temple that lay ahead.

Thule was an ancient world of the Sith. He had read about it in the history recorded by the Sith Witch known as Broodica, whose diary and journal was contained within the satchel. It was no surprise, then, when he'd come across an Antarian Ranger report of several structures during a scout survey of this sector.

With all the Silver Jedi activity in this part of space, it seemed as good a time as any to see Thule for himself. He'd even submitted a preliminary report about the Silver Jedi's findings to the Masters of Ren, though he could not be certain that it would not fall into the hands of [member="Darth Veles"].

The fact that the Supreme Leader would entertain a Dark Lord of the Sith among his Knights of Ren was concerning. The First Order was the galaxy's best hope for true peace. Order over chaos. A plan to make the galaxy great again.

The Sith only wanted to make things great for themselves.

But, that was not to say that the Sith were not without their uses. And perhaps therein was the reason why the Mon Calamari was tolerated.

At least, he could hope that was the case.

The young Pantoran's boots stopped upon a ledge. Water trickled in small streams from around his feet, as the blank mirrored faceplate stared down. The rains had created flooding, a newly made deluge flowing between him and the other side of the path that would lead up to the building ahead.

"Baukola ha'e an ukana..."

Raising his arms up, the boy adopted a posture of supplication. Arms raised, with the palms turned upward, as he bowed his head in prayer. "Baukola ha'e an ukana," he uttered again, the voice flattened by the helmet's vocabulator. It was a language as ancient as the galaxy. Older even than some planets. The words recorded in the ancient and obscure annals of the Primeval.

A rumbling echoed, the fast flowing river beginning to churn as though something were rising from the deep.

Raising his head up, the young witch-boy stretched out his arm. A ring worked of tarentatek bone glinted darkly upon his left hand, as he gestured as though to reach down and pull the air upward. "Bu pawa se'e Halrormalenth sai'eu uba!"

A stone broke the water's surface.

Then a second.

One by one, stone by stone, the path took form again.

Bringing two fingers to the lower part of his mask, the boy gestured as though to touch his lips, his forehead, and then the center of his chest. When he had done that, he said, quietly, "Tytung jobaba an lua'ha bai Sargon, da doi pe'a tytung bouka... da doi pe'a tytung hatkocanh moova ma'e."

And then the boy casually stepped across to the stone path that now marked the way.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Zoist
New Adasta
Evening
(1)


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It would be foolish to think that the return of the Silver Jedi on Zoist would be met with fanfare. Some of the people would be happy to see their return, however she knew that would most likely be the minority. Although the time in which Zoist had been under protection from the then Sanctum was a peaceful one, there had been many living on this planet that did not appreciate their presence. The history of the place enough to tell anyone that if they deem to read the datafiles, darkness so very embedded within the planet, within the people .. especially after the war. Their presence on Zoist had invited such and so this alone would make the people of Zoist wary of their coming again.

Before the Primes had disbanded, they had instilled in the people their will and sense of religion, ruling them with a heavy fist and woe be tide any that opposed their will. Sith at their finest. Yet, the Silver Jedi are not here to peddle a religion, for they do not have one. To Coci, as least, Jedi do not worship the force as one would a deity. Use the lightside for the greater good, yes. But grateful to have been bless with the ability to be attuned to it, yes. But no Jedi she has ever met, worships the force in supplication.

This evening as she walks the streets of New Adasta, Coci will find out the state of play what they people of this world think of the Silver Jedi and their return. And to find out what has been happening in their absence. Already she had witnessed a growth in crime on the streets and no doubt corruption through the government of this planet. Although the state of the capital on the surface for it clean visage, looked to be well maintained there is a sense of disquiet, a underbelly of fear and oppression seeping through the atmosphere. She walks onward, not in any guise of a Jedi, but in plain clothes. Coci will find a suitable location in which to watch and listen, and when the opportunity presents itself, she will speak with them.

A thick shroud of mist settled on the streets, swirling around the buildings and along the pavement, light from the neon signs bleeding and blurring giving the mist a sickly glow. She sees one such blinking sign ahead of her flashing an invitation to enter to those that pass by, it is a bar, an establishment offering escape from the mundane machinations of life and this would be her starting point.

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

LOCATION: ELOM, A'DRIANNAMIEQ MOUNTAINS
OBJ: HELP THE ELOM DO THINGS
ALLIES: [member="Mysa Snowstrider"], SILVER JEDI
ENEMIES: OVERSIZED CATS

POST: 1/38

Elom was a particular planet, one Tyyni didn't know all that much about. Of course, he had done his research on the place, but he still felt like he knew very little. The entire planet was a cold desert, which the Padawan was fine with. He enjoyed the cold, the feeling of losing one's senses to nature. It reminded him of meditation, in a strange way. He had also learned plenty on the Elom race themselves. Primitive, but kind. Gullible, yet sincere. Tyyni could relate.

A Seigar-Class Shuttle blasted through the mountainous peaks, towards the designated area. He had arrived late, not of his own doing. The shuttle he was in had been delayed. Whoever had taken the thing out last had forgotten to refuel. They made a stop along the way to Elom, and Tyyni was anxious to make it to the cseria. The Elom species seemed reluctant at the thought of outsiders taking control of their world. Despite this, they had seemed willing to cooperate if some Silver Jedi were sent to assist however they could. Tyyni figured it was a fair trade.

Finally, the shuttle made it to their destination, and the Hutt Padawan inched off, followed quickly by a chrome protocol droid. The 3PO unit simply tuttered, seemingly flustered. "That trip was 0.23 hours off schedule. Back in my day, we would have been at least one rotation early!"

"I understand your concern, Protocol Droid. However, I was previously indisposed." The Huttlet didn't know the language of the Elom, so he had been forced to take a translator. He hadn't realized what he was getting himself into.

"Indisposed my motivator! You were probably sleeping, or whatever you lazy Jedi do." The shiny droid began hobbling towards the entrance of a cave, muttering about the 'no-good Jedi'.

"For your information, I was studying. Not all of us have programming to..." The Silver Jedi stopped, suddenly tensing. He had felt... something... through the Force. Something bad.

"Programming to what? Are you so idiotic as to forget what you were about to say? My, my..." The protocol droid continued his advance, stopping when he heard the sounds of igniting lightsabers deep in the cave. "Ah. I see."

Tyyni narrowed his verdant-green eyes as he zeroed in on the disturbance. His fellow Jedi were in trouble. He couldn't tell from what, but he knew a good way to find out. "Well, let's go help, shall we?" The Hutt began to draw on the Force, letting it bolster his muscles. With a burst of speed, the Hutt careened forward, headed down into the expanse. The droid only huffed to himself, following slowly.

"Ah, yes. I had forgotten Jedi often run to their deaths. How pleasant."

 

[Matsu Ike]

Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Shadow Temple
Secondary Objective: Fashionista
Allies: [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
Post: 2/38

Matsu was looking at her two padawans that were there, all of the hard work and the news that another had arrived came to her while she was looking over the screen that presented itself to her. A small look on Matsu's face though presented itself when the others came in with the outfit. They were presenting it to the other jedi in system, to give them all a chance to try it out and get their own custom fitted robes. Matsu was looking at it and motioned to the two of them before she spoke. "Ah this is good news, the new outfit for the Silvers have arrived. Try them on you two." Matsu motioned for the two of them to try on the outfits that were being presented to them and presented to others from the other engineers they had to work on things.

What better time to show their unity then here as the mapping and seeder ships were documenting the areas along the hyperspace routes that had been set up. They were able to move through it as the seeder ships were setting down on the worlds with droids reporting in. The different AI's that Sasori used showing as she got dressed and secured the cape of the armor. The black dreamsilk going well with the silver of it to give the Order of the Silver Jedi well a distinctive look instead of just a lot of silver robes. They could move around with formal protection as Harmony spoke. "We have begun searching the other planets in the surrounding systems."

Malachor V had a factory seeder ship on it making droids that could pour out slowly to help with construction for the others but the biot droids could search the other planets within the caldera before she was speaking looking at Undin. "There is always a chance, the sith have been using these worlds for tens of thousands of years to hide and rebuild. it is and would be impossible to control all of it and more then likely we'll find some remnant or have something watching what we do to justify their own ends but we'll be able to work with it. THey were mainly going for and to try and find the sith libraries that could be secured throughout the caldera to prevent their abuse.

"Welcome Blood princess to the operation, dock with the Harlequin and we'll begin briefing you, there might even be something special you can use here for show." Well she was wearing the outfit and shrugged with a small grin on her face and raising of her eyebrows to the two padawan. "Come on you two we'll head down to the shadow temple, and meet Arya, then proceed and work to see if we can unseal the prison that was built down there." Matsu was walking and leading the way as the ship was landing on the planet for the others to arrive outside to the temple. She was walking with the others who stood there around before they were going out to join the shadows and the ranger.s


New objective that everyone can do in their posts, just pick up from your ship your new duds.

Secondary Objective: Fashionist, wear new Order of the Silver Jedi Robes
[member="Tyyni Oluja"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Charzon Loulan"] [member="Mysa Snowstrider"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Adiara Drelas"] [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Sorel Crieff"] [member="Kära Vi'dreya"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Aria Vale"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Now check em out and as Connor recommended, have an awesome cape.

Spoiler

Image Source: Star Wars The Old Republic​

Intent: To Continue the Sasori jedi class robe series
Development Thread: ​

The Silver Jedi Come (Dominion of Malachor V)
Manufacturer: Sasori Research
Model: Sasori Robe Series
Affiliation: Order of the Silver Jedi​

Modularity: N/A
Production: Limited (Only A Select Group Of NPCs/PCs)
Material:
Sasori SynthMesh
Sasori Synthweave
Dreamsilk
Tensai Components
Magno Clasp
Classification: Multipurpose
Weight: 4kg
Quality: 10
Special Features:
Restricted to Lightside users
Recoils Darksiders
Epic Cape
Strengths:
Superior Lightsaber Protection
Superior Blaster Protection
Superior Melee Protection
Lightweight Design
Recoils Darksiders
Weaknesses:
Cannot Hide Lightside signature
Does not stop Kinetic damage
Does not stop sonic damage
Description: Designed for the remade and reforged Order of The Silver Jedi, to give them a unified and impressive look. The black dream silk with synthmesh keeps the armor lightweight and protective as with the aid and suggestion of Connor harrison... the outfit needed a cool cape and that is what it got. A black cape that goes off of silver shoulder pads that gleam in the light polished to a mirror finish. The robed outfit like much in the series from Sasori is some of the highest quality synthmesh that can be given and care has been taken so that the Order Of the Silver jedi's sets a standard for what different orders are able to get within itself.
Primary Source:
Sasori SynthMesh
Sasori Synthweave
Tensai Components
Magno Clasp

Sasori Amulet
Sigil of Hope
Sasori Circlet
Murr Earrings

 

[Ashin Varanin]

TO: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
FROM: Office of Lady Ajira Cardei, Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps, Naboo, Galactic Alliance

Masters Heavenshield,

We haven't met, but mutual acquaintances speak well of the work you do. I was both disappointed and professionally interested to hear that your primary shipbuilder had withdrawn licensing rights for the bulk of your naval designs. I'm aware of your close relationship with Sasori, and I'm certain that shipbuilders are coming out of the woodwork to fill the gap that Firemane left.

However, I would be remiss if I didn't offer the design and shipbuilding services of the Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps. Our dedication to quality speaks for itself, and our shipwrights are consistently rated second to none. At your convenience, in person or by HoloComm, I would like to discuss your short- and long-term needs with you or your representatives.

Best of luck in the liberation of the Stygian Caldera,

Lady Ajira Cardei
Theed Hangar

 

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Malachor V
Topic Objective: Shadow Temple
In-character Objective: Meet Matsu.
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"].

(2/38)


Soon the transport ship landed near Matsu and a young, blond headed jedi named Claire stepped out of the ship. The girl had a cheerful smile on her face as she approached Matsu and her two padawans. "Master Ike. It's great to see you again. How have you been?" She greeted Matsu with a bow with of respect.

 

[Lyth Meran]

Planet: Malachor V
Objective: dock
Secondary Objective: try not to kill Jaii
Allies: Claire Ouron [member="Matsu Ike"] Undin Jaii Kryze
Post: 2/38

Docking was easy but making sure the YT2400 behind her didn't was the tricky bit.
Still making it safe and sound was a good sign.
The look on the deckhands faces when a 2 inch tall figure ftepped out of a fighter sized ship was priceless.
" Take me to your leader." she joked.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Jacen Clanstrider tried always to be positive, but the power of the Dark Side was ancient, raw here. He could feel the presence of lingering light, a light that once tried to overpower and replace the dark, but here it was in every seem, every pour. He took a deep breath and focused himself in the Light to calm his unsteady mind. He was unsure of his Master's location, but he was currently with his Master's wife, [member="Coci Heavenshield"]. He assumed going with her on this trip would prove a great learning experience.

He followed closely behind her, aware of what was going on around them and the fog setting in. This reminded him of stories of Coruscant, but where Coruscant was bright and full of life, this was dark and lack luster. So in the end, it didn't surprise him that their first stop was a bar. Jacen did not question it or offer any words at all. He was the student and a student listened in order to miss nothing.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: "Keep my Snowflake safe." - Thyrian
Location: Elom
Allies: [member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
Enemies: None so far
Post: 1

Keep her safe, he'd asked of him. Keep my Snowflake safe. There was no mistaking the tone of his brother's voice that he wished nothing more than to follow Kära wherever she went, but even he realised he had his hands full running his kingdom, hence why he contacted his own flesh and blood in hopes that Thurion could be there for her. With [member="Coci Heavenshield"] currently undercover on Ziost along with his apprentice, [member="Jacen Clanstrider"], the Grandmaster accepted the great responsibility of keeping his childhood friend and her unborn child safe. Her going alone in her current state was simply not an option.

Stepping off the dropship and following a bit behind Kära, it became obvious that this shadow of a mansion held personal meaning to her in some way. Thus, he chose to give her some air between them and simply observed her for now. If she ever needed him, he'd be right there for her.

Thurion had never asked his old friend about her time with the Sith Empire of old, after she'd left Coruscant and the Jedi Temple in search of her destiny. He figured it was a time best forgotten, for he couldn't imagine a child so young having it easy in a Sith society. Whenever he'd look into Kära's eyes, there would always be a hint of pain and sadness buried deep within. Not unlike himself, he supposed. Neither had had what one would call an easy upbringing, even though there had been some good years in his case.

Approaching her from behind as she stood staring into a decrepit room, filled with cobwebs and dusty furniture, Thurion settled a hand upon her shoulder. "Kära? What's the matter?" His gaze inevitably dropped to her late-pregnancy tummy. "Is it..."