Faction [THP] - Shadows and Temples

[Connel Vanagor]

Listen to the Shadows
Kashyyyk
Objective 1

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Buster, stay. Buster was all too happy right now, saying “Hiiii” to and getting headscratches from the new Padawan. One of Mother’s aids was here, so he would not be alone when they left, in fact there she was giving Jax Thio a quick hug before everything…


”Countdown to Portal Opening in 10… 9…”


Alright, here we go! Grabbing his (the old Gabriel’s) rifle and slinging it, he pulled his mask on and went into weapon discipline before walking through the portal.


A strange experience, less like travelling through hyperspace (like he imagined it would be), and more really just walking through a doorway.


Through the portal was darkness, and so he cracked a glowstick. The ambient neon green light brought illumination to the immediate area, so he tossed it outward, cracked another and tossed it, another, and another. That was all he had. There were others cracked in the distance. Clearly Omega Squad setting their path outside.


[We’re through the portal. Where are you?]


[We’re about a klik out from the temple ruins. One second… sorry… was avoiding a patrol.]

[Are we good?]


[We’ll leave markers. If they see a ration bar that is a perimeter.]

[Acknowledged.] Just checked with Omega Squad. Those of you heading outside to test those trackers are good. Follow the other glowsticks outside, and if you see a ration bar, that is as far as you can be without running into Black Sun. We can get you out there if you want? It’s right down that hall.

Pulling his rifle up into gunsight, and slowly made way for those other cracked glowsticks, turning on the underbarrel flashlight and began to move. BRAD rolled through the portal happily as Buster could be seen sitting patiently… for about a millisecond before Chrysa’s aid took his leash and gave him more attention than he could handle.

The ruins of the Temple were indeed ”ruins” char and age were the ruling adjectives of the area. The place showing that even Caltin’s design could not withstand the effects of the bombarding assault of the Mandalorian guns. It was disheartening at first to think about, especially for Connel who was not here when this happened, his father keeping him away, but this was just one level, one of the levels that would have been most affected by the attack.

Was this what they would see throughout? Was this the only level they would find like this?

Only time will tell.

Desbre Gensan • Acier Moonbound • Coren Starchaser • Fa-Olan Warren • Valery Noble [/COLOR]​

 

[Acier Moonbound]

O B J E C T I V E- 1​

Location: Kashyyyk - Shadow Temple

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit| Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Commlink | Tic

Connel Vanagor | Desbre Gensan | Valery Noble | Jax Thio | Gavin Restur | Fa-Olan Warren​

Ace shifted his weight, his eyes flicked across the chamber as more people filtered in. Valery's calm nod, Jax's easy grin, Gavin's drawl, even the Padawan's bright-eyed enthusiasm. They were all different flavors of confidence, all seasoned in their own way. For a moment, he felt the strange weight of standing in the middle of it: Jedi Masters, soldiers, wanderers… and him. Not a bad crowd to walk into the dark with.

When the portal began its countdown, his gaze lingered on the spiraling light. He'd seen hyperspace but this… this was different. The Force hummed behind it, steady and strange. He couldn't decide if it unsettled him or felt natural. Maybe both.

Beside him, Tic jittered, photoreceptor narrowing at the rippling surface. The little droid let out a nervous string of chirps and leaned closer against his neck. Ace smirked faintly, lifting a hand to steady him with a light pat on his flat casing.

"Relax, Tic. We'll go together. Just another door."

Connel's rifle came up and the team began to move. Without hesitation, Ace adjusted his belt, checked the weight of his lightsaber at his hip, and fell in step after the older man. Glowsticks cracked ahead, pale green light spilling into the ruin. With Tic still perched on his shoulder, Ace walked forward.

Stepping through the portal wasn't what he expected. No rushing tunnel of light like hyperspace, no lurch in his stomach like a jump through atmosphere. One breath he was in the chamber at Kattada, the next the air was colder, damper, thick with rot and old wood. It felt less like travel and more like being absorbed, as if the Force itself had drawn them through and set them down where it wanted them.

Tic shivered against his shoulder, photoreceptor darting in every direction, beeping uneasily at the dark pressing in around the faint glowsticks. Ace's hand rose briefly, tapping the flat top of the droid's head.

"Told you. Just another door." he muttered.

It was dark, and he resisted the urge to use his lightsaber as a light source. It was hard to deny the weight of the place, the Force clung to it all. When Ace reached for it, he felt the contrast: above, the ruin rang hollow, lifeless, like a corpse. But deeper down, something endured. The roots and the bones of the temple still pulsed faintly, like a heart that refused to die.

Ace exhaled slowly, shoulders straightening "This place has seen hell." he muttered under his breath, voice low. Then he glanced over to Connel "But it ain't gone."​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's eyes swept over the team as the portal pulsed brighter with its countdown. Connel was already moving with his rifle, Acier steady at his side, Jax and Gavin settling in after their late arrivals, and the Padawan still catching the pup's attention until the moment came to focus.

This was quite the team already.

She adjusted the strap of her pack, clipped it a little tighter at her shoulder, and followed after Connel through the portal. The shift of air on the other side was sharp and cold, the glowsticks spilling pale green across walls scarred by fire and time. Her gaze lingered briefly on the wreckage, the weight of what had been lost pressing on her before she pulled herself back to the task.

Stepping closer to Connel, she spoke, "Sticking together makes sense until we understand more, but when the time comes, splitting into smaller teams may be better. If we do, younger Jedi should pair with those more seasoned." She turned her eyes to Fa-Olan, her expression softening just a little.

"Would you like to stick with me?"

Desbre Gensan Acier Moonbound Connel Vanagor Fa-Olan Warren Gavin Restur Jax Thio​

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

Guardian Authority Ltd. – Operations Log

Obelisk Station | Hangar 3
Filed By: Thexann Pehnataur, COO
Division: Guardian Angel Outreach
Reference Code: GAL-Ops/GAO-482-KSHK

Summary
Preparations for Kashyyyk operation continue. Humanitarian shipments remain under Guardian Angel Outreach registry, rerouted toward Shadow Temple site via legacy flightpaths. Osprey transports prepped and awaiting final briefing. Supplies not yet fully loaded, but staging complete and manifests verified. No irregularities detected.

Cargo Inventory (Phase I, Initial Deployment)

• Sustainment & Infrastructure:
  • 1,800 ration packs (long-duration/stabilized).
  • 12 portable filtration/recovery rigs.
  • 45 modular shelters.
  • 75 advanced field medkits.
• Restoration & Research:
  • 6 resonance scanners (Force signature mapping).
  • 4 holo-archival kits (inscription capture).
  • 10 Wroshyr-compatible conservation toolkits.
• Power & Construction:
  • 20 hardened portable generators.
  • 40 reinforced load-bearing struts.
  • 12 industrial lighting rigs.
  • 22 excavation/repair droids (cutting, lifting, scanning modules).
    
• Transport Status
  • 8 x Osprey undercover freighters staged.
  • Hulls: matte-black, no identifiers, GAO registry tags logged.
  • Flight plans mapped using old Shadow Temple corridors to blend into civilian channels.
  • Crews on standby; awaiting briefing on final routes before departure.

---

Observations

The hangar is quieter than I expected. Purposeful, yes, but not frantic. Crews move with that patient efficiency that comes from knowing they are not fighting battles but preparing futures. It is as though every mag-clamp sealed, every crate checked, carries weight beyond its contents.

In the midst of this, I cannot help but notice Michael Angellus. If the rest of us treat this as work, he treats it as breathing. The boy moves around his starfighter like it’s an extension of himself—half checklist, half dance. His astromech (designation: BB-30, nickname “BRED”) punctuates the process with commentary so sharp it borders on performance. The droid’s sarcasm had technicians chuckling under their breath, and though Michael parries every jibe with equal wit, there is no mistaking it: cockpit and hangar are where he is most alive.

I found myself smiling at it, against habit. For all the bureaucracy I have waded through in my lifetime, I recognize true instinct when I see it. He was born for this.

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Personal Note

Chrysa continues to lend the operation a calm authority. Her grief does not dim her—if anything, it gives her presence an undeniable force. Watching her pass through the hangar, conferring with crews, I see why Guardian Angel Outreach holds together.

The transports are ready. Not even fully loaded, and yet I sense the mission is already taking shape. A few more crates, a briefing for the pilots on their shadowed flight path, and these ships will carry more than equipment. They will carry proof that the Hidden Path still has a heartbeat.

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Recommendation

I propose expanding Guardian Angel Outreach’s humanitarian budget line to formally cover “mobile colony relief operations.” This terminology provides flexibility to redirect aid toward Shadow Temple sites without suspicion. While fleets and warriors draw headlines, it is the quiet, consistent stream of supplies that determines whether resistance endures.

When a Jedi lights a lamp in the Temple, or a refugee drinks clean water beneath its canopy, we will know where it began: in this hangar, in the hands of crews who worked without applause.

—T. Pehnataur

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Flight Briefing Notes – Osprey Transports

Attached for Pilot Distribution

• Cover Story: Relief shipment bound for Wroshyr preservation zones, listed under “Forestry Stabilization Program” (GAO approved). Cargo manifests reflect ecological aid, not paramilitary support.
• Primary Route: Corellian Trade Spine → Atrivis sector junction → Kashyyyk outer orbit.
• Shadow Corridor: Upon entry into Atrivis, divert via Old Shadow Temple lanes (archived from pre-Empire Jedi records). Minimal traffic, low sensor coverage.
• Waypoints:
  • Waypoint Alpha: Atrivis Drift – staged relay buoy will confirm identity tags.
  • Waypoint Beta: Old Republic Beacon (dormant) – use as nav alignment, do not transmit.
  • Waypoint Gamma: Kashyyyk upper atmosphere – coordinate descent with local tree canopy shadows to mask thermal signature.
• Contingencies:
  • If challenged, maintain cover as forestry relief. Do not engage in combat; divert to fallback rally at Randon Station.
  • In event of sensor sweep, throttle to sub-light drift speed and engage Osprey anti-sensor baffles.
  • Final rally point designated “Sanctum-3,” cleared only by encrypted Path beacon.

Note: Pilots are to be briefed that the appearance of aid is as important as its delivery. We must move unseen, but not suspiciously.

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Hangar 3 – Flight Briefing Transcript (Filed as Addendum)

Speaker: Thexann Pehnataur, COO, GAL Ltd.
Subject: Osprey Transport Flight Path to Kashyyyk

Thexann stepped forward in front of the matte-black Ospreys. The crews fell silent. He tapped his datapad once, projecting the route schematics across a holo-table.

Ladies and gentlemen. This will be concise. You are flying humanitarian aid convoys registered under Guardian Angel Outreach. The manifests list ecological relief—forestry stabilization, filtration rigs, preservation equipment. Nothing more. Treat it as fact. If questioned, you are aid workers, not soldiers.

Your path: Corellian Trade Spine into Atrivis junction. From there, you cut into the old Shadow Temple lanes. Waypoints Alpha through Gamma are already uploaded to your nav systems. They are quiet, unused lanes. That is the point.

Waypoint Gamma brings you to Kashyyyk’s upper atmosphere. You will descend along the canopy shadowlines. Minimal thrusters, minimal signatures. If anyone challenges you, you divert to Randon Station. You do not improvise, and you do not engage. Though well armed, these ships are not war machines. They are carriers of hope. Understood?

Crews murmured assent. Thexann scanned them with a sharp eye, ensuring no one missed the gravity of his words.

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At the far side of the hangar, Michael was leaning against his fighter, wiping his gloves on his flightsuit. BRED let out a long, exaggerated whistle.
Bwoooop–wrrrrrp [Translation: “Carriers of hope, huh? Guess that makes you the delivery boy, flyboy.”]

Michael was just grinning, and without missing a beat he playfully snapped back...
Better a delivery boy than dead weight, partner. Besides, if you ever carried anything heavier than your own ego, maybe I’d let you file the flight plan.

A few pilots chuckled. Even Thexann’s lips twitched at the corners before he hid it behind a cough.

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Thexann pointedly, brought it back to business...
Flight groups will depart in staggered sequence, not formation. You will look like scattered relief flights, not a convoy. Timing protocols are locked in your systems. Confirm with your astromechs before departure. Do not deviate.

Remember: our strength is in invisibility. If this succeeds, it will be because no one notices we were there at all.

Michael half under his breath, but audible enough...
Don’t worry. They’ll notice if BRED starts singing again.

Bwee-yaaaah-reeee! [Translation: “If I sing, we’ll be famous. Finally some class in this hangar.”]

The room broke into scattered laughter. Even the tension knots in the younger pilots seemed to ease.

---

Thexann allowed himself one small smile before closing the holo...
Briefing concluded. Crews to your ships. See you on the other side.

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

 

[Aris Noble]

"Some good, some bad. We have to look for the good where we can, right?" Silverlinings were practically what rebellions survived on, after all. No matter how bleak things looked, they would find a reason to stand. He looked about the dock again, giving a nod to those who'd looked their way. Just a little bit of conversation before he'd go back to stocking all the ships he could.

"Did it cost you much?"

Reina Daival

 

[Desbre Gensan]

Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Connel Vanagor Jax Thio Valery Noble - whoever else I missed​

O B J E C T I V E 1

Des spent the last few minutes sitting on a crate, gathering herself up as the last of the preparations finalized. Lots of faces she didn't recognize. It was already getting hot for her under the gear, so she focused on pushing the heat out of her body to stay cool. She gave the few who came close a node and a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes under the headwrap. Then a familiar figure strode out of the shadows. Jax Thio in his fashionably late way.

Hopping off the box, she made her way over with long springy, rangy strides. "Well look at you," she said warmly. Reaching up she pulled the top half of the head wrap down revealing platinum white hair pulled into a braid, twisted into a tight bun, laced with electric blue then down came the other portion covering the lower half of her face. Silvery eyes sparked with delight and mischief at seeing the fellow Jedi Master. Without waiting, she stepped forward to embrace the man in hug, soft but with iron-banded strength.

"Should be like old times. Were you briefed or playing it by ear?"

Connel began forming people up at the portal. "Oh, come on."

Countdown began, so Des set her feet, and set her rifle in high ready and stacked up with Connel.

The portal rippled open. To most it was just another doorway, but already she could see the temperature gradients. It was colder on the other side. A welcome respite.

The transition to the other side - Most didn't seem to notice anything, but for her, for a split instant it was like being in two places at once, stretched over vast distance, but then she was there. The transition like crossing through a sheet of paper. Immediately the gravity was a little heavier. The air thicker, loamy. Familiar. She expected it to be warmer, but this far underground, the area was shielded from the more tropical notions of the surface.

Kashyyk. It had been her home for years. Well, as close as she got to it in those days. This place, though, she'd never been to. And so it was, both familiar and strange.

Connel turned on his light making her wince at the beam but immediately her eyes adjusted. The place wasn't dim for her, but as brightly lit as any Coruscant sidewalk day or night. Even if it had been pitch black for the rest of them, her species could see all the way down into the infrared spectrum

Stepping closer to Connel, she spoke, "Sticking together makes sense until we understand more, but when the time comes, splitting into smaller teams may be better. If we do, younger Jedi should pair with those more seasoned." She turned her eyes to Fa-Olan, her expression softening just a little.

Des nodded. "I can take a trio or quad and start clearing sectors, Top."

 

[Gavin Restur]

[Objective 1: Inspection]
TAGS: Acier Moonbound , Jax Thio , Fa-Olan Warren , Valery Noble , Connel Vanagor , Desbre Gensan
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After the greetings were all said and done, he directed his gaze towards the portal. A brief whistle being let out through the rebreather's modulator. Has he ever gone through something like this? Nope, can't say that he has.

His gaze went towards Fa-Olan Warren as he gave his introduction, giving the young man a nod in return.

["Your hat is very wizard."]

He briefly glanced up at his own hat, as he let out a brief chuckle. "Appreciate it. Name's Gavin, nice to meet you." Giving a flick of his hat and a wink towards the other.

["Alright, here we go!"]

But, it came time to venture through the portal. Glancing over as Connel Vanagor took a hold of his rifle, and electing to grasp onto one of his holstered blasters at his side. And, he watched everyone else make their way in. Slowly following everyone else, before stepping through the portal.

And coming out on the other side.

His body briefly shuddered, hairs standing on end as a brief chill ran through his body. The sensation of going through the portal, coupled with the instant change in temperature, gravity, etc. had completely messed with his senses. Glancing back towards the portal, as he muttered. "...I ain't a big fan of that."

But, his attention went to where they actually were, now. With Connel cracking glowsticks and turning on his rifle underbarrel light, he spent a moment reaching into his satchel, letting out a few muttered complaints on how dark it was. Taking out a flashlight, and turning it on. Making sure to not blind someone by pointing it right at the face, as he glanced around for a few moments, before turning his attention back to the others. Looking towards Valery Noble as she spoke.

["Sticking together makes sense until we understand more, but when the time comes, splitting into smaller teams may be better. If we do, younger Jedi should pair with those more seasoned."]

"Can agree with that. I'm alright pairin' up with anyone, when the time comes."

 

[Matsu Ike]

Oh, I bid farewell to the Temple's bright halls,
And I venture beyond Coruscant's gleaming walls.
To search for my kin, lost to time's endless trend,
To seek out the Force where all Jedi ascend.
As the souls of the lost fill the space of my mind,
I'll search through the stars 'til true peace I can find.
I fear not the dark, nor the Sith's cruel decree,
I honor the fallen, do they think of me?
When their sparks in the Force forever will be.

Chart a path through the void to a world I once knew,
Where my hope turned to ash with my Padawan crew.
So I bury my grief, face the Force's great test,
To find promise of peace and the solace of rest.
As the songs of the dead hum like sabers in flight,
Their laughter like younglings, their spirits so bright.
My heart yearns to join them, to soar and be free,
I honor the fallen, do they think of me?
When their sparks in the Force forever will be.

When at last I stand 'fore my ghostly allies,
I shed a lone tear for my home 'neath the skies.
Though their eyes speak of battles, of pain and of strife,
Their smiles through the Force say I owe not my life.
As the souls of the lost fill the space of my sight,
And my ship lists through hyperspace, fleeing the fight,
I'm this far from falling, this far from the fray,
I honor the living, do they think of me?
When my spark in the Force forever will be.

Now I stare at the dark, at the galaxy's abyss,
I'm not sure what I seek, but I know it's not this.
As my comrades call out to stand firm and press on,
I set course for the dawn 'til the shadow is gone.
As the souls of the lost live eternal in mind,
As I carry the years that they left far behind,
I'll stay on the path but still gaze at the stars,
I honor the fallen, they're never too far.
For our souls in the Force together will be.

Outro
I honor the fallen, they're never too far,
For our souls in the Force together will be.

She sat there in the Temple of Secher Nbiw. Listening to the knights as they were there. Lights from the crystals coming through the temple. The sacred temple as it moved on the Wandering mountain. "Master." The voice came as next to her a tall blonde stood. Blue eyes glowing like crystals, her short hair at her sides as the robes she was wearing gleamed ivory. "There has been an activation." Her words came out and the jedi master raised an eyebrow. Her eyes going over to the jedi who were practicing as some had taken in jedi from Coruscant but not much. The remaining silver jedi like Zak, Kei, Hanna mostly were in the temples. Well Hanna in their home on the lost jedi world for the others they were in the places they were constructing outside of the galaxy or even on various planes of the force.

"Where?" She said it looking at the Arisen, the biot not faltering. "Kashyyyk, the temple of the three reported a surge from the chain gates force signature." She said it and there was only a small raising of her eyebrow... then slowly Matsu raised a hand to dismiss her. "Thank you." She had mostly seen some movement but the chain gates were exclusive to temples and there wasn't one in Coruscant. So she knew it wasn't accessed from there. "We have a mystery." She said it to no one really watching while her trainers were working with the other jedi. The temple moved as you could see the mountains and horizon getting closer in the distance. She stood as tall as she could and made a moment to head towards the central area of the temple.

"I will go and check it out." She said it more as an afterthought when her hands came up. She focused while reaching into the force. Her memories of the sea coming fast but she was able to feel it... the small threads of the unbeing... the realm of the force just below the surface. Energy shimmering along her hand before it opened a small seam in the fabric as it caused distortions... She took a little longer and adjusted her robes as the silvery jedi robes clung with her hair flowing down her back. She stepped through as the thread of it took her and she emerged from the temple. Several wookiees were there as the Enasrrrrkw temple of the three was in the middle of the ocean and largely avoided with its swampy waters and dangerous creatures.

She looked at them while she walked offering a small bow of her head. The greeting came with datapads she would be able to check for reports. "I see." She mentally debated many things in her mind but the news of the destruction of Caltin's temple was there. She stood on the balcony as it looked over the waters and the temple. Its unique design letting it float in the rivers of the island. With massive trees interweaving the branches above to cast it in heavy shadows and filtering light. The force gathering around the jedi master as she rose up into the air dust circulating from the area around her limbs until she shot down the river. "I'll see what is going on." She spoke it while leaving and skimmed the water as the sensation in the force of dozens of fish were there.

THe river went out along smaller areas into the sea... and then she was going towards the mainland. The old silver rests location was a lake now after they had moved it to the high plane. The areas filled in with waters to form a beautiful location as they had installed fisheries to repopulate the area while she arced upward. Higher into the sky as she could see it in the distance with massive trees and the sandy beaches. She stopped at the top of the canopy as a hand came out. Her senses in the force expanding further and further outwards as she listened. There were people down there and not the ones who had come to the world, she saw the reports but was not risking a few things here... yet at least. THe jedi master lowered herself into the forest as she was descending herself. Teams were here "Interesting".

She said it sensing Connel Vanagor and several others who were with him. She breathed in and then outwards before landing on a branch. Herself taking a seated position when it started to move. Plant surge and smaller manipulations of the tree itself... giving her the look of being seated so the tree itself could carry her small frame around. The charred ruins of the temple were there and she looked avoiding saying anything for the moment before she looked at some of the jedi who were there. "Connel." She said it more as a whisper frrom her lips but directed and manipulated it with the force to reach the boy. She didn't need to shout, she barely needed to move. Combat with his shoulders would certainly be something to see but she trusted them not to have a hair trigger.

 

[Fa-Olan Warren]

The brief time spent with the pup wasn't enough, but Fa-Olan knew that he had to focus on he mission, since it seemed time to pass through the mysterious portal. There was a mixture of excitement and anxiousness when it came to that part of the mission. This would be the first portal the Padawan had been through... and he wasn't even sure if it would be the last.

Probably not!

Fa-Olan grinned back at Gavin. It was good to know the other sentient's name.

Then the team of armed individuals began to step through. It was time. With a slow exhale, Fa-Olan joined the line an went closer and closer, before it was his turn. He closed his eyes and stepped through, immediately feeling a sensation of pulling, before he stumbled into a new environment completely - the smell changed, the humidity, even the gravity felt different from a mere second ago. It was almost like being back in the mining colony, really, which set Fa-Olan's senses off.

"It's not so bad," Fa-Olan said in a low voice, as he reached out to rub a hand across the stone. The green glowsticks lit the immediate area up. "It looks damaged, and it is... but there's strong bones here, strong structure and foundation. Support beams are doing what they were meant to."

Fa-Olan felt a lot could be repaired, he had seen mine tunnels in far worse condition. And when the others spoke about splitting up into smaller teams, the Padawan gave a smile when Master Noble asked if he wanted to accompany her.

"That would be nova, yes!"

So, with a smile still on his face, Fa-Olan fell into step closer to Valery. He couldn't believe his luck. And now, since stepping through the portal, it felt like a real mission...

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Valery Noble | Connel Vanagor | Desbre Gensan | Acier Moonbound | Gavin Restur | Jax Thio​

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Tigris Aphra

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Vera adjusted the strap of her satchel as they made their way toward the tree line, the weight of the devices resting neatly against her hip. The forest loomed ahead, tall wroshyrs stretching so high that the glow from the temple behind them barely seemed to reach. It was quiet here, but not empty. She could feel the subtle hum of life all around them.

Glancing sideways at Tigris, Vera smirked, her steps light even as she kept pace. "So… you're with Everest, huh?" The words came casually, almost out of nowhere, but her tone carried that teasing edge only a daughter who had grown up watching her mother and father could manage.

Her smirk lingered a moment before she turned her attention back to the path ahead, scanning for a good spot to set their first tracker.

"I've heard some things."

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[Vyn Daldoure]

Tags: Connel Vanagor Valery Noble Desbre Gensan Acier Moonbound Valery Noble Fa-Olan Warren
Equipment: Equal Handshake, J.A.M.R, D-37 blaster, Icarus Armor

Structural inspection of a broken down temple, stealth ops, or supply caravan. He decided to help out with the foremost option. Vyn had no emotional investment into the Jedi temple, he did have experience checking structural support though. He'd been rebuilding his own families villa, and figured he'd at least qualify on the bare minimum requirements. To add he was slender, strong, and had enough metal in him to make a droid jealous, all great additions for being teleported under who knows how many tons of rubble.

People were conversating, a small canine was receiving scratches, for those here, spelunking into these ruins seemed to carry a bit more weight than just establishing a foothold on Kashyyyk. These were mostly jedi going to a place that had been lost for one reason or another. For Vyn this was business as usual, however, he was more concerned with the endemic life. Jedi could cut a lot of things down yeah, but they'd have certain parameters to follow, Vyn didn't have such scruples and it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten into a fist fight with a Trandoshan. The Iridonian walked forward and through the portal without a second thought for the object.

Within the depths of the temple he scanned the surroundings lit by Connel Vanagor , Gavin Restur , and the several glow sticks scattered around. To put it simply. this place was a mess, which was actually a good sign if the place was still structurally sound. Vyn took several steps past everyone to follow Vanagor and his men. His own blaster slipping from it's holster with almost no noise, he then hit a control switch that turned on a white light which sat on his chest. He could have joined the stealth mission, however he had a feeling it would quickly turn into a firefight if he were to even attempt it. Black Sun was a problem yes, one Vyn had heard of but did not know intimately, minus his time in the Kaggath.

He did however run with the syndicates years ago following his immediate discharge from the NIO. But Black Sun was a beast, that his old employer Broka, was not. Stopping he looked over to a fallen beam, and a crevice underneath it. Through the opening his enhanced eyes picked up that the floor was collapsed down into the lower levels. His nose twitched a bit as he was prepared to take a step towards the hole, he then saw something shift in the darkness.

Vyn's blaster came up pointing into the opening, he stood for a moment, completely still, not even a breath left him. His eyes darted in small micro movements, but after a few more seconds with nothing happening his arm slowly fell to his side. "Looks like some endemic life has found refuge here."
He finally looked away from the opening. It seemed he'd be relegated to exterminator.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Name (optional)
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Desbre Gensan , Acier Moonbound , Coren Starchaser , Fa-Olan Warren , Valery Noble


Jax laughed when one of Connel's aids gave him a hug. "Good to see you Connel," Jax said as soon as he finished hugging her. "Glad to see you taking charge of this task force."

Caltin can rest easy knowing that his son will be taking the reigns. In many ways, Connel reminded Jax of his Grandpa. "Old man must be proud of us." Jax thought.

When he saw Desbre again, Jax embraced her a smile forming on his face. "It's been years," Jax whispered. "Man, I missed you. Hell, I missed all of you."

As much as Jax loved his family, he vowed never to forget his friends. Though Jax wished he arrived sooner to help them, he was here now and it was time to serve the Jedi once again. The portal opened Jax went through, he heard Connel explain the plan and Jax nodded. "I'd say we go in pairs," Jax suggested. "Since we'll faster, but I'm open to whatever anyone suggests. "

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Aris Noble

Aris had a point. Try to look for the good things in what you had. Yet before she could go back to the crates, Aris asked if "it" cost her much. It took Reina a moment to figure out what he meant before she looked down at her leg, her gaze darkening for a moment. Reina sucked on her teeth for a moment, debating how to answer the question, before she tapped away on her datapad, even adding a HoloNet search to it.

: My entire species. Not willingly. :

And with that, she had included a simple link to a HoloNet search about Ersansyr. It wasn't so much something she was trying to keep a secret...It was more, she didn't want to talk about it with just anyone. But Aris wasn't just anyone. He was Colette's sister, and Colette was her master. So that made him...someone?...Where was she trying to go with this again?

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Aris Noble]

Sithspawn.

Aris nodded slowly. He could only imagine what it'd cost to be changed like that, and unfortunately he was too aware of what the Sith could do for it to hope it was anything good. Something probably not good to linger on either, considering how sour expression turned. There was an awkward pause as he tried to figure out what next to say. How did he avoid tearing open a fresh wound more? Colette surely wouldn't appreciate him meddling with her Padawan's emotional state, right?

".. So, what do you think we should do next to help out?"

Reina Daival

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Listen to the Shadows
Kashyyyk
Objective 1

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

As much as he wanted to keep to the group dynamic, Noble was right (and she outranked him anyway) and he nodded. Sounds good. waving at Acier Moonbound and Gavin Restur ,he noticed Jax was all but laughing at him.

Thanks, old man! It felt almost like a silly retribution for all of the times he had overheard Jax call his father “gramps”. It was funny but at the same time, turning the tables brought a smirk to hneis face, underneath the mask.

Hearing a strange groan off in the distance, he tried to ignore it.

Wrecked or not, I know this place like the back of my hand, so the three of us will head to the lower levels. I think there should be a group up here to back up those who went outside if they need it. Omega Squad is out there too, but they’re not Force Sensitive.

Pulling two Mobile "Bodycam" Datapads [out of his web gear pockets in the back, he offered one to Jax, and one to Valery Noble , but stopped short, then offered it to Fa-Olan Warren , remembering that she had a problem with tech, he cracked his neck. Pulling two small clips off of the machines as they slipped out of his hands and hooking them to either side of the goggles on his mask, Connel nodded.

If I call for you, turn those on and you will see what I see. If you need our help, press the long button on the side for two seconds and I will get an alert and your datapad will activate a beacon leading me right to you. Good hunting and may the Force be with you… Feeling a little silly there, he nodded. Connel wasn’t the inspiration, or leader his father was, but he was trying. He also wasn’t wearing a cape and tights, but tech was a thing, and he could use it.

Once everything was settled and they were on their way, it was becoming clear getting down to the next abandoned level that the damage was less and less. Then he heard it... "Connel"... he recognized the voice immediately. Hold... It was then a matter of finding where she was. [/I]

Desbre Gensan • Acier Moonbound • Coren Starchaser • Fa-Olan Warren • Valery Noble • Matsu Ike ​

 

[Acier Moonbound]

O B J E C T I V E- 1​

Location: Kashyyyk - Shadow Temple

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit| Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Commlink | Tic

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Connel Vanagor | Desbre Gensan | Valery Noble | Jax Thio | Gavin Restur | Fa-Olan Warren | Vyn Daldoure | Matsu Ike​

Ace listened as the ideas circled, eyes darting between each who spoke. Valery's calm call for sticking together, Desbre's sharp readiness, Gavin's steady agreement, even Jax's easy suggestion to split into pairs. It all made sense. Younger Jedi paired with the seasoned and all that.

But where did that put him? He wasn't Fa-Olan, bright-eyed and still learning, but he wasn't a Valery or a Jax either. Not yet. Somewhere in the middle, rough edges and all. The kind of fighter who trusted instinct and stubbornness more than doctrine. He wasn't sure how that translated into a clean box to check on Connel's chart.

Tic shifted uneasily on his back as Vyn raised his blaster toward the collapsed floor, the faint sound of something moving in the dark scraping along Ace's nerves. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing at the crevice, the Force was whispering that they weren't alone.

When Connel laid out the split, Ace gave a nod. He didn't know Connel well, but knew the man was competent, Ace was familiar with Gavin though, having done a few runs with him in the past. He eyed the datapad as it passed to Jax and Fa-Olan, then to Connel's own mask rig. Adjusting his belt, he fell a half step closer to Connel, voice carrying just enough for the others to hear

"What about Vyn? He heading topside or down with us?"

Whether Vyn came with, or went with the others - Ace felt as the air grew heavier as their group descended. Then he suddenly froze, feeling something brush alonge the edge of his senses. In that moment, Connel ordered for everyone to stop anyway. Guess he felt it too?​

 

[Tigris Aphra]

Location: Forest outside of Shadow Temple
Outfit
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, vibroblade,hunting knife, blaster pistol, utility belt
Tag: Vera Noble
Objective: II

She had not worked with Vera before, but Tigris was well acquainted with her master's daughter. Like most in her family, the teen was already making a name for herself. Taking after her parents, Vera was beautiful and physically impressive. As a teenager, Vera was already half a head taller than the tattooed Atrisian.

Tigris surveyed the landscape as the pair made their way into the forest, beneath the massive wroshyr trees. The former assassin had not been familiar with wildnerness places, until she met Everest Vale , who was the epitome of a nature girl. Focusing on their task, Tigris acclimated her senses to what felt natural and usual, so she could better discern something out of the ordinary.

Vera broke the silence between them with a question unrelated to their mission. It took the mission-minded Tigris off guard. Brushing aside loose strands of raven-black hair from her face, she glanced back at Vera. The hint of a sheepish grin touched her lips. The voice was not the same, but Vera's tone was very much like Valery.

"Yeah." Tigris responded non-committal as they tread carefully into the forest. She was pretty sure Vera knew about her and Eve, but the older padawan played along.

"Heard things huh?" Vera's comment was leading, and Tigris would play along. "What things, Vera?" Tigris quipped back, flashing a wry smile.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery tilted her head slightly when Connel Vanagor stopped short of handing her the datapad and instead passed it on to Fa-Olan. One brow arched, and a faint grumble slipped out under her breath. She knew exactly why he had done it. She might not be the most graceful with tech, but she wasn't about to admit that out loud.

Her gaze shifted back to the Padawan at her side, and she let the moment pass. "Looks like you and I are sticking together," she said with a small nod, "We'll cover our own stretch and keep in touch with the others if anything happens." Adjusting the strap of her pack again, she motioned for Fa-Olan to follow as she turned toward the opposite corridor.

"Stay close, trust your instincts, and let's see what we can find down here."

With that, Valery led the way into the darkened halls, her senses reaching out through the Force as she set the pace for their part of the mission.

Fa-Olan Warren Connel Vanagor​

 

[Matsu Ike]

Connel Vanagor Acier Moonbound Valery Noble

She watched from the branch of the tree for a moment, slowly observing the ones who were there and could get sort of an impression of them as she slipped off the tree but didn't touch the ground. Silently floating just above so she didn't disturb the underbrush. Connel was serious, his orders clear... the temple in ruins but she knew a few things. One was Caltin had opted for some of the modules mostly for training and they were made to last a long time. "Connel." She said it again while moving closer to get his attention when he stopped but found a nice place to hang around. Moving down as she went to sit her small frame on his shoulder.

"Fancy seeing you here." She said it looking at him and then she saw Acier with a wave. "Hello." Silvery white robes shifting just a little to not obstruct. Her presence radiating light while also a more curious probe with the force. Her form standing there with fractions of a centimeter off the ground as she hovered not disturbing the ground with her steps forward. "If it is any consolation, caltin's plan to use the gateway did work for getting people out. The few he sent to me are safe on the wandering mountain." She said it and held a hand up for a small force impression of the kyber mountain, jedi and padawans under twin suns as the mountain moved with the temple on it.

"He trusted my works then and now well. If you are here with this many either exploration or looking to rebuild." She left it more open while noticing a few of the others. She gave a small clap while moving. "Oh don't look so surprised. Your father saw a lot but he rarely wanted to go beyond a few discoveries of the force. We've managed to advance several skills among the jedi to breakthrough as it were into whole new territories. You traveling through the unbeing and the force here showed that." She held for a moment with a pause. "And I am saddened with the news, he was... gruff but a good friend."

She didn't stop as to not hold them up, she moved along into the ruins behind Valery Noble while her statue went to its full five foot size... usually smaller then most of the other jedi in a room but she rarely needed her size to be larger or bigger then others.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #1726
Location: Obelisk Station – Departure Run
Craft: Osprey UC-57 “Kettleblack”
Astromech: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Shy, awkward, and apparently allergic to conversations with actual legends.

Pre-flight done. Green across the board. Cloak purring like a tooka with warm milk. Easy.

Then came the hard part—other people.

I spotted Aris Noble first. You can’t not spot him. He’s a human skyscraper with muscles carved by a sculptor who got paid by the square meter. Then Reina Daival—hair like fire, eyes like a challenge. And Zaiya Ceti… glowing like sunrise wrapped itself around her shoulders.

I told myself: This is fine. Just walk over. Just say hi.
So I did. For about ten seconds.

Aris looked up, all friendly like he was ready to laugh me into a brotherhood. Zaiya tilted her head, curious. Reina actually gave a small wave—more “who’s this nervous kid?” than “welcome aboard,” but still.

And me? I panicked. Mumbled something about “systems checks,” saluted like a cadet on his first day, and retreated. Smooth, Michael. Real smooth.

“Wooo-dwoo.” [Translation: Congratulations. You just invented hyperspace-level social anxiety.]

Back in my cockpit, I told myself I’d do better next time. There’s always a next time, right? I’d practice what to say, rehearse my body language, and psych myself up. Maybe next time, I’d manage more than a panicked salute. After all, if I could handle hyperspace jumps, I could handle a simple conversation.

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Once we launched, it got easier. Just me, the Osprey, and the stars. Well—me, the Osprey, BRED, and two other Ospreys flying wing. The formation felt tight, disciplined. Like maybe I actually belonged here after allI focused on the mission, letting the rhythm of the flight calm my nerves. The stars stretched into brilliant streaks as we jumped, and for a moment, everything else faded. Maybe, I thought, I could get used to this. I could get used to this—the hum of the engines, the vastness of space, the sense of purpose in every mission. Maybe, just maybe, I was starting to find my place among the stars.

Then came the blip.

Imperial signatures. Battle group. Too close for comfort. My stomach dropped faster than a faulty repulsorlift. I scrambled to the cockpit, adrenaline surging as I powered up the engines. The ship's systems hummed to life, but the proximity alert blared louder. They were closing in fast, and I knew I had only seconds to decide—fight, flee, or face the consequences.

Easy, I told myself. It’s just a scan.

BRED didn’t help.

“Bwoo-dooo.” [Translation: Congratulations again. We’re about to die in an old freighter with bad upholstery.]

We didn’t. Cloaks held. Engines purred. Their sensors swept, then moved on. Thexann’s flight plan carried us right through the gap, like we’d threaded a needle in the dark. My heart rate’s still landing somewhere near Kashyyyk ahead of schedule. The adrenaline rush of that near-miss lingered, reminding me of the fragility of our situation. Yet, as the silence of space enveloped us once more, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment—survival against the odds, threading the needle in the vast, unforgiving dark.

We’re clear now. First leg done. Second part of the run ahead. Stars stretch on, wide and waiting. The vastness of space stretched endlessly before us, a silent reminder of our insignificance. Yet, in that quiet, I found a renewed sense of purpose. The second leg awaited, and with it, the promise of another narrow escape or a chance to prove our resilience.

And me? I keep wondering: is it harder dodging Imperial warships… or saying hello to people who might actually want me around? Maybe it’s not the warships or the people that scare me most, but the silence in between—the moments when I’m left alone with my thoughts, wondering if I’m running toward something or just trying to escape.

“Chrrp-weep.” [Translation: Definitely the people. Ships don’t care if you stammer.]

He’s not wrong.

– Michael A.
Pilot, Rookie, Trying to be Brave



TAG: Aris Noble | Reina Daival | Zaiya Ceti

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