Populate Through The Fire | GA Populate of Ponemah Terminal

[Dagon Kaze]

THROUGH THE FIRE
THE GREAT ERROR vol. I
Issue #7 w/ Jem Fossk Aerarii Tithe Auteme Ruus Seto Du Couteau

Makeshift medic camps dotted the streets of Jedha, or rather what remained of them. Those wounded seemed to be off the lesser number in comparison to those who had been fully wrapped beneath a white veil of cloth. A hundred or so engagements, skirmishes or full-blown battles, hung on his belt from the Stygian Campaign, and yet none could match the absolute destruction the New Sith Order and the Maw left behind despite the number of conflicts being half of that, maybe even less. Coruscant, Jakku, Jedha and all along the frontier the Maw and their Sith overlords left nothing but cinder and ash.

Not a single soul to remember.

Their legacy was built not by the word of mouth of their exploits but by the corpses that remained in their wake.

Dagon Kaze, Knight of the New Jedi Order, had miraculously survived an encounter with Darth Solipsis , the prophetized Sith'ari of the Sith... Jem's father. The raven-haired investigator had sought him out, fully prepared to give his life to end Solipsis' reign of terror. With the help of Zaka , he had managed to hang on a last, thin thread of life and escape being consumed by the Sith's maw of death. The epilogue of their battle had been marred by Dagon's decision to yank Zaka away from what looked like a vulnerable Solipsis. And yet, in the final moment, the Knight had seen through the Sith'ari deception, saving Zaka in the process. He could not, in his heart, live knowing he had gambled the Black Fang's life. But those details remained unsaid between the two Jedi as they had both had departed the scene in silence.

Some day soon he would explain but today... today he had to cling to life.

He's wrapping yet another bandage across his lacerating arm, going all the way across his chest, when the cameras start rolling and the Senatorial delegation marches down the street. He barely gives it any attention, life's nearly gone from his eyes as he's still recuperating from the Sith Lord's attempt to consume his life essence.

And then, the spotlight suddenly shifts to him when the damn Chancellor himself tries waving him in for a PR stunt.

Shaking his head curtly, he replies plainly, "Not here to net you next election's votes, Chancellor."

If there was anything more he wanted to add, it certainly abates at the sight of none other than his apprentice approaching the politician from his other side. As exhausted as he is, the Force tingles at the back of his head in warning.

"Jem!" and then the question that's been said a thousand and one times, "...what are you doing here?" as much as Dag wants to teach her discipline, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt. He'd come for Solipsis to end her plight. To end the curses he had cast upon his daughter.

And like always - he had failed.​

 

[Jem Fossk]

Object 2
Dagon Kaze Aerarii Tithe Auteme Ruus Seto Du Couteau

"Jem!"

She jolted, her gliding steps stopping in place.

"...what are you doing here?"

She found her Master's face with a flush of relief. It was only then that she seemed to realize what she had been doing. Her fingers left the hilt with a mechanical jerk. She tried to burry her emotions down, she tried to remember her teachings, but it was hard to keep calm as she approached to smell the blood on his person. Her nostrils flared, concern flooding her eyes before she found the words to answer.

"I heard what happened. I couldn't stay away anymore, I want to help..."

Her words flowed over her shoulder as she looked back. She eyed the new Chancellor with wary uncertainty. It really did sit wrong-- where he came from-- what her father was trying to do--

Her head turned unwillingly back to Dagon. She leaned in, voice strained. "Something's off... Don't you feel it?" Her fingers inched towards her hilt as she angled back towards the Chancellor.

A feral gleam pulled at her upper lips.




Unbeknownst to her, in the far distance, Darth Solipsis rose from the ruins again.

 

[Auteme]

Aerarii Tithe Ruus Seto Du Couteau Dagon Kaze Jem Fossk ​

Auteme moved forward, placing a hand on Aerarii's shoulder, grasping a bit firmly to discourage him from moving. She drew her lips into a tight smile.

"I, ah, think that's enough -- we can't expect everyone to have a complete understanding of politics," she said. Dagon wasn't at fault at all, she just found his reasoning a touch odd. He seemed almost allergic to what Aeris was always talking about. A symbol needed to be seen, and it seemed Dagon had no intention to be seen.

And, of course, there was a distinct lack of tact.

She wondered how Aeris was doing.

"Captain," she said, calling to the Senate Guardsman, "might I suggest we proceed elsewhere?"

Her eyes then fell to the girl who was struggling to control herself -- Jem, she remembered, though they'd never spent any time together. The girl's hand kept going to her saber. Auteme smiled, but her eyes betrayed her message: Don't try it.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: New Jedha
Equipment: Jedi Armor, DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Traden Avarice , Lyrrin , Open to others!

Jax was dreaming.

He dreamt that he was in one of the caves on the island of Ach-To the alleged birthplace of the Jedi. The Jedi Master was his 13 year old self again meditating with his Master: Oda feeling impatient and eager to explore. "Master," Jax whined. "I'm tired of this fracking mediating!"

"Watch your tongue Jax!" Master Oda said in a stern tone. "Clear your mind and allow the Force to guide you."

Jax grunted. "Well excuse me," he said trying to meditate but in reality he was falling asleep, it was so boring.

"Wake up Jax!" Oda snapped. "Do you feel it calling to you."

Jax fluttered his eyes open seeing the Cave ahead multiple voices communicating with him. Coercing Jax to explore deeper, "Master," Jax muttered fear flooding his body. "The Cave is calling me?"

"Yes," Oda got up and sighed. "You must go on your own and confront what's in there."

"But what will I find?" Jax whispered slowly getting up his body shaking. His feet were rooted on to the ground, his heart feeling as though it was submerged in the icy cold waters of Hoth.

"Only what you take with you," Oda said in a grim tone.

Jax slowly shook his head. "I'm..... afraid master," he whispered.

"You wanted to explore," Oda stated bluntly. "But sometimes when one explores, they stumble upon something that they won't like. As a Jedi you must keep a calm mind. Especially when you come face to face to their greatest enemy."

"Who?" Jax asked. "The Sith? The Dark Side?!"

Oda remained silent while the voices continued to commune with Jax. "They are calling to you." he said.

Jax gripped his Lightsaber frowning, Oda's face etched with disappointment but he gave a curt nod. Sighing, Jax began to inch his way towards the dark cave. He can feel the dark tendrils wrap around his beating heart waiting for the right time to consume him. "Your final test will be your most challenging Jax," Master Oda said. "Trust in the Force."

"You owe me a kriffin SMOKE, mate."

"What?" Jax slowly woke up the first thing he saw was the smoky sky. Pain a washed over his body especially his eye, the Jedi Master tried to open his eye but was unable to.

Reaching out, Jax could feel the burn marks around his eye. Fear took over as he tried to lift his eye lids only to realize that they were burned off. "Ah chit," Jax shot up hearing a loud snap on his back, groaning, Jax racked his brain trying to remember what happened.

The memory was hazy but Jax remembered Force Choking Marlon Sularen out of anger and rage. Jax remembered fighting himself attempting to stave off his bloodlust. Marlon took advantage of it and shot Jax in the eye causing him to fall from the large building. Now there was a voice cursing at him. Covering his eye, Jax looked up to who appeared to be a fellow Jedi trying to run off. "Hey!" Jax called coughing out some sand from his mouth. "Fracking sand."

"Where are you going?" Jax attempted to get up leaning against the wall for balance. "What happened to Jedha? Did we win?"

Honestly, his brain at this point was pretty much reduced to mush. He didn't know what the frack was going on.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

THROUGH THE FIRE
THE GREAT ERROR vol. I
Issue #7 w/ Jem Fossk Aerarii Tithe Auteme Ruus Seto Du Couteau

"I heard what happened. I couldn't stay away anymore, I want to help..."

"We're starting to repeat ourselves, aren't we?" a smile softened his fatigued features, they stayed true to their repertoire - he tells her sit, she stands, "...but that's the right mindset, apprentice--"

A very familiar voice took his attention, blue eyes shifting to meet none other than his old friend Auteme . All senatorial and whatnot. She'd made her decision. And there was nothing wrong with it.

"Well, hi to you too, A, I'm doing grea-- ouch! Thanks for asking." Dag scoffs, then a groan escapes his lips as he wraps yet another bandage across his scarred chest. The New Jedi leather jacket hanging on his shoulders shuddered with him. He was too exhausted, too wounded, to detect if there was any veiled animosity behind Auteme's words; the damage sustained of his near-mortal fight with the Sith Lord had impaired even his sharpest senses.

"--feel what?" he asks, narrowing his eyes back on Jem. "...what's wrong?"​

 

[Jem Fossk]

A thousand thoughts ran through Jem, each without the answers she needed. Darth Solipsis had warned her-- no, told her his plan, and it didn't stop here with this planet left standing.

So why would they retreat? Unless they didn't...

Her eyes drifted back to the new Chancellor, then to the jedi that stood knowingly besides him. Goosebumps speckled over arms as the woman smiled, paranoia casting shadows where there should have been light.

Fear brought the pieces together into an ugly picture, but before she could find her voice to say a word, Dagon addressed Auteme with a familiar tone.

Jem's mouth snapped shut.

"...what's wrong?"

Jem shook her head and forced herself to look away. "You're bleeding" She uttered tightly, her hand leaving her saber to grab at the bandages trailing off Dagon's chest. She stepped back behind him, tactfully removing herself from the politicians' sight.

She concentrated on fixing his bandage, a toxic thought slipping by.

She would have to handle this alone.

 

[Lyrrin]

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SIA Mission L-01 [BYOO]
Tags: Jax Thio | Traden Avarice​

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As Lyrrin continued to walk through the ruins and install surveilance devices his keen hearing picked up the sound of shifting rubble and heavy breathing at first he thought he had been hearing nothing and it was simply in his mind, but as a voice called out from that direction the Farghul walked towards it warily. He approached and crested a pile of duracrete to see Jax Sloane who looked to be marred in the face. Lyrrin considered him for a moment then quickly made his way down to the man's side and squatted down near him "Hey- what happened? Are you okay?" he asked with audible concern in his voice. Lyrrin was dressed only in a pair of loose fitting pants and a shoulder cloak with a drawn hood. His body was covered from his clawed toes to his face in brown fur, and his fingers were tipped in small claws. Around his left wrist was a strange bulky vambrace of sorts and on his hip was belt with a large square pouch. Overall he looked like a casual citizen of the Alliance and not at all like a SIA Agent - but that was point!

The agent put a hand into the large belt pouch and withdrew a Trispray from it then hovered it over the damaged eye "This is going to hurt a bit but don't rub anything." he said sternly and applied the medicine with an audible hissing.

 

[Traden Avarice]

Operation: BYOO
Location: New Jedha
Tags: Jax Thio Lyrrin , Marlon Sularen , Open to anyone


Suddenly the Jedi seemed to be trying to get up off the ground in a panic. Traden looked over at him, squinting, and then suddenly observing the hole in the poor mans head.

"Ah... yeah..." he pulled himself up to his feet, suddenly very concerned for the Jedi, "That looks... unhealthy." He said, not sure what to do for a wound that severe. He patted at his pockets, as if some medicine would suddenly reveal itself mysteriously. "Hey. Let me take a look in the speeder... may have somethin'..." He ran over to the speeder and began to search the containers in the back for something... anything...

Jax Thio said:

"Hey!" Jax called coughing out some sand from his mouth. "Fracking sand."
"Where are you going?" Jax attempted to get up leaning against the wall for balance. "What happened to Jedha? Did we win?"

"One second there, mate!" He called back, grabbing some clothes and a bottle of alcohol from the bike. "Eh, yeah... we won! thanks to men like yourself." He heard another voice murmuring something. He turned around and saw what looked to be a citizen helping the Jedi.

Traden immediately sighed in relief, "Thank the force..." he muttered. If this man had been left alone in his care, he would have surely died. Traden walked back up to the two of them, standing there looking on as the newcomer sprayed something onto the wound. Traden grimaced, imagining it probably didn't feel very pleasant.

"That doesn't look fun." He commented. Suddenly the force alerted him to something imminent as the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

ZZING ZZING ZZING

His saber leapt up from its holster instantly and ignited into a brilliant teal color as blaster bolts from across the street were deflected away from the citizen and the injured Jedi.

His free hand grabbed his SMG Blaster that was strapped to his shoulder, pulling it up quickly and releasing a volley at the enemy combatants. Two of them flinched backwards as the blasts impacted their bodies, throwing them to the ground dead. The third ignited a red saber and began to run towards Traden.

Then more blaster fire erupted from a cross street down the road...

Tradens lightsaber continued to deflect the blaster bolts back towards the enemies. His SMG turned and released another volley:

BBRA BBRA BBRA BBRA BBRA!!

One fell, the other fled. Traden shifted his focus back to the force user...

The red saber was descending down upon him already as the enemy leapt up into the air and attacked him from above. Traden ducked, meeting the blade in the air with a sizzling crack as their sabers connected for the first time. The man stood up and glared at Traden, their blades still connected and crackling with brilliant light. Traden glared down at his enemy, his eyes narrow, anticipating the fight that was about to begin.

 

[Gorthalon]

OBJ. 1: I Hate Sand.

Atmosphere
PONEMAH TERMINAL
LANDING BAY & REFUGEE RELIEF CHECKPOINT
Tag: Elpsis Kerrigan | Open.
Nearby: Kalie Alverez
TLDR: Gorthalon arrives via shuttle to Ponemah and aids in distributing relief supplies at the landing bay.
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The 7'6 tall beast emerged from the Alliance transport shuttle that took him from the cold, desecrated vistas of New Jedha City to the expansive desert planet of Ponemah Terminal. With one hand holding onto the duffel bag on his right shoulder, and the other hand carrying his datapad, he took a few steps away from the shuttle and stopped to take in his surroundings.

The landing bay of this settlement was bustling, but more organized than the scarred world he just defended from the Brotherhood of the Maw. The refugees he had volunteered to provide aid for flocked to prominent relief providers that have arrived under the banner of the Galactic Alliance. The battle-painted face of the Maw War Machine screamed at Jedha, and upon its bone-chilling wave of terror the refugees drifted helplessly all the way to Ponemah Terminal. Solemn feelings of loss and despair blended with frustrated denial as the crowds ascended the stages of grief, each individual facing the mirror of reality the best they knew how.

The waking engines of the shuttle that dropped him off were beginning to create a storm of sand on the landing pad and the Yuzzem turned away from it. He raised his datapad to check up on any internal debriefs that the Galactic Alliance Defense Force may have issued since the attack. A message from Central Command made him rear his head in surprise. He released the hold on the duffel bag on his shoulder, slightly tilted to the side to prevent it from sliding off, and tapped on the screen to open the encrypted message.

He had been promoted to First Lieutenant. He looked up, stared at the tan horizon for a moment, then shifted his gaze back down on the datapad. Slowly, the shuttle in the background took off vertically and clumps of sand settled into mounds in a circular pattern where it once landed. Gorthalon appreciated the recognition he had received from the Galactic Alliance Army, yet the price for his promotion weighed heavy on his primal soul. Although war is something the former slave is yet to fully acclimatize to, he knew loss and brutality well from his years as an arena fighter. He knew he had to move on eventually, but greatly empathized with the affected citizens. That is exactly why he was here. The attack on Jedha was barely repelled; nonetheless, the day was won and reinforcements would neutralize any lingering threats that may have remained on Jedha.

But with the news of the waves of refugees being relocated to Ponemah, Gorthalon was reminded of his internal code to always go where the needs were most dire. To seek out the abysmally downtrodden; to help those that have the least to offer in return.
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That was the Yuzzem way.​

Tossing his datapad into his duffel bag and looping the other strand around his left shoulder, with strict determination, he made his way to the first makeshift military tent deeper inside the landing bay to report in. Towering over most species, he was always restless in large crowds, but it also made it effortless to wade through the oceans of people. Many around him felt wary of his presence, but mostly appeared to let go of their apprehensions upon catching a glimpse of the blue and yellow Alliance Army insignia on the weapon belt across his chest. Within a couple of minutes, he was already unloading heavy boxes from a newly arrived shuttle to assist in the distribution process.
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[Kirie]

Trailing behind Tithe and Auteme, Kirie felt as if she had travelled back in time, almost two decades prior, to her time on Commenor as personal assistant to the Queen, Lady Kay. Back then, she had been a young woman who’d only just left her home on Balmorra. In the years that had followed Kirie had been through so much, and there was little of her life since Commenor that she could call particularly positive. Kirie, like almost everyone in the Galaxy, had suffered much in the last several decades.

Now here she was again, having seemingly completed a full circle. Some things were different, sure, Kirie was older, and instead of the lush greenery of Commenor she was walking through the aftermath of a warzone, and her employers were politicians and Jedi instead of royals and businesspeople, but it felt the same. She wondered if it would end the same way too.

Up ahead, Auteme and the recently appointed Chancellor Tithe conversed, as the Chancellor posed for the media, and made appearances across the devastated city. Around them, the real work of search, rescue and relief began. As they stepped out of the shuttle for the fifth time, Kirie longed to join them.

The Alliance represented a real opportunity for meaningful change in the Galaxy, possibly even a chance to end the cycle of upheaval and destruction she felt trapped in. That was a vision both she and Auteme shared, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that the business of Alliance politics was going to be a difficult obstacle to overcome. It was one thing to propose reforms, even to testify to the Senate on the problems of the Alliance and the Jedi, it was a completely different thing to act.

How then to work with the Alliance without becoming a tool for the status quo? She had already experienced manipulation with the recent affair with the Jedi on Coruscant, and Kirie was determined not to be used again.

Lost in thought, she let the pair of politicians move along ahead of her, stopping to examine a recreation of a carving in a proto-Basic script. It stood in stark contrast to the pillars of smoke and scorched ground around her.

"I wish I didn't have to see places like this anymore" said Kirie, mostly to herself.

A senate guard nudged her along and Kirie picked up her pace, falling into step beside Auteme as the group approached a loose gathering of Jedi at the end of the street. She gave the woman a sidelong glance, trying to gauge how she felt about being here on the side of the Chancellor, if she felt the same discomfort.

Auteme | Aerarii Tithe | Seto Du Couteau | Jem Fossk | Ruus

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[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Gorthalon

She'd been here before. Not exactly in this place. This was her first time on Ponemah Terminal. The scenery was different, as were the faces. But the context was the same. The detritus of war had gathered her. The air was awash with pain, desperation, anger and loss. All these feelings resonated through the Force.

Mothers clutched their babes, children looked for their parents. The wounded sought relief for their pain. Aid workers, many of them overworked and with bags under their eyes, tried to distribute aid. Perhaps Elpsis was simply too desensitised. But it was a familiar sight. All part of the cycle. A more idealistic soul would have felt outrage. They would have vowed that this suffering would end.

Elpsis was no idealist. Not all who had been crammed into the makeshift tents would live to see another day. And they would not be the last innocents to endure such suffering. The Maw was just the latest in a long string of evil barbarians, and it would not be the last. The Alliance was just the latest government chanting fancy slogans about 'democracy, hope and change'. Elpsis was no believer.

Still, she had a duty to fulfil. She stepped out of the shuttle with an all too awkward gait. The whirr of servos was evident when she walked. The leg prothesis was still new, and took time to get used to. She had been told to rest. It would have been the sensible thing to do. It still hurt to walk. Elpsis had never been the type to chose the easy way out. When she committed to an action, she did it to excess. Long red hair framed a viciously scarred face. Her dead eyes were milky-white. She wore a simple olive green Firemane uniform.

"Alright, people, find out who's running things, get the supplies distributed," she ordered. The refugees would not be getting speeches from her. They needed aid, not platitudes. Besides, she was not good at speechifying. And ever since being tortured on Tephrike, it hurt her throat if she raised her voice. She had not been able to round up many people on short notice. Just a few military buddies and a bunch of retainers who worked for House Kerrigan. But the shuttle carried all manners of supplies. A drop of water on a hot stone, in the greater scheme of things. More would come. But not everyone in the camp would have that much time.

"The camp is packed. There won't be enough for everyone. The vulnerable need to come first," Diona observed stoically, as she took in the sea of misery. She too had seen this too many times. But there had been a time when she would have been part of the cause of it. She pushed the thought from her mind.
Elpsis did not like it, but nodded. "Children, women with kids, elderly, heavily wounded." She glanced at a pale, slender Rattataki in her retinue. "You alright?" she asked, feeling the vibes coming from her.
"Yes," Rhea answered curtly. "It just...reminds me of home. The camps there," she trailed off. Home was Tephrike. A war-torn hellhole. But its humanitarian crisis would not receive succour from the galaxy. Too isolated, too irrelevant, too much of a mess. "We must make sure nothing gets stolen," the Rattataki stated brusquely.

"Yes, nonlethal force," Elpsis agreed. Desperate people did desperate things. She would know. Diona and Rhea picked up a crate each, with the human choosing a particularly heavy one, along with the couple House Kerrigan retainers Elpsis had been able to mobilise on short notice. Elpsis winced as she bent down to grab one, but persevered. "Shikoba, you know what to do?" she asked.

The Vashyada was already moving into the landing bay. While Diona and Rhea had donned uniform similar to Elpsis, the wood elf was dressed in simple robes. "The song of life is full of pain. I shall seek out those who require succour and whose souls are not fated to be claimed by the spirits today, and aid them. And ease the passing of those fated for the great beyond." By now Elpsis had grown used to to the flowery way Shikoba talked. "Alright, good. Do your thing. Thanks for pitching in."
"I came here not for you, but because the spirits guided me here." And then she was off.

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW
Ruins of the Temple of Kyber
Arlo Renard

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Rubble and dust slowly rolled from the emergent figure as he rose, parting the wreckage of Jedha’s Temple of the Kyber. Hard coarse rock smacked against his thick black armor coated in fine grade stone dust. Pulling himself out from under the death-trap, the Dark Lord brought himself to his feet and opened his eyes.

Witness.

Twin beacons of hate, stained eyes lit aflame with the sulfuric coating of the Dark Side’s embrace. He set upon the world around him with a terrible glare as his yellow eyes adjusted to the light and surroundings around his person. He had survived the collapse of the temple and had been foiled from taking one of the Jedi number into the storm with him.

<Stop!> he ordered. <Don't make any sudden movements!>

The Sith’ari’s head tilted, swinging toward the source of this voice with a slow predatory scan. His eyes stopped upon the image of the brandished weapon held by Arlo Renard before him. The Dark Lord sneered with a cold emotionless glare.

“Give it to me.”

He extended his hand.

“Now.”

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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O P E R A T I O N_S T O R M F R O N T

FINAL DAWN
JEDHA , MID RIM

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As Jax fell from the Roof of the Building in which he and Sularen had confronted each other , the Elite Raptor Commandos broke free from the Jedi Masters Force Stasis which had kept them frozen in place throughout the confrontation forcing them to watch helplessly as their Leader was asphyxiated by the Jedi Master through the Force. Fortunately for them , Sularen had managed to save themself but now they needed to bring their now Unconscious Grand Overseer to safety to ensure that he couldn't be captured by the Alliance.

One of the Raptors inspected the Grand Overseer using his advanced vision to scan him for any injuries. “He’s alive with minor damage to his voice box.” he said without emotion. “We need to get him to somewhere safer , staying here on the roof will expose us to enemy forces” the rest of the Raptors agreed with Two Raptors conducting a Two-Person Extremity Carry in order to carry their Grand Overseer to safety while one Raptor rushed to the edge of the Building to check on Jax Thio to make sure he was dead. However what he saw instead surprised him.

Jax, despite having suffered a shot straight to the eye , was still alive and standing , the Raptor then turned around and informed his comrades of his discovery. “Captain Reed , the Jedi! He’s still alive” Captain Reed , the Leader of the Squad of Raptor Commandos which now acted as Sularen’s Personal Guard and the one who had scanned the Grand Overseer turned around in shock realizing the threat the Jedi now posed to the group. “Then we must move out at once. He can alert more enemies to converge on our Position.” Soon enough , the Raptors (Still Carrying Sularen) entered the Building through one of the rooftop entrances and began making their way down towards the ground level so that they could begin their journey to get their Grand Overseer to relative safety away from those who might seek to imprison him.

As they arrived at the Ground Level of the Building the Raptor heard the sound of Blaster Fire and that of a Lightsaber deflecting them , putting them on high-alert as they moved forth to draw out their Weapons (Except for the Ones Carrying Sularen). Reed then motioned two Raptors to scout out the area up ahead to make sure that they were clear to move outside the Building. Soon enough , two Raptors emerged from the Building and they soon spotted a Jedi engaging what they could assume as a Sith Mawite. One of the Raptors soon contacted Reed through the Comms informing him of the current situation. “Captain Reed , we have eyes on a Jedi on the Streets nearby. He seems distracted so we should be clear to move ahead.”

“Copy that.” the Captain replied. “Is there anything else we should be aware of?” the Captain asked once more. “Other than the Jedi injured by our Grand Overseer nothing else.” the Raptor replied. “Good , we have an opening. With the First Jedi injured and the Second one distracted we can easily slip by. Raptors move out”

Thus the group of Raptors emerged from the Building still carrying Sularen as they began a quick dash towards the next building opposite to the one they came out of. If they could successfully evade the Jedi and the GADF , Sularen could return to Mawite Territory at ease in order to continue operating against the Alliance and make preparations for Operation Deathstroke.

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Tags | Jax Thio | Traden Avarice | Lyrrin ​

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[Arlo Renard]

Objective: Jump the Dark Lord
Location: Ruins of the Temple of the Kyber
Tags: Darth Solipsis

Kai relaxed his stance ever so slightly, as though about to cave in to the mysterious figure’s demands. Instead, he reached up and touched the comlink in his ear, sending out an electronic distress signal to anyone nearby.

<Surrender your weapons,> he ordered the Sith. <You won’t be taking mine.>

 

[Westenra Mina]

WearIng: Gladiator Armor (Heavily Damaged)

Armed with: Five Rings

Configurations present: Lynda (See Bio)

Tags: Open

The Alliance Special Forces Squad and the entire team of Jedi Guardians were horrified by what they saw.

Piles, mountains of Maw Corpses, all eviscerated cruelly, some in such great amounts they actually had trouble navigating. The reports were that a singular being was responsible for this. Something the locals, even some Alliance personnel were calling The Demon of Jedha.

How could a single being Rip and Tear so many?

In the chaos that followed the Maw evacuating, they almost hadn't identified this singular Force of Destruction. Only the on site testimony from Soldiers who had also fought the Bryn'adul when Nar Kreeta had been retaken had allowed them to identify the perpetrator.

It should have been obvious in retrospect. Multiple soldiers had witnessed the carnage she was capable of at Nar Kreeta, butchering countless Draelvasir to defend an unconscious Thurion Heavenshield . Saving the King of Midvinter should have made her a Hero but the strange mercenary shunned such titles, preferring to get paid.

Something, obviously, had changed---the Mercenary who charged exorbitant amounts of credits for her expertise in killing had fought at Jedha free of charge and killed far, far more than she had in any previous conflict.

The Jedi among them were sickened by the eviscerated corpses. It was one thing to kill the enemy, but it was obvious that not only had Lynda killed, she had done it in as painful a manner as she could manage. They had all suffered at her hands.

The GA was keeping it quiet. But news like this would get out. The Maw getting sliced up like this? No way they could keep a lid on it.

The Demon of Jedha was too good a propaganda tool not to use. The results, grotesque though they were, simply could not be disputed: Victory through sheer, brutal, unflinching attrition.

The GA wanted to use her in their Propaganda, but the Jedi had severe misgivings: What kind of message did it send if they condoned the sheer level of slaughter The Demon had inflicted? What if she was an even worse threat than that which she fought?

The soldiers were there to locate her, try to detain her peaceably for debriefing and questioning. The Jedi were there to make certain she...complied...

Trouble was, how do you make something that deadly comply with you? Lynda The Mercenary clearly didn't fear Adepts...a few Sith bodies, eviscerated just as totally as the Maw's were, testified just how much of a threat she was...

As the team moved past the piles of dead, the scene grew worse. Whatever she was, she had gotten hold of a tank at some point and ran large numbers of them over. Then she had downed an assault shuttle full of Maw. They found Sith impaled on spikes Gary Oldman style, not as many as Maw, but that didn't change anything.

When they finally found her, she was leaning against a broken wall, having killed the last of the Maw still in her area...

She was covered in blood, eyes bloodshot, twitching, her databases were glitched, unable to process her pain and rage at the corpses of children she had pulled from the rubble at Coruscant, and especially unable to process her fury at losing her rabbit and turtle to the Maw.

The Soldiers and Jedi , quietly, tactically surrounded her but kept their distance. She didn't seem to notice them, her red and blue hoplite armor being horribly damaged.

"Ummm...Lynda, right?" The lead Soldier called out, trying to keep the fear out of his voice and not quite succeeding.

Lynda spared him a glance and he flinched.

"What is it?" Lynda asked emptily, wanting to kill more Maw. "Can't you see I'm trying to think?"


OOC: Open to Jedi characters

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: New Jedha
Equipment: Jedi Armor, DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Traden Avarice , Lyrrin , Marlon Sularen (Enemy)

Jax was like a lost kid looking for his Mom in the streets of Coruscant stumbling around attempting to see. While his left eye was perfectly fine, there was a huge blind spot on his right. It didn't help that the pain from his injury was still burning a bit, right now he needed to follow what appeared to be a fellow Force Sensitive. The Jedi Master did sense that he was strong in the Force then again he was in some pain. "Hey," Jax wanted to say but then a Fargul came in his way asking he needed. He was pretty young and was dressed in garbs, one of the survivors of Jedha?

"Let's just say," Jax chuckled. "That I really need to learn Soresu." Shien just wasn't enough anymore, if Jax were to meet marksmen like Marlon then It was best to outlast them while looked for a different approach.

The Fargul then took out what appeared to be Trispray holding it near his eye. "Now wait just a moment," Jax said after he warned him that it will sting. "Now kid," Jax said. "I don't-"

As soon as he sprayed, Jax howled with pain, he attempted to clutch his eye he needed to endure this. After all, he was only trying to help..... right? "Ah frack!" Jax yelled shaking his head.

It took half a second for the pain to subside before Jax sighed, he still couldn't see from his eye but at least it wasn't hurting anymore. "Thanks," Jax chuckled. "Should hold before I get to a medical center."

The other Force Sensitive mentioned that the Galactic Alliance won the battle. Jax's heart swelled with rejuvenation, they actually won! They can beat these bastards back. "Excellent!" Jax said. "We need Jedha to form an effective defense, but we can beat these pieces of chit!"

It wasn't enough to avenge the deaths of innocents back at Coruscant, but It was a start. "So?" Jax said. "What are your-"

Jax's body went rigid, there was a disturbance in the Force. The other man probably sensed as well judging by how alert he was. Just then a barrage of blaster fire came from all angles. "Damn!" Jax could sense his Lightsaber from somewhere in the rubble. Reaching out to the Force, he managed to pull it out activating it as soon as it reached his hand and began to deflect the blaster bolts.


"We got to get out of here!" Jax shouted before seeing a Sith Lord jumping down colliding sabers with the man.

"A fellow Jedi," Jax smirked continuing to deflect the blaster bolts.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective Two: Pay the Tithe
Location: Jehda City, Jedha
Action: Walking and Putting on a smile for the Cameras,
Attire

The crowd of photographers and journalists never appeared to lessen, but a hardly surprising fact of the situation. After all, this was an Alliance victory, a chance to show our citizens that we are still capable of defending our borders. The thought barely convinced Seto himself, but even he couldn’t deny the good that had been done these past few days. Jedha required time to heal and with a stronger Alliance presence, the recovery process would be able to ramp up without much in the way of any hindrances. Pirates and the like always knew when to strike at a vulnerable supply line, thankfully Seto heard that the Defense Fleet had doubled their efforts to keep the northern region of Alliance space better protected.

Though that was probably because of another possible Maw invasion force.

Seto inwardly sighed, struggling to keep his emotions bottled up, he had originally wanted to escape a few of his duties from Coruscant. And I wrongly assumed volunteering here would relieve me of some headaches, instead it gave me an even larger compounded one. The young Du Couteau heir counted his blessings though, as it had been a miracle that he had been able to defend the Starport and keep himself hidden. A Senator with secret Force powers was the last thing that needed to be told to the Senate and less so to any Jedi. Best for that moment to be lost to obscurity, or more likely, overshadowed by future battles and wars. And hopefully future miracles.

The young Du Couteau heir continued to walk ahead, his eyes constantly wandering towards the ruins and debris, scars and wounds of a battle. A visible cost to our victory. Looking a bit ahead, he noted a rather large gathering of Jedi around the Chancellor. If it had been perhaps a month ago, this would be cause for some alarm, but for the moment it was important for the Holonet to see the bounds of the Jedi and Alliance as closer than what it had been before the Maw’s attack. Seto paused for a moment, his hands gently massaging his cheeks as his impish grin returned to give the cameras and holonet to capture his good side. I don’t need to hide myself completely behind the flowers.

Quickly moving up towards the Chancellor, Seto carefully waded closer and bowed in respect to those around before speaking. “I apologize for the intrusion, Chancellor.” Seto began, before nodding towards the others close by; “-Lady Auteme, Knight Kaze, and fellow Jedi.” Seto concluded, flashing his boyish grin and deep azure eyes before returning his attention to the Chancellor.

“A quick update, the process of finding temporary housing for the refugees of Jedha is moving at a surprising rate. By the end of the month we should see the majority of the displaced citizens find a new place to call home. More good news for the press to report, and I will have a preliminary financial report available for publication to further emphasize the Alliance catching a second wind.” Seto quickly explained, the pressers would no doubt carry until the end of the day so he figured it would give the Chancellor a better headline to triumph.

A feeling of weakness rose from his knees, Seto braced and kept himself upright through it all, "-With that, I will take my leave and give a final wave and kiss goodbye to the cameras." Turning back to face the others nearby and offering a bow before taking his leave.
​

|| Auteme | Aerarii Tithe | Jem Fossk | Dagon Kaze | Kirie ||

 

[Kalie Alverez]

MISSION CODENAME: MUNDET
LOCATION: PONEMAH TERMINAL (REFUGEE CAMP)
DESIGNATION: SENATOR OF LUJO
CLASSIFICATION: UNDERCOVER
ACTIVE AGENT: KALIE ALVEREZ
PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: OBJECTIVE ONE: I HATE SAND
SECONDARY OBJECTIVES: PRESENT AID AS REPRESENTATIVE OF THE KOBITANA FOUNDATION.
TOP SECRET OBJECTIVE: DEVELOP SECRET HIDDEN UNDERGROUND STAGING AREA FOR SIA & BLACK OPS OPERATIONS INTO BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW TERRITORIES.
COVER ALIAS: TIRESH KOBITANA
NEARBY TAGS: Gorthalon & Elpsis Kerrigan (OPEN! )

CURRENT PERSONA: TIRESH KOBITANA - SENATOR OF LUJO

​

The wind howled across the desert sand, causing visibility to be very limited as the sand tossed itself about in the air. This caused many to wrap clothes around their heads and faces so as to keep the sand out of their lungs. Tiresh followed suit, quickly wrapping a scarf around her mouth and nose as she headed quickly towards her operations tent, leaving her father as he left in his personal shuttle and headed back to Jedha to continue oversight of the refugee migration. She flung open the flap and shut it quickly behind her, attempting to keep the storm on the outside as much as possible.

Two men and a woman stood around a table at the center of the tent, which had a large holoprojection displaying in front of them. The projection displayed plans for a permanent colony development on Ponemah. All three turned and nodded with respect as Tiresh approached the table.

"Mitka. Good to see you. Jart... Phreshna..." She greeted the three of them with a nod. "Senator Kobitana, an honor as always." Mitka reset the projection, zooming out to display the entire project from a surface perspective. "The final tweaks have been made, we should be ready to begin development by the end of the week." Tiresh nodded, her eyes darting back and forth at the points of interest and changes she had personally requested. "Good work, Mitka. You have permission to proceed." Mitka nodded, then raised her eyebrow slightly towards the other two gentleman in a gesture that suggested that she desired to be alone with the Senator. Picking up on the visual cue, they both bowed and left the tent immediately.

Mitka and Tiresh both looked at each-other knowingly, "I'll close the tent..." Tiresh stated as she walked over and tied the flaps shut securely. Mitka type in a command, and suddenly the hologram flipped onto its side and displayed a sophisticated network of rooms, hallways, and various other structures deep below the surface of the colony. "'Operation Counterstrike' still has some question marks..." Mitka commented, pointing to a specific area on the map. Tiresh walked back up to the table and studied the details of the diagram. Everything needed to be perfect, and everything needed to be hidden. If any of this somehow got leaked, it would all be for nothing. The SIA needed a staging area to launch deep undercover missions and black-ops operations inside the Brother of the Maw Territories, and Ponemah was the perfect location. Plus, the development of a new colony for the displaced refugees of Jedha was the perfect cover.

Please, don't take this whole secret operation the wrong way... Tiresh was deeply concerned for the refugees and was grateful that she could step in and help them in this difficult circumstance. But Tiresh also had a bigger vision in mind... a bigger dream...

She was fighting the hidden fight, trying to make sure this kind of injustice was put to rest once and for all. And with the SIA obtaining the Heartseeker, and with it, hopefully the location of their home planet... There was a profound opportunity in front of them to deal a devastating blow to the Brotherhood of the Maw... A true and fulfilling payback for their desecration of Coruscant.

And she was building the SIA a secret underground bunker, right on the edge of Maw territory, ready to stage the strike when the opportunity presented itself.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Locke //:

"Ah, karking chit."

Allyson sat up and pushed off the broken corpses from the army that Caelitus had brought with them. It seemed, for the most part, she had been blown away from his last attack. Most of the fight was hazy, but she could feel the lingering pain in her shoulder. Looking down, Allyson saw the lovely hole that was burned into her flesh. "Great." She moved from where she sat and shoved another body off of her. Allyson stood slowly and rolled her shoulder, then winced. It was a bad move, so was fighting whoever the sith lord was.

Moving away from the battlefield, Allyson focused a little healing on the wound. Looking at the necrotic flesh, the Corellian paused, realizing that the dark side of corruption hindered the recovery. "Got to be kidding me." Stopping, Allyson leaned against one of the walls torn down from the explosion of the black site. It seemed everything had gone according to most of the plan. Hopefully, that the information was downloaded, and they didn't lose anything or anyone of value.

Allyson could feel her breathing labored; the attack on her shoulder must have been lower than she initially thought. Touching her comm to her ear, she opened a line to Taiia. The woman was the entire reason Allyson could muster enough power to withstand the terror that Caelitus pulled from the Corellian's mind. She had to survive, and not seeing her when she was waking up felt a bit alarming.

"Taiia? Taiia, what's your location?"

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

PAY THE TITHE
JEDHA CITY // JEDHA

Auteme | Ruus | Jem Fossk | Seto Du Couteau | Dagon Kaze | Kirie

Under the watchful eye of Ruus and the Senate Guards, Tithe posed for holos with the Jedi who had defended Jedha from the Brotherhood. Dagon, whose name featured heavily in the after-action reports the Chancellor had read on his journey from Coruscant, seemed unimpressed with Tithe’s arrival. “I’m here as but a servant of the people,” he lied, not acknowledging the accusation he was campaigning. “And, might I add, thank you for your service, brave Jedi.” How could someone with such reverence for the Jedi be accused of hating them?

Auteme, the consensus builder, cut in and suggested that they keep moving. The Senate Guards reorientated themselves and move down the street as the holoreporters scrambled for a better angle. The whole production was a macabre display, a clash of political point-scoring and the brutalities of war. But if the Chancellor knew this, he gave no sign, indeed looking for the next holo opportunity. If they got one more good shot in the can this could make the Senate District primetime bulletin.

Seto approached and updated Tithe on the refugee situation and the financial impacts on the Alliance. “Refugees,” Tithe mused as he stroked his chin. “Yes, how very unfortunate.” The filthy and downtrodden would help to humanise the wealthy Aargauun politician. That would be the winning pair - brave, wounded soldiers and innocent victims of the enemy’s brutality. Just so long as he didn’t need to be seen with them for too long.

Tithe was about to step off toward the refugee camps when he caught the gaze of a young brunette Padawan. “Jem Gaelor, Padawan,” explained his senior chief of staff into his ear, sensing that the young woman had caught the Chancellors eye. She seemed… distant, lost, yet also coiled and ready. “My dear,” he asked, stepping forward, unsure what about her drew him in. “Is anything the matter?”