Through the Wreckage - SJO Dominion of Charros IV Hex

[Eugen Aker]

Charros IV. Days after a drive-by assault by the Galactic Empire fires still raged across the planet, leaving grey skies and tainting the air with smoke. Where it stormed, the falling raindrops were black from ash.

There was still sporadic fighting here and there against stragglers that had failed to retreat (no prisoners were being taken by the Xi-Charrians), but an eerie quiet had fallen across most of the planet, entire regions of the surface having been simply vaporized from existence.

But with the quiet came anything but solace. Billions of Xi Charrians now mourned over the destruction of several cathedral factories, holy sites for the insectoid race. Millions more cried for themselves, having sustained injuries that would prevent them from working and achieving salvation according to their faith.

A greatly distraught Arisa observed the hellish landscape below from the observation deck of a medical liner, bone tired. She would still be down there sifting through the wreckage for survivors if not for being on the verge of collapse, scarcely collecting more than a few hours of sleep in the days after the major fighting had ended, only sustained through meditation and stim paks.

Now holed up in comfortable quarters for the night, she felt like she could just drop and sleep forever, but there were still things she had to do. One more uncomfortable conversation. One last command.

Objectives​

Following the Charros IV hex invasion of the Galactic Empire, the SJO and its allies are working closely with the local governments of Charros IV and Bimissaari for disaster relief and dispensing aid. In the background, small battles still continue against GE holdouts and mercenaries hired for the invasion.

In addition to fighting on Charros IV, there have been a series of terrorist attacks targeting refugee camps on Bimmisaari. Stop the terrorists and bring them to justice.

(If anyone is interested in running around as opposition during the Dominion, then shoot me a PM or contact me over Discord.)

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[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: Defend one of the camps from terrorist attack on Bimisaari - W/Starwind & Vahn

Charros IV had been hit by an invasion, and while the tide had quelled, there still existed the issues on the planet itself. Bodies were everywhere, and people were mourning their loved ones. The fact was, despite all of that, there was still people who wished to bring harm. While the Silvers were trying their best to dispense disaster relief, there was still fighting, and they needed hands who could fight. And fighting was... Well, it was most of what Josh knew how to do, quite frankly. So here to fight, he was.

While a pacifist by nature, Josh knew that in this case, it was needed to protect the people of this planet. In this case, it was protecting the refugees in camps from the terrorists who had come to bring said harm to them. The Jedi Master would advance toward one of the camps, riding a swoop bike and fully decked out in his robes, though armored underneath. He would be flanked by his most able Padawans [member="Douglas Starwind"], and [member="Anora Vahn"], the former who had received his lightsaber already, while Vahn would be given a light vibroblade, being the closest thing to a lightsaber. Both Padawans flanked his sides.

With his experience, he did wish [member="Dusaro Dresari"] could have been with them, but he had been adamant about going to Charros IV, and while Josh did recommend he come with them, Dusaro felt it was the best decision. Josh wasn't going to force him of course, so he wished him the best and gave coordinates in case he changed his mind.

"I already saw the terrorists coming from not far from here... Once we reach the camp, they'll be almost on top of them!" Josh would call to his team. "Be ready to draw your weapons the moment we land! Be ready for combat!"

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Bimmisaari
Objective: Resume negotiations
Allies: SJO

It was weird to think of it all. The Galactic Empire launched a hit-and-run attack on Charros IV and, while the bravery of the Silver Jedi military was commendable, not being able to maintain air superiority cost the SJ the planet in the ground assault that ensued. Also the brunt of the attack was borne on that planet, and in the initial assault, Bimmisaari saw no action in the opening stages of the battle, and even now the Imperial stragglers still left on Bimmisaari can mostly be classified as terrorists. For that task, she trusted whatever was on hand, with most of the planet's garrison now fanned out across the pockets of terrorists. After going to Alpha Mae where a batch of Xi Charran refugees, with a few Bimms mixed in, were relocated, she was now to return to the Tower of Law, where she was to resume her work started while the attack on Charros was underway. The Bimm leadership still somehow trusted her to get the work done, and invited her to another meeting to discuss... how the entry of the Xi Charrans in the refugee scene affected their ability to host them. Thus far they agreed to provide food and fuel vouchers, paid for with war bonds. But would the addition of the Xi Charrans in the equation change their willingness to provide such?

"Grave news from Charros IV: the destruction of many of their cathedral factories forced all of us to convene this new meeting, where Xi Charran refugees are expected to come in. Granted several of the more radical are already enlisting into the armies and fleets of the Silver Jedi, but that isn't enough"

"The provision of healthcare is perhaps the area where the deal has changed the most" the Bimm health minister told her.

"Do we have numbers for how many such refugees may require medical attention?"

"The casualties count is staggering: we are talking millions of injured survivors of the orbital bombardment"

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Objective: Defend one of the camps from terrorist attack on Bimmisaari with his Master and fellow Padawan
Allies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Anora Vahn"], Other SJO members

Charros IV was a warzone unlike anything Douglas Starwind had ever seen in his life so far... He made it out alive and well, but all of the fighting and chaos had shaken him up slightly. Everything went by like a blur after he went into one of the cities, but once everything was over and done, things were not in very good shape on that planet.

Alas, he was not visiting the planet itself today. Instead, his Master, Josh DragonsFlame, was heading for another planet called Bimmisaari, which had also gotten into trouble during the overall invasion. Doug and another Padawan under Josh, Anora Vahn, were accompanying him to assist with some issues remaining on the planet. There apparently were some remnant Imperial terrorists causing trouble so they were going to deal with it. His good buddy, Dusaro Dresari, was not actually with them this time around as he had decided to go back to Charros IV itself for personal reasons. Given how active he was in the fighting over there, Doug could understand why. It weighed a bit on Doug's mind regarding his safety, but he was sure Dusaro would be fine.

Much like his master, Doug was decked out in his own pair of Jedi tunic and robes, his lightsaber hitched onto his belt at his side. The trio were heading towards a camp that some of the terrorists were apparently reach to lay waste upon. Doug nodded at Josh's words about the plan. "Of course, Master!" He readily said. Helping keep peace was very important to the Padawan no matter where he was. He was more than ready for any stragglers the trio would face at this point.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Location: Bimmisaari ----> Charros IV

The days following the initial attacks on Bimmisaari, Valae had spent much of her time tending to the many wounded. There had been little time to mourn the souls lost during the explosions, but Valae felt the waves of grief all around. However, she kept focused on her task: healing. Of course, treating life-threatening physical trauma came first… and psychological healing would come later. It was a task that her healers were well equipped for, even if their number was still quite small. As they had triage droids in their company, they were tasked with treating the most common injuries. Needless to say, this left the workers of the Silver Jedi Order and their allies with the most pressing and sometimes tragic causes.

Valae picked up her medical bag and threw it over her shoulder as she walked out of the tent.

At the moment, she was leaving the refugee camp behind – at the order of Grandmaster Yune. The Jedi healer did not question the call when it came, but packed her things with a strange sense of dread. It wasn’t that she did not wish to see her friend, but there was a feeling inside that told her to worry. Whatever the reason, it must be important. Valae walked through the camp, her tired eyes took in the sorry state of things. They were very fortunate that additional supplies had arrived ahead of the attacks, those much needed crates had already been nearly emptied of their contents. With a weary sigh, she arrived at her transport. There was still much to be done here, and it made her hesitate. But Valae knew that the refugees here on Bimmisaari would be in good hands.

She offered a few words of guidance and reassurance to the commanding officers of the camp, and then jumped aboard her ship. It wouldn't be a long ride to Charros, she only hoped that she would get there without issue.

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

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Objective: Clear out the town and secure the Military base​

Post One​

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Charros IV. Dusaro had been defeated here. Or rather it would be more accurate to say pushed back. The enemy commander, one Adron Malvern as he later found out, had put up a very nasty initial push but he had managed to hold the line even so. After they lost air superiority how ever, Dusaro had been foced back and out of the city. They had not been able to hold the Military base and ended up getting pushed out into the ravine. Thankfully the group he had on the APC's allowed them to actaully relocate and flex out their forces, but it was a long wait for reinforcements. It had been a long time to wait with how much pressure they had on them. The majority of their tanks were down, with the few left out of ammo for the main cannon and the troops over all were not in much of a better state. Thankfully as things started to wind down, Dusaro had managed to get to his ship and replenish some of their supplies as well as his own. It was only a small boon but it kept them going. It also meant he got the rest of his equipment. The majority of the enemies had all pulled out at this point besides some stragglers, which they were going to be clearing out. And he had the perfect weapon for that.

Toting a shatterbeam at his waist, dirty faced and tired, sore. He had a new blaster wound at his side, gotten four days ago during a nasty suprise ambush when they were cleaning out the last group from the valley. But they had cleared them out, having confirmed that yesterday. Today they would be going through the city, clearing out any and all enemies remaning before swinging down into the Military base and recapturing it. The comms officers who had been at the military base were now using his YV-929 armed freighter 'New Avalon' as a temporary HQ. The plans for sweeping the city had already been set and Dusaro was enroute on the Tango APC's as he got a call that there was a Jedi in the area he could hook up with. They had gotten a call from a unit that was on patrol when they hear her over comms. Dusaro reached the edge of the city, the APC's stopping and the troops forming a front line as they worked on securing it, only a few shots being traded for the moment. Dusaro got into cover, working on getting into contact with the other Jedi Padawan. "This is Dusaro Dresari, calling fellow Padawan Kaiza do you read? We are at sector 5-9-1, about to begin retaking the city. If you are in the area, support would be appreciated."

As Dusaro waited for a response, he slowly looked over the city. It was in complete ruins now. Bombed out and falling to peices at best. Blown up AA emplacements, dead bodies, blown out veichles of all kinds. Even a few Imperial walkers that their artillery had managed to bombard. His golden skin turned silver as his teeth gritted audibly even through the visor he had on. This was no new sight to him, as a Merc-Man he had seen it many times before. But that didn't mean seeing it ever got easier. In this case though, it was senseless. There was no good reason for this attack. It had happend at the whim of people who didn't care. That alone made him want to gather up a fleet, an army and return the favor. But no, he knew better then that. Even in his silver skinned rage right now in this moment he knew better then that. But that did not stop the feeling that was there.

[member="Kaiza Pawaro"]

 

[Leah Winsclav]

Leah was not pleased. She had been requested to take time out of her schedule to fly into the aftermath of a war zone. The atmosphere of this area was making her incredibly uneasy and she wanted to vacate the area as soon as she arrived, however that would be extremely rude to Arisa.

Barely suppressing her desire to vomit her dinner, she had her own personal ship dock with the medical one so she could avoid having to cross the ground or speak with other people, she wasn't sure how well she could keep her composure. The Noble had managed to do a decent job so far, almost falling a few times-prompting her concerned guards to almost have to catch her.

Soon arriving in the area where Arisa was, she was unable to cope, turning away she would promptly spew up, her company quickly cleaning up after her as she straightened up.

"Why did you ask for me, Jedi Arisa."

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Provide relief aid
Allies: [member="Asani Windsong"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

Charros IV had been a once peaceful planet. Cries for help still ringing days after the horrific Galactic Empire attack. Yuroic was not there during the attack but seeing the aftermath caused him to wish he had. Not that he could have done anything to stop this. It was just hopeful dreams of ending others' suffering. Yuroic nodded to his Padawan to follow his lead, this was them on a non-violent mission, due to this Yuroic had chosen to forgo his armour, adopting his tradition Jedi robes and his ragged cloak. His dark hair ruffled in the gentle breeze as he approached people with his hands opened.

Asani, fetch some medical supplies. Sadly, I don't have the skill to treat all these wounded with the Force alone. Yuroic looked over to his Padawan before placing a hand on one stranger's bleeding leg and using the Force to heal their wound. Letting out a long, deep sigh Yuroic realised that today was going to be arduous, tiring to the extreme. Here, please eat. Yuroic offered the stranger some food before moving onto the next person and assessing their injuries.

At the back of his mind, he couldn't wait till Master Valae arrived, her natural healing skills far exceeded his own.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Arisa turned away from the viewing port to face Countess Winsclav as she entered the deck. Behind Winsclav's cool facade, she could clearly sense the pacifist's distress, but it felt so insignificant in the face of the large scale disturbances rippling across Charros. Millions dead, even more suffering. On the psychic plane, Winsclav was just a single drop in a sea of misery.

"Countess Winsclav, " Arisa said distractedly. On impulse, she reached out to comfort Winsclav with a stroke on the shoulder, but no smile came with the friendly gesture.

"Charros IV was hit hard in a raid by the Galactic Empire. Over the past few days, I've been trying to scramble every charity and NGO I know to help the Silvers dispense aid. I could really use a hand here."

There was another matter she wanted to bring up, but Arisa held her tongue as she saw how upset Winsclav was. She didn't feel like overloading her at this juncture.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Asani Windsong"] [member="Leah Winsclav"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Leah Winsclav]

The Countess would swiftly dab her chin with a soft cloth and begin speaking herself.

"I apologise for my unsightly display, I find myself unable to cope with these areas. It's causing my very being to tremble, please say what you need. I will need to dose myself shortly and I'm less rational after the fact."

She tapped the hand on her shoulder softly as a way of saying that's to the woman, her concern was noted. Even though Leah was well aware the woman had bigger things on her mind.

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Lorraei]

Objective : Defense of Refugees
Location : Bimmisaari - Terrorist Rally Point
Allies : SJO even if they don't know it
[member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Douglas Starwind"]

"In the town where I was born there lived a man who sailed the sands. And he told us of a land, yes a land of. . ." Shooting sparks, and a muffled curse interrupted The Desert Fox's smooth singing voice. With a little more wiggling, another soft curse, and one last puff of sparks, the caramel skinned man sank his security spike into the control box of the speeder bike he was crouched down beside. His head popped up for a moment, coal black gaze sweeping left and right before he hunkered down to resume his work. "Oh, we all live in a Hutt Sailing Barge. A Hutt Sailing Barge. A Hutt Sailing Barge. Oh, we all live in a Hutt Sailing Barge."

"What the feth are you doing to my bike?" Lorraei turned quickly to face the mercenary that had wandered over to him, somehow without the Desert Fox noticing. The two simply looked at one another for a long moment before Ray finally started moving. His caramel digits pointed rapidly at this and that as he stood.

"Well, see the Flux Capacitor is on the fritz. It's cutting into the top speed. I'm just making a small adjustment."

"The Flux what? That's the main stabilizer. Who the feth..." The mercenary coughed, gagging as Lorraei slammed a knife hand strike into the poor guy's exposed throat. Fast as a lightning strike, the Desert Fox swept the man's leg out from under him, threw a punch at the merc's jaw, and slammed his head against the speeder bike as the man fell. A sharp kick to the side of the head robbed the poor guy of consciousness an instant later.

"You just had to know about mechanical chit, didn't you?" The Desert Fox spit on the unconscious man, and turned on a heel to survey the immediate area. Content in the knowledge that he had not been discovered outright, Ray set about the task of hiding the incapacitated mercenary. No sooner had he finished, the sound of speeder bikes roaring to life began to fill the terrorist camp. Lorraei hurried back to the bike he had been tampering with in time to get a good view of the group reading to leave.

"Chit. Nine bikes! I only managed nine fething bikes!" He threw a leg over the corrupted speeder, keyed the ignition switch, and joined the milling circle of speeders. His mind worked at a frantic pace behind his concealing purple and red head wrap. Fourty. Maybe more. He thought to himself as he tried in vain to count the constantly shifting crowd of bikes.

Too late. The group was moving away, and picking up speed in a hurry. Ray slammed down on the accelerator, racing to stay in the pack. This was not good, he hadn't even managed to sabotage a fifth of the speeder bikes racing toward the defenseless surviours of a war. He had to do more, and he'd have to do it soon. The bike he was on, and a handful of others he had now lost track of, where going to lose their main stabilizer in a minute, and crash. Horribly.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Arisa nodded in understanding, looking quite frazzled herself, dark bags under her eyes.

"I understand. It never gets any easier for me being around...this," she replied glancing back at wartorn Charros below. "Killing and mayhem come so easily for some, I still don't quite understand it."

She faced forward again. "The sleeper ships you've been building for the Silver Order. We could use them here right now. Whatever you have operational. I want to put some of the most critically wounded in stasis for the time being. Long term, they may be transported to the Core for advanced care. The Xi-Charrians are almost fanatical about maintaining perfect health, their culture obsessed with productivity. We've had a few individuals try to commit suicide when they thought they couldn't work in the factories anymore."


[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Asani Windsong"] [member="Leah Winsclav"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Leah Winsclav]

"Those ships, I have some that I'd not yet moved over to have your weapons equipped to, these are unable to defend themselves but are otherwise operational. I shall make a call and have the escorted here."

Leah nodded at one of the people who accompanied her, the secretary looking woman nodding back and moving away, moving to have these ships brought.

"I have a refreshment area onboard my docked ship, I invite you to have some tea with me, I've got a brew that is especially calming and helps clear the mind. If you need to think more clearly."

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Allies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"]


It was a lot to take in. Death everywhere, the city a smouldering husk, buildings turned into crumbling gravestones, wounded and dying people entombed beneath their own home. Never before did she question her path, assigned to her by Fate. Charros IV changed everything. When suddenly exposed to the harshest realities of Jedi life, she had to ask herself; was it worth it? She always enjoyed exploring the galaxy, offering a helping hand here and there, living the dream of every kid in the galaxy. Being a Jedi meant everything to the young Mirialan, and yet when her empty gaze washed over the bare, broken bones of what used to be a city, part of her wished she had stayed on Mirial instead. With her family, tending to crops, never setting foot outside of the village, living in blissful ignorance. But not even Mirial was spared – the young Jedi could only imagine what the Sith Empire had done to her family. The Galactic Empire’s actions offered a good enough indication though; they butchered everyone, a murderous wave that slaughtered any and all beings in their way.

Emotionally burned out, Kaiza Pawaro did not even have enough energy to cry or rage anymore. In robotic motions more reminiscent of machines, she continued pacing among the rubble, clothes covered in dust, hounding after those tiny flickers of life her senses picked up. Helped by the natives, her mission was to assist in clearing the city of remaining Imps. After surviving the initial assault, she had escaped a crumbling cathedral and fought alongside the native Xi Charrians in a vain attempt to protect the planet and its inhabitants. It was her duty to defend the innocents – every life lost in this senseless conflict weighed heavily on her young heart still, a torture for the soul. Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, to the point her grip on the Force had diminished into meek, feeble manifestations of telekinesis and sense, the Padawan felt emptiness, a void in her mind. Her body desperately needed rest, just as her mind demanded meditation – but Mirialan refused to stop, drop down and give up. Imps continued to deal pain and death among the native population still.

Unsurprisingly, the Xi Charrians responded by taking no prisoners.

Sleepy eyes glanced over a pile of white-armoured men. No longer horrified by such gruesome images, all senses terribly dull, Kaiza mentally shrugged and continued her slow pace. Humming softly, the Jedi’s lightsabers remained ignited, held tightly in her ragged gloves. A group of Xi Charrians followed around in a silent march. War was an ugly thing, nothing a young, naïve Padawan should ever experience.

A crashed TIE fighter peacefully burned nearby. Kaiza stared at it, losing herself in the flames.

Brought back to reality by her comlink’s beeps, the yellow-skinned Jedi blinked as if woken up, hand frantically seizing the device and bringing it up to her lips. Hearing another Jedi’s voice freed her from lethargy – as if revitalized, she answered, voice still weary nevertheless.

“This is Kaiza, I hear you, Dusaro.”

Emerald eyes focused on the insectoids. Their sadness and endless frustration could practically be tasted in the Force. It sickened her, but it’d be a lie to claim she did not understand.

“Me and a group of Xi Charrians are in the city – we could approach you from the west, surround the Imps between us.”

Hesitation sealed her lips before she dared to continue, almost whispering.

“The Xi Charrians with me kill anyone wearing a stormtrooper uniform. I…,” she sighed, voice failing as she knew all too well her fellow Padawan needed all support her could get, “We’ll be there and support your forces in any way we can.”

 

[Asani Windsong]

This was Asani’s first time seeing the grim aftermath of war, and she felt as if her heart would break as she felt the great loss that still lingered here and felt sorrow herself as she empathized with the survivors here, imagining how she would feel if her home were attacked like this. These feelings turned her fur a dull gray color that happened to almost match the ash of the destruction. However, she did her best to focus on the reason why she and Yuroic were here, to help ease the suffering of those effected by the conflict.

When asked to fetch some medical supplies, she nodded to Yuroic. “Sure, be right back.” She commented before bounding over to a supply crate and gathering as much as she could carry into a bag and made her way back, a little slower now burdened by the extra weight. “Is this enough?” She asked as she looked at the injured Xi Charrian, finding the insectoid species to be a mixture of fascinating and unsettling, as she’d never seen anything like them before. Realizing she was staring, she forced herself to turn her gaze up to Yuroic.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Kal Visna]

Objective: Defend the Prelate
Location: Charros IV
Allies: The Silver Jedi

The Prelate stood silent on the highest platform available in the building, one could think it was a manner of expressing pride should there not be a destroyed city under them. She was not moving, not speaking, but simply watching... It was clear for Kal she was not at all happy about the recent events. Even so, Kal stood with his hands at the back in his usual armor, he too watching over the city as he spoke "It is an abomination, but that is what they do. Men, women, children, the weak, the strong, the old, it makes no difference. In their eyes they are unimportant, they are tools they can use or destroy for the sole purpose of achieving power."

Behind him the droid translated his words to the Prelate, who although not turning towards him, she did not hesitate to express her anger, translated almost to the letter to him by the droid "My people do not deserve this, they have assaulted our home, destroyed our workshops, they have killed our innocents, I will not suffer these blasphemous actions! I will not suffer their corruption and desecration!"
And Kal remained apparently unhindered, he was sith, he knew the way they think, and as he wandered the galaxy, he saw how everyone else did so little to stop the sith from growing in power. "As others said before us. Evil has it's root in ignorance and it springs from weakness... It does not wait for us to react, but continues to consume all that comes in it's path. The evil is out there and you mustn't be deceived by it's machinations. So many people claiming to stand for the light... So few who actually stand for it."

The Prelate made a strange sound, but no translation came, Kal took a deep breath and wondered if she was thinking of what he said or if she considered all of that to be nonsense, it didn't matter to him, she could believe him or not, either way, what he perceived as truth was spoken. There was a war out there... One he could not win alone, but he lived knowing that unlike many others, he would not run away from it. One cannot turn his back to death... One must face it.

Yet the tension around the Prelate could not be lifted by mere words... She was furious and rightfully so, whether there was any sort of guilt in there or not was unknown to him and feared that it will take a lot of time for the Prelate to fully calm down, even more time to forgive... If she will forgive.

 

[Keira Priest]

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Keira was not a Jedi, that much was obvious. She was not the guardian of the light and defender of peace those others rushing to aid the citizens of Charros IV and beyond no doubt were. That was a mantle she'd given up long ago, far before she'd pledged herself to her present cause. But while she may not have been a keeper of the peace, she was a hunter, and that was exactly why she found herself in a small transport above the planet. There had been reports of scattered Sith activity and she was here to put them to rest through any means necessary. Well, that and play shadow to the Prelate. From what little information she'd been forwarded, the one known Sith was targeting the high-ranking officials, and it was part of her theoretical contract to prevent that from happening. Thankfully she was no stranger to violence, but then, neither was her enemy.

"Jedi Master Yune, this is Keira Ticon of the Mando'ade requesting permission to dock in order to discuss further business, over." It had been a long while since she'd had any sort of paid contract, and when one did come about it was from a sect of Jedi no less. There was something to be said of irony after the action she'd taken against them so long ago, but mostly she was thankful to finally have something to do with herself. Hunting down Sith was something she would happily do for free, but all the better if someone was willing to give her credits for what had become something just short of a pastime.

"What little reports there are state the Xi Charrians are taking no prisoners after the attack by the Galactic Empire. That should make your job easier."

Sighing, she silenced her end of the communications with the Jedi so this particular conversation could be carried out in private, turning to the hologram of the AI. "Y'know, sometimes I'd like to have one job where you aren't an insufferable smart-ass whenever I turn around."

Thalia smiled, crossing her arms. "You'd get bored. Besides, someone like you needs the extra pair of eyes that catch the details you sometimes miss. Believe it or not, I was created for more than just bickering with you."

Keira raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Well, that's a surprise. Regardless, you'll have plenty to fret over once we hit groundside. For now we're just finalizing a contract."

"Thrilling. Do let me know how that goes over."

"From what I understand they need the help."

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Bimmisaari
Objective: Resume negotiations
Allies: SJO [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Lorraei"]

"You basically acknowledge that there are too many wounded for Charros IV's healthcare system, but has the Prelate made a request to this end?"

"The Prelate, while having survived the attack, has called for aid all across the sector, both to rebuild and to take care of the survivors"

"Our own enclaves are overcrowded by now, and with terrorists roaming around, we cannot afford additional refugees" the head security official commented. "So what alternatives do you have?"

"Boz Pity is our alternate location. Unfortunately because it is currently unpopulated, it is going to be on the SJ's dime"

So the current regime was radicalizing fast; it was understandable, given the GE's attack, and over half of Southwest Command's new recruits are either Bimms or Xi Charrans. And some were even assigned to other major commands. Like Jessica's own Northwest Command. But what resources, if any, did Boz Pity have? Unless the Xi Charrans felt like manufacturing tombstones and other funeral equipment, what else could be manufactured using the local resources? That was going to severely drain the resources of the faction, especially given that Xi Charrans built the shield gates over Ossus, and also comprising the majority of the crews manning them, she thought, knowing that the predicament was forcing the SJ to re-think its approach to taxation and public expenditure. While, of course, the only real services that are faction-wide are humanitarian aid and trhe military, with the rest of the public services being left to the planets' own devices, all that death began to weigh heavily on her mind, while also foreseeing that more is to come soon.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Objective: Clear out the town and secure the Military base, link up with fellow Jedi​

Allies: [member="Kaiza Pawaro"]
Post Two​

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Dusaro breathed a short sigh of releif when he heard Kaiza pick up. He knew there had been Jedi inside the city when the attack happend but when he was forced to withdraw, he could not ascertain their status. Having been forced into comm silence himself Dusaro could not even get reports out on his own status. This again was nothing new to the man. Stranded on his own out in the middle of nowhere was nothing new, the only diffrence was he had troops with him on this time around. He had learned a lot about living on his own in that situation but over the past weeks he learned even more about surviving in that situation with lots of troops as well. It wasn't easy.

"You can move west? Alright, go ahead and start moving. We will form up and begin moving through the city on our end. From what we have scouted, the Imps have lots of small but well defended positions. While they do have overlapping fields of fire, they do not have the co-ordination of a commanders in the city itself." In the background of Dusaro's channel Kaiza could hear shots being exchanged, skirmishing fire for the moment as both sides ascertained each others locations. One of those shots hit the cover Dusaro was sitting behind, the shot getting a growl of annoyance from the man as he hefted the shatterbeam. "One moment." He growled into the comm, swinging the weapon around his cover and letting out a long beam from the weapon into the enemies cover. The chuckes of duracrete they had formed for defensive barriers were blown apart, stunning the Imperials who were behind it. Shutting off the beam right after it hit a Trooper and ripped him apart the SJ/Regulars swiftly brought down the enemies now open position. As he got back into cover Dusaro heard her comment, that the Xi-Charran's were not taking any prisoners. The commend brought a blank look of non suprise, as if he was thinking 'what did you expect?' before he replied with a calm tone. "After we meet up, i do not want the Xi-Charrans in this fight. This is our mess to clean up, not their citizen's job. You don't need to tell them that though, i will. Begin moving out when you are ready, we are moving now." Dusaro said, closing his mic while leaving the channel open.

"Alright people, we all know their locations, expect overlapping fields of fire from well defended but weakly manned points! Force them into cover and allow our Snipers to get into position, if we run across any heavily defended points i will crack them open. Ranger Scouts with me, lets move it!" A short battlecry came up from the troops in their positions, Dusaro hefting his weapon as he scanned for the enemies next position near the one he had just taken out. It didn't take long to track the blaster bolts, Regulars starting to lay down suppressive fire as Sniper's got into position. Dusaro took his weapon and barrelled forward with several Ranger Scouts who got into range with their SMG's to directly assault the enemy positions. From the left Dusaro saw the blink of a scope through the hazy smoke that dimmed the light, his hand jerking down with a closed fist which send the Scouts prone into cover as the shot flew through the midst of the group. Dusaro didn't need to tell them to start firing at the contact, they simply did it with short bursts on the position as several enemy troopers started trying to return fire. Hefting the beam weapon, he fired off a long steam into the position the troopers rapidly falling back as both them and their cover was annhilated. Motioning to the right side fireteam he sent them forward to take care of their original enemy position while Dusaro and the rest began a slow advance on the position they were falling back from. 'This is going to be a long day.' He thought as the troopers were gunned down and the other position was quickly swarmed, allowing the Regulars to advance up just in time as a group of troopers flanked their right side. One Scout was taken out while two more were injured before the Regulars advanced on the enemies lane of fire, digging them out and covering the new lane of fire that had once upon a time been a street and now was infested with multiple enemy positions. Set up at what had been a four way crossroads, it was the main junction that Dusaro and Kaiza would need to storm to meet up. Even after that there would be plenty of clean up st ill left to do, Dusaro knew that. "Gentlemen, we have found the nest!" He said, getting four fireteams of Regulars to Cover their flanks while he and the rest of the large Company started putting pressure on the enemy to let their snipers get into position.

 

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Yuroic nodded in approval to his Padawan. She had been swift with her collection of supplies, he was treating another Xi Charrian's limb, it was most of their body from what he could tell. While he wasn't knowledgeable in all xenobiology, he was getting better. He listened to what the other Xi Charrian's had to say, often nodding his head in understanding. There were few languages this Knight couldn't understand nowadays due to his heavy studying of languages when he was a Padawan.

Over there Asani, the one with a light green tint to her chitinous plating. She needs a bandage on the right forelimb, likely sprained it when running. Also relax, your presence can be just as soothing as our medical aid. Yuroic said in a soft tone to her. While some might not know that your fur changes colour due to your mood, the Force flows through them as it does us. They will naturally sense any anguish or fear you may feel.

It is understandable to worry for your people Asani, but we need to be in the present. You need to be a comforting presence for these people in suffering. He said in a guiding tone, hoping to settle her fears. He knew how she felt. Not long ago, his emotions were strained as he was in constant fear for the woman he loved. It took time for him to settle aside his emotions and stick to being present in the moment. A crucial lesson he found.

[member="Asani Windsong"]