Through the Wreckage - SJO Dominion of Charros IV Hex

[Valae Heavenshield]

​

Objective: Meet with Grandmaster Yune
Post: 2

During the ride to Charros, Valae closed her eyes and began to focus. Drawing upon the force, she reached a calm state of mind. With time to meditate, she concentrated on centering herself and basked in the revitalizing energy. It wouldn’t replace all of the sleep missed as of late, but it would certainly help. Her eyes opened as they docked at the designated coordinates, and she listened as their transport powered down. Reaching down, Valae grabbed her rucksack by the leather shoulder straps and made her way towards the exit.

There were escorts there to greet her, each bowed respectfully to the Jedi healer.

“Master Kitra, good to see you – the Grandmaster is in a meeting, but we can show you to a conference room. I’m sure it won’t be long.” A young man pipped up.

With a nod, Valae offered a small smile. “Not to worry, I don’t mind waiting.”

As they wound their way through the halls, she listened as her escorts brought her up to speed on the current situation here at Charros, and she filled in the gaps regarding the status at Bimmisaari. Valae was still quite worried about the possibility of additional terrorists lurking, but she had confidence in the Silver Jedi Order forces that there present there to root them out. Eventually, they turned into a small room. Valae took a seat to wait, her hands folded tightly across her middle.

[member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Her jaw was set, eyes hard, stance strong.

Stephanie's braided hair had a few loose strands blowing gently in the breeze, and it carried the stench of death, destruction and a burning fire that had been caused by the Empire.

Standing below a half-destroyed chapel, flames all gone but the once ivory walls charred with black smoke, soot and ash, her faith in the galaxy broke a little more. Seeing the horror of war was a reality that drew Stephanie more and more from her dream of peace and hope.

Hope.

A small nod. Hope was what she carried in her heart, and something she would never let the forces of evil take from the people of the galaxy as long as she stood between them. Tearing her eyes from the building, satchel over one shoulder and the sheild across her back, the Padawan began to walk the streets, looking for wounded to heal, the lost to comfort or the scared to empower.

Sleeves rolled up, her long tan dress and strappy sandals, Stephanie didn't look like a typical Jedi, more like the Hapan beauty she once was before her life changed on Coruscant. She was one of the people, and would do all she could to help.

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Kal Visna"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]​

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Allies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"]


Without being offered a moment of reprieve, Kaiza and her group found themselves under attack as soon as she turned off the comlink. Red rained upon the group, and even though Kaiza’s azure lightsaber worked well enough to receive most attention, many blaster bolts were never meant for the young Jedi. Cutting down one insectoid and another, the barrage of blaster fire eventually turned its entire wrath towards the Padawan who had stayed behind to cover the rest of her group. Her feet did try to get her to safety, but blocking multiple blaster shots in such quick succession proved too much. Finally breaking through Soresu, blaster bolts kissed her leg, grazed her side, and singed her hair. Coughing violently, eyes tearing up, the Jedi nonchalantly tossed herself behind a half-collapsed wall, landing hard and placing further strain upon her already tortured body.

Everything hurt.

Sending their own regards to the Imps, the Xi Charrians returned fire. This back and forth between the two groups resulted in dead and wounded on both sides; yet unlike their enemies, the stormtroopers had no support to back them up. Just when they unleashed a massive volley of covering fire that allowed some men to retreat, a swarm of vulture droids appeared in the sky. A shower of light came from above, followed by silence. Everyone wearing white armour died and that was that. Another fray won so they could move to more until one side faced complete annihilation. There was nothing glorious about war.

Sitting up, breath heavy, hands checking the dark spots on her clothes, Kaiza shut her eyes closed and delved into the Force. Tried to, anyway. Too shaken and exhausted, she had not managed to use the technique of Curato salva to refresh herself. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the Padawan dusted down the sweat-soaked apparel clinging to her body. A pointless endeavour, logic told her that, but she really just needed to get her mind off the current state of things and focus on something simple. Whether the devastated gloves helped her appearance or not, she did not know; either way, the teenage Jedi restored her firm grip upon the lightsaber hilt, stroking the ignition thud for what felt like a hundredth time today.

Emerald eyes rose towards the darkened skies. The swarm of droids hovered above them still. Dusaro would surely appreciate air support – and she intended to bring it to him.

With a wave of her weapon hand, Kaiza motioned for all to follow and paced through the devastated city’s streets.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

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

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

​

The one advantage Dusaro and his troopers had on the enemies position was height. It was not much but the rubble in their location had mounded up, giving them a better firing position. It also meant that they had no ability to sneak up on the enemy, with anything short of a personal cloak you would be spotted even just crawling over the ridge. Dusaro had counted at least ten enemy positions, made up of two to three troopers per spot. Total could be assumed to be thirty troopers, all entrenched. They even had a heavy weapons unit or two. "They really don't wanna get taken out do they." Dusaro thought with a rueful look. In a way he was annoyed at the Xi-Charron's were not taking prisoners. It meant the Troopers would not surrender. The Imps had heard of what happend to their troopers at the hands of the angerd locals. There was no way in hell they would stop putting up a fight. No, they would fight even harder then they had when they were invading. It was the end of the line after all. In a detached sort of way, Dusaro could almost find a respect for them for that choice. Choosing to stand at not break was a harder choice then many gave it credit for. All this fact meant for him though was the need to act swiftly and decisively. They did not need to act strongly as some might think, showing a strong crushing force now would only increase their resolve.

"Squad Juliet, smoke down the center! Regulars suppressing fire untill the smoke is up!" Dusaro briskly called over the comms. Several scouts took out smoke grenades, lobbing them out into the former street and obscuring both sides veiw several moments after going off. It was as they were setting that the Vulture droids did a devastating flyby, their attack catching the back half of the Imperials position, taking out three or so locations from what Dusaro could tell. Dusaro hefted off the strap of his heavy weapon. This required a precise touch. He took out a vibroknife into his left hand, using it instead of the lightsaber. He wanted silent precision, the time for the saber would come later. "Rangers with me. We push on my call and get into three fire teams. Annhilate as many positions as you can then use their positions against them. Snipers get set for when the smoke clears." Dusaro said over their comms with a cold tone, quickly poking his visored head above as the smoke screen finally settled in. Holding a verpine shattergun in his left hand and vibroknife in his right, he gave the signal.

Him and ten other Scouts went over the lip, Dusaro using his thermal visor to take a few precise shots at the stormtroopers. It was quiet, but from their point of veiw suddenly two comrads were shot down. Confusion ran through their ranks and when they got within rushing distance, Dusaro picked up a peice of rubble and lobbed it behind them. Though his visor he saw them all turn their heads and that was when they rushed. They had been on edge, looking for enemies anywhere and Dusaro used that. Diving into the foremost 'foxhole', Dusaro found one dead man, a wounded trooper and a gunner on a captured Korriban machinegun. A single shattergun shot was all it took to finish the gunner and when the second raised his blaster pistol it was kicked aside, followed by a swift backhand stab to the neck straight through the hand glove. He did not sit still, instead forcing his filth and blood stained body forward and out of the foxhole and onto the next one, firing the near silent shattergun off. Overall they cleared out five foxholes before having to 'bed down' as the smoke started to clear enough for the troopers to shoot at the figures they saw moving through it. That left two more who were near Kaiza. Normally Dusaro would have simply rushed them, but they had a second Korriban HMG in one of the nests, forcing Dusaro to pop his head back down. The precious small amount of grenades they had left were needed for the rush on the base itself and the Snipers were not in position for the enemy. He would have to wait for Kaiza to come in to finish those two off. The heavy gunner was exposed and with there only being five troopers there, a swift and harsh attack on her part would remove the threat.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

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.

Objective: Protect a refugee village on Mimmisaari
Teammates: [member="Douglas Starwind"], [member="Anora Vahn"]

The terrorists would arrive just before they did and open fire on the village, aiming at the residents as they would begin to flee for their lives. The swoop bikes would bowl over several of the terrorists from behind as Josh would motion for the attack to begin, standing on top of the bike and igniting his lightsaber, the blue blade a beacon of sorts as he would leap off the swoop bike, frontflipping through the air as he would immediately slash through the shoulder of one of the terrorists, bringing them down, upon landing.

The blaster fire would begin to be re-directed toward the three Jedi as Josh would get his blade up and begin deflecting the barrage of blaster bolts that rocketed toward them. The Jedi Master would continue blocking shots and hoping they would hit their aggressors on the rebound, as he would hold out a hand during a break in the blaster fire to unleash a Force Wave, motioning to his Padawans just before so they could dodge it, the attack sending several of the terrorists flying back some from multiple directions. This would give them a bit of room to attack, instead of just defending...

 

[Anora Vahn]

Objective: Protect a refugee village on Bimmisaari
Teammates: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Douglas Starwind"]

The nerves had been nearly vomit inducing in their intensity as soon as she, her Master, and fellow Padawan had touched ground. It wasn’t so much the fighting going on, or the task at hand for that matter. No, it had been the memory of the last time she had loaded up and taken off on a mission, and the way that had ended for her. She had gotten hurt, and the injury had put her behind in her class – hence the blade she was given to use and defend herself with (not that she was complaining about having a way to defend herself). And because of this, nerves.

However, she had been given good instruction, and she had been helped to get over these pesky nerves and hesitations. It had made her stomach roll upon arrival, but once Anora, Douglas, and their Master were on the move? She put the nerves to the back of her mind and focused instead on the people who needed their help.

When told of the plan upon arriving at the village, Anora nodded but said nothing. Of course, that was a gesture not seen at the moment, but she hadn’t considered that at the time. Her focus was on what needed to be done, and clearing her mind on the way there. And when they reached the village already under attack? She was a little less elegant in getting herself off of her bike and onto her feet. She had at least stopped her bike and then activated her own blade. With Josh at the forefront and enemy fire already heading their way, she was quick to defend herself and brought the blade up to at least block enough shots to get her out of the open and behind some form of cover.

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Objective: Protect a refugee village on Bimmisaari
Allies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Anora Vahn"], Possible Other SJO Allies

With their quick timing, the trio of the Jedi Master and two Students had arrived at the village just as the terrorist attack began, which gave them a chance to stifle it before it got too serious. Like his Master, Doug had jumped off the swoop bike and used the Force to levitate his personal lightsaber from his belt to his right hand, then pressing the button and igniting the sky blue energy blade. His landing was a bit less elegant compared to Josh's, but he was right into the action.

The terrorists attacking had quickly turned their blaster fire towards the three and Doug began to deflect a few of the shots without much issue using some simple twirling swings with his saber. Specific movements of the blade that normally keep blaster fire away. One of the shots managed to rebound back towards one of the aggressors, sending him down for the count. At least momentarily. Doug had noticed Josh motioning towards him and Anora to prepare as he was holding his hand out for something. Doug held his arms up and took a leap back as Josh unleashed another powerful Force Wave... Just like the one Doug has seen him do some time ago. A move similar to a Force Push, but much stronger and can go in all directions.

Josh's attack had given the three a bit of an edge over their enemies for the moment. Doug quickly ran up to one of the terrorists and held out his left hand. As the terrorist was downed, Doug was able to more easily get a grip on him with the Force and slowly lifted him into the air. Doug then managed to chuck the terrorist at a small group of the other terrorists that were still reeling a bit from Josh's Force Wave, which kept them downed for longer. Doug broke out into a small sweat after this, but he was still ready for anymore that would be thrown at him and the other two.

 

[Asani Windsong]

Asani followed Yuroic’s direction and looked to the light green female Xi Charrian, curious how one could tell male from female in these creatures, though she kept that to herself. She made her way over with a med-pack and began bandaging the Xi Charrian’s injured limb, wrapping it just as she had seen Yuroic do a moment earlier. Though she did end up having to stand atop a supply crate for part of her treatment. As she worked, she tried to relax and push the negative thoughts from her mind. She tried thinking of happy memories when she was at home with her family, and life was so much simpler. It helped a little, and her fur began to brighten as it’s shade shifted toward white.

“There, just relax, everything is going to be fine now, we’re here to help.” She said calmly in a soothing tone as she looked for any further injuries and worked at patching them up before looking for the next refugee in need of her help. She briefly looked to Yuroic as she moved to a Xi Charrian who seemed to have taken a glancing blaster shot to it's rear left foot. She worked to clean the wound before applying yet another bandage. "Are any others coming soon? I mean, the two of us alone can only do so much, and there are many in need of treatment."

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

"Don't worry about the weapons," she answered while shaking her head. "The vessels can be armed later. All convoys would be under heavy escort, and the Core is now fairly safe as the Galactic Alliance and the FWC have established a strong presence there."

As the Galactic Alliance now had an uneasy peace with the First Order, she hoped they would finally begin throwing some of their resources at the Outer Rim where the real threats lay. The Sith Empire, and its many proxies like the Galactic Empire.

"Tea sounds heavenly about now, but I'm afraid that I'll have to call a rain check. I'm waiting on a colleague to join me for a meeting."

Valae was currently in transit the last time she had checked the network with her neural link. The Bimmisaari system was so close, it would be near instantaneous travel by means of a micro jump through hyperspace.

"I really don't have anything else for you at this time. However, after I wrap up my meeting, I think I'll take you up on that offer for tea."

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

 

[Leah Winsclav]

Leah completely understood that reasoning, she knew the woman had a lot on her mind and was more than likely going to be heavily distracted by the aftermath.

With this in mind, she nodded softly towards Arisa and then slowly spun on her foot and began to walk back the way she came.

"I understand, you know where to find me. The ships should be arriving in about an hour."

With that, the Countess left the room, heading towards her own ship, she was going to remain there for the rest of her time here, attempting to distract herself.

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Allies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"]


Dusaro’s attack worked like a signal for Kaiza to rush in. Distracted enough by opposition attacking from one side, the stromtroopers were forced to divide their focus, giving the Jedi and her Xi Charrian allies enough time to close some distance between them and enemy encampments. Before the smoke cleared, the second force charged, morale bolstered by the droids circling in the sky, denying the enemy a chance to stick their heads out and take shots. Kaiza’s blue blade of overheated plasma guarded those who followed behind, most of them shooting in the general direction of enemy positions. None hit, yet it did not matter once the Padawan and her allies reached the first group. Azure slashes made short work of them, severing limbs and weapons when she could, a sombre grimace on her expression as she did so. It had to be done to stop them, to defend herself and those with her.

Or so she told herself to put her mind at ease and find peace.

Without pausing, the group continued forth. Ready this time, the next encampment fired upon the approaching natives and their Jedi leader. Red bolts clashed against the Soresu practitioner’s lightsaber, slowing her advance to a halt. Beads of sweat dripped from the raven-haired Padawan’s forehead, focus dictating each motion, fear of knowing that mistake equalled death pumping her with adrenaline. Wildly deflected away, striking random objects without purpose, the red blaster bolts soon revealed this yellow-skinned Jedi wouldn’t go down unless surrounded or flanked from a side. Before the ever-present dust settled, the trio of stormtroopers lied dead, gunned down by Kaiza’s allies. Each death felt like a cold needle stabbing her through heart – yet she continued, sense of duty driving her forward.

Hungry and torn, the teenage Jedi sprinted towards the last bastion of the enemy. For a second, she could sense their fear, dread – nothing could stop her from facing them though, even if the sensation made her sick to her stomach. As tragic as it were, they have attacked and slaughtered innocent people and faced the consequences of their own actions. Now, fighting for survival, there was only one side to walk out of this alive. Everyone knew realized it. Blue hums of pure energy cleaved through the weapon of one and licked the chest of another in a perfect arch that sung across the winds. Death and silence came next, a strange substitute for peace. For a moment, Kaiza remained motionless, lightsaber held close to her body, eyes closed, a short whisper of a prayer passing through her lips.

Extinguishing the weapon, she hopped from one piece of rubble to another, headed to Dusaro, unable to hide her relief.

“I hope I’m not too late,” stated the Mirialan and gave a forced smile, “Wouldn’t want to miss the party.”

A soft, shaken and extremely short laugh followed. A terrible attempt at humour, yet it could not be helped. Stressed out, anxious about combat, dry jokes presented a way to cope with the tragedy of war and lighten up the situation.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Arisa was left alone again. She used the time to straighten up ahead of her meeting with Valae, wanting to put on her best face for when she had to speak some difficult words. However, her stomach would still knot up in anxiety.

Sometime later, Valae finally arrived. Arisa was quick to make it from the observation deck to the conference room to just get the conversation over.

"Hey," she said as she locked the door behind her. "Thanks for coming. How are things on Bimmisaari?"

While her focus had been on Charros IV, she knew that Bimmisaari had its share of problems with ongoing terrorist attacks, assumed to be funded by the Galactic Empire. Not only did they now have (another) case of genocide under their notch, but state sponsored terror to go right along with it.

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

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

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

"Boz Pity lacks even basic infrastructure; how can it even hope to play host to industries such as tombstone manufacturing or crematories?"

"I guess it can be done; it's the same expenditure as colonizing any other similar planet with that colony size in that respect"

"Then you have to realize that there are limits to our hospitality: we might be charitable but our resources are finite. It's going to be a tough balancing act. We can house perhaps half a million refugees and a few extra for each industry Xi Charrans set up here, contingent on workforce"

"Economic incentives of that nature lies outside the jurisdiction of the SJ"

The blonde Jedi knew that there were tons of capital expenditures in establishing colonies. Basic infrastructure, such as housing, healthcare, utilities, education, law enforcement, notwithstanding any capital expenditures for industrial endeavors and their demands on utility grids. To that Jessica drew a blank on the topic of those specific industries: sure locally-sourced funeral provisions are nice, but she knew next to nothing about exactly what capital expenditures there are for those items. But she knew that planetary colonization is something whose return on investment could only be counted on the long run. But it would take a critical size for it to succeed due to the large amount of fixed expenditures. Otherwise they may as well be unsustainable. And yet, she'd rather not intervene in what the SJ would usually consider to be the realm of individual planets; the SJ understands that, while the proceeds of tariffs often go towards funding the military and the humanitarian aid component, whether it should support trade and industry as well is another matter entirely.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae turned slightly in her chair as the door to the conference room opened. Her gaze found [member="Arisa Yune"], and the Jedi healer offered her friend a small smile. The pang of nerves was palpable as the other woman entered. Her head canted to the side slightly as she thought about how to answer Arisa’s question.

“Things are…” She started slowly, “getting better. Conditions are slowly improving.”

For a while, things were pretty grim at the refugee camp at Saari Ha enclave. After all, there had been several explosions that had resulted in injuries and deaths. There had also been a considerable amount of trauma to those that merely witnessed the event– it wasn’t something that folk should ever have to see.

It was easy to see that Arisa was very tired and weary. Valae was sure that her own fatigue showed, too. Blowing out a breath, her shoulders hunched forward slightly. With the door closed, she figured that she could be a bit more casual. Her gaze flickered up to match Arisa’s.

“How are you holding up?”

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

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

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

​

The appearance of Kaiza and her group of Xi-Charrons could not have been better timed. The stealthy removal of their front line along with the sudden appearance of the angry locals and a Jedi was the perfect harsh action to Dusaro's soft push. It brought a grin to his face, he did like a plan that went better then expected. Providing only a bit of suppressing fire, Dusaro let Kaiza and her group finish off the bulk of the work. As silence fell over the field and Kaiza started approaching him Dusaro quickly began giving out commands. "We are taking five, Regulars secure the perimeter and scouts check the dead enemies in pairs. Snipers set up to watch for any movement down the streets. Scouts take a rest for three, you earned it." He didn't let his guard down but he did relax just a bit as Kaiza arrived, wiping off his grime covered face with his left hand. He noticed his skin had only just now started to turn back to its regular pale golden color from its bright silver, a fact that brought a short laugh from him as Dusaro cleaned off his bloody vibro-knife and then sheathed the weapon.

"Miss the party is it?" He asked with a grin that didn't show how worn out he had to be going by his looks. Even ignoring how many colors of dirt and blood he was dyed in, the distinct smell of matted sweat and even a fairly direct blaster wound on his left side showed he had not exactly been sitting around. "I mean, i didn't plan on inviting any gal's out to a trip like this, but if you insist." He said with a light shrug and broad grin. The comment was not normally quite how he would talk on the field of battle, but it was clear that she needed to loosen up a bit. Get to up-tight and you end up freezing and getting yourself killed, that had been Dusaro's experience with people like that any ways.

"How are you holding up? Need to have any of your wounds looked at or need any food?" He asked, more to give her a reason to talk then to actually know her status, he could more or less tell just by looking at her. Before waiting for her to respond, Dusaro handed her a canteen of lukewarm water before taking a second out for himself, drinking half its contents before putting it back at his side. In the battlefield if you had a chance to take a drink, you took a drink. As he sat there Dusaro found a bit of amusement in the rapid shift the battlefield could have. It could go from sounding like a scene from chaos itself to people sitting around like this with people taking a drink of water and grabbing a breather in mere moments. It was a uneasy peace, with no one really 'settling in' and everyone on edge. But that being on 'edge' didn't seem to mind Dusaro one bit, who rested his back against a dura-crete chunk and looked over to his fellow Padawan.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: Protect a refugee village on Bimmisaari
Allies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Anora Vahn"], Possible Other SJO Allies

With their quick timing, the trio of the Jedi Master and two Students had arrived at the village just as the terrorist attack began, which gave them a chance to stifle it before it got too serious. Like his Master, Doug had jumped off the swoop bike and used the Force to levitate his personal lightsaber from his belt to his right hand, then pressing the button and igniting the sky blue energy blade. His landing was a bit less elegant compared to Josh's, but he was right into the action.

The terrorists attacking had quickly turned their blaster fire towards the three and Doug began to deflect a few of the shots without much issue using some simple twirling swings with his saber. Specific movements of the blade that normally keep blaster fire away. One of the shots managed to rebound back towards one of the aggressors, sending him down for the count. At least momentarily. Doug had noticed Josh motioning towards him and Anora to prepare as he was holding his hand out for something. Doug held his arms up and took a leap back as Josh unleashed another powerful Force Wave... Just like the one Doug has seen him do some time ago. A move similar to a Force Push, but much stronger and can go in all directions.

Josh's attack had given the three a bit of an edge over their enemies for the moment. Doug quickly ran up to one of the terrorists and held out his left hand. As the terrorist was downed, Doug was able to more easily get a grip on him with the Force and slowly lifted him into the air. Doug then managed to chuck the terrorist at a small group of the other terrorists that were still reeling a bit from Josh's Force Wave, which kept them downed for longer. Doug broke out into a small sweat after this, but he was still ready for anymore that would be thrown at him and the other two.

Objective: Protect a refugee village on Bimmisaari
Teammates: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Douglas Starwind"]

The nerves had been nearly vomit inducing in their intensity as soon as she, her Master, and fellow Padawan had touched ground. It wasn’t so much the fighting going on, or the task at hand for that matter. No, it had been the memory of the last time she had loaded up and taken off on a mission, and the way that had ended for her. She had gotten hurt, and the injury had put her behind in her class – hence the blade she was given to use and defend herself with (not that she was complaining about having a way to defend herself). And because of this, nerves.

However, she had been given good instruction, and she had been helped to get over these pesky nerves and hesitations. It had made her stomach roll upon arrival, but once Anora, Douglas, and their Master were on the move? She put the nerves to the back of her mind and focused instead on the people who needed their help.

When told of the plan upon arriving at the village, Anora nodded but said nothing. Of course, that was a gesture not seen at the moment, but she hadn’t considered that at the time. Her focus was on what needed to be done, and clearing her mind on the way there. And when they reached the village already under attack? She was a little less elegant in getting herself off of her bike and onto her feet. She had at least stopped her bike and then activated her own blade. With Josh at the forefront and enemy fire already heading their way, she was quick to defend herself and brought the blade up to at least block enough shots to get her out of the open and behind some form of cover.

Objective: Protect a refugee village on Mimmisaari
Teammates: [member="Douglas Starwind"], [member="Anora Vahn"]

They had been given some leeway after the three's movements had given a break in the fire, and Josh was intent on making the most of it. The Jedi Master would spin his lightsaber between his fingers to give it a bit of momentum before holding out his hands and using the Force to send it spinning toward a group of the terrorists troops, cutting a swath through them. Josh did try to go non-lethal as he aimed lower, in areas that would only incapacitate or render them incapable of fighting, but accidents would happen, he knew. And considering that these were terrorists... Well, he knew it was best not to worry. He had to focus on defending those who could not defend themselves. As Josh caught his lightsaber, the blaster volley would begin again as the terrorists were back on their feet from being stunned before, and had begun firing at the group of Jedi again.

"Starwind, to my right! Vahn, to my left! Form a large shield of blocking slash deflecting!" Josh would command toward his team. Man, [member="Dusaro Dresari"] was missing out! The team would be instructed to begin deflecting (Blocking in Anora's case) the blaster fire as Josh tried to think up a plan. There was a serious numbers disadvantage here, and if they let their opponents flank them, then Doug and Anora would be in serious danger. With his trump card, Josh would last a bit longer, but not much longer if his allies fell... Josh had to think quickly...

"Wait..."

Thinking quickly indeed, Josh would duck and hold out a hand. The swoop bike that Anora had borrowed from the barracks and had rode here would be pulled in front of them, acting as cover as the blaster bolts would hit it, the swoop ringing as the bolts hit it instead of the party. "Blade Throw from the sides, now!" Josh commanded to his two Padawans. After the command was followed, and the lightsaber and vibroblade would deal damage to the squad in front of them, Josh would hold out both hands and with a hard Force Push, the swoop would go flying, crashing into a good handful of the terrorists.

The remaining ones would scatter in different directions in an attempt to flank and surround them...

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Objective: Protect a refugee village on Bimmisaari
Allies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Anora Vahn"], Possible Other SJO Allies

Doug had continued to deflect the blaster fire that the trio were being showered towards. He watched as Josh had demonstrated using the Force to throw his Lightsaber in a manner similar to a boomerang where it arcs forward while spinning before coming back to its user. A fairly useful technique and can be nice for attacking from a distance with some practice and concentration. Doug had practiced with this maneuver a decent number of times in the past, but had yet to make use of it outside of training purposes. Josh's throw would appear to incapacitate a chunk of the terrorists, but the three were still outnumbered and as the temporarily downed terrorists got back to their feet, the three Jedi once again were forced onto the defensive. Doug continued to use his lightsaber to deflect any shots that went for him, but it was clear that they needed another plan.

Of course, Josh was a bit of a quick thinker so he had a plan in mind as expected of a Jedi Master. It seemed that the three were going to form a shield of sorts with their swinging by standing near each other. Doug stepped back until he was to the right of Josh as commanded, continuing to utilizing his twirling lightsaber slashes that acted as a decent shield from the blaster fire that came towards him. "So... Got anything in mind, Master?" Doug asked, a slightly worried tone in his voice.

Before he could even get a response, Josh had promptly used the Force to pull one of the swoop bikes forward in front of the three. With another quick order, Doug nodded and began to mimic the motion that Josh had done earlier for his own Lightsaber throw. Doug then carefully tossed his lightsaber forward, keeping a grip on it with the Force as it spun around through the air and cut through a chunk of the terrorists, who were uncertain of how to deal with this type of attack. Doug's lightsaber then spun back towards him and he caught it in his right hand right before Josh used a Force Push to send the swoop bike forward.

This combined attack seemed to do the trick as the terrorist numbers were dwindled down a bit and gave the three a bit more breathing room for another attack.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

A dull explosion reverberated in the distance and a thin plume of smoke rose. It seemed the fall-out was still happening, and the Jedi were stretched to act as both peace-keepers and soldiers. The shockwave reached where Stephanie stood, just a thin veil of dust and warm air brushing over her and the buildings she walked between.

She span a slow 360 as she looked around at the landscape that had, at one point she felt, had been a thriving plaza surrounded by buildings and parks. Now it was…near unidentifiable. Her eyes looked around and took in everything, and she stretched out as she had been told to in order to feel the Force around her. To feel the pain, the suffering, the hope and the warmth in stark contrast to each other. It was all about the good of man triumphing over evil, and how helping others would soon silence the heartache.

She knelt down, bringing her satchel around and opened it, rooted around and pulled out her comlink taken from Voss to reach those in the vacinity.

"This is Stephanie. On ground. I have some basic aid to -"

Her head snapped up to see two small craft flying in from the West towards the plaza. She froze, watching them, knowing this wasn’t good.

The crafts were fighters, rust buckets that looked like cobbled together pirate junk. They banked left and slowed. From one, a crate fell from the belly and thudded to the floor. From the second, a side-hatch opened and four figures rappelled from the sides. Stephanie didn’t recognise the colours or their outfits.

As the crafts moved away, a barrage of covering fire shot from the front laser cannon, kicking up chunks of rock, plaster and soil from the ground, forcing Stephanie to duck and roll out of the way, covering her face and head as the roar of engines faded.
Covered in debris, smudges on her face and clothes, Stephanie muttered as she crawled on her belly to a stretch of building she could hide behind. Pirates were here; looting what they could or working as mercenaries for higher contracts.

It was at this point the Hapan wished she’d have pushed for lightsaber training and creation. She had nothing but her guile and the shield on her back.

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Kal Visna"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

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

"The Xi Charrians realize they need to get droids of all builds made on more than one location. And potentially ships, too. That ought to take care of the industries part"

"Do you know an investor capable of doing that?"

"I know one, it's a regular Silver Jedi fixture among the defense contractors they use. Technically they build tons of other stuff in use by the Silver Jedi"

In fairness Jessica owes them one: especially since the C-9980 and C-9981 are stuff whose roots trace back to Charrian origins. For this reason, they may as well be building C-9980s and C-9981s in Bimmisaari's orbit: these things are much more widely used in SJ service. However, she will have to fund the construction of the slipways the Xi Charrians will use to build their C-9980s and C-9981s, using corporate funds. Thus far Bimmisaari has been mostly a ground-vehicle factory to her, until the whole Dominion crisis was happening, manufacturing Hwachas which were, in her mind, superior to the hailfire droids, because of their drivetrain. And other vehicles such as the MBTs, APCs and even Radamas. Of course, they would keep manufacturing vulture droids... just that the question of heavy equipment would be adding up to the budget. 100 million credits to expand the Bimmisaari manufacturing base was the estimated cost of the first phase. She would also realize that, while the Bimms may take it kindly to have industries manned by outsiders, if they have the expertise required in their respective industries, such may not be the case elsewhere.

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

​

​

Allies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"]


“We should rest for a bit.” The Padawan agreed, weary eyelids suddenly heavier than before, eager to use this short moment of peace to recover.

“I’m… fine.”

Sustained injuries, pain and hunger suddenly turned into nothing of importance, driven into insignificance by the Jedi’s natural inclination to inner peace. Establishing that meant more than anything else in the galaxy in that moment. How much she wished to meditate, spend hours upon hours in silent contemplation! Experiencing so many things in so little time meant plenty to consider and think about. Kaiza wanted to simply sit down and think, clear her head, recollect the Jedi ways and draw strength from the Jedi code. Even after pursuing the Jedi way of life for over three years, it felt like nothing once war and death knocked on the door. She was never meant for this – yet perhaps she had a chance of becoming what others needed her to be. A protector, guardian of the innocent.

Her eyes slid off Dusaro’s form, observing the ruins on the horizon. The swarm of droids continued to systematically hover above the wreckage, searching for survivors and enemies alike. It was a strangely hopeful sight – despite the abyssal levels of destruction, all was not lost.

She sat on the ground, cross-legged, and undid her primitive field canteen, thirstily taking in its contents before pausing for a bit, licking her lips for every drop, wearing an enigmatic expression that revealed next to nothing. Without saying a word, she continued sipping her health tonic. A few drops of wine into water made for a particularly refreshing combination. That, and the subtle aftertaste reminded her of home – getting wine from a nearby monastery always used to be a small celebration-like event.

Finally, her emerald gaze darted over to Dusaro despite still being somewhat lost in thought.

“You know,” she started, “They were right. A Jedi’s life is harder than most people will ever realize.”

And she relaxed, forgetting all about the war for as long as she could afford.