Two for Flinching

[Matsu Xiangu]

OBJECTIVE: Make some new Silver friends to add to the list, visit Kashyyyk with a fondness.
LOCATION: Kashyyyk Orbit --> Dropping to Surface
ALLIES: TSE & Friends
ENEMIES: SJO & Friends

Isolation suited Matsu. It had always suited Matsu. She wasn’t incapable of aligning herself with a cause. She just inevitably found some flaw that fundamentally clashed with her ideals. Far more likely to catalyze movement from her were personal loyalties, the extension of a hand from a friend in need. But those she knew within the Sith were hardly in need. It wasn’t her faction, but she was there to fight on their side.

No, what brought her to Kashyyyk was pure...nostalgia.

Looking down at the green-blue planet, cloud cover swirling slowly over its surface, memories flooded her. She hadn’t loved the One Sith either, but she had been more deeply involved with them than anything since the Fringe. Countless wars - a machine, marching across the galaxy with nothing in mind but conquering. A little barbarous truth be told, but it had appealed to something young and irrational in her. A slice that still existed, it seemed. A slice that, despite her love of isolation, could not be denied.

Her history with the Silver Jedi? Even longer. Scars criss-crossed the lower half of her face, not even the finest surgeons able to fully repair the damage done when Valiens Nantaris took off her jaw with a lightsaber. Countless electrical burns cascaded from her shoulders where metal met flesh. Siobhan Kerrigan never truly fought for the Silvers it seemed, but she had been there on Dromund Kaas the day Matsu had invaded it all on her own. Connor Harrison - fallen, but once a paragon for the Order - was responsible for all the deep stab wound scars and long, ratcheting puckers of tissue that marred her pale skin. Long rivalries were good. It kept one hungry.

And so she dropped out of hyperspace with the main contingent of the Sith’s fleet, pushing away from the viewport in her craft to the dropship that would carry her to the surface - hopefully without being blasted out of the sky by any of the Silver’s inevitable patrols.

She brought nothing but herself, wrapped as ever in simple armorweave. She’d communicated with the Empire’s coordinators and higher-up’s, alerting them to her presence among their people.

As the hiss of the dropship releasing from its port whispered through the walls, she took a deep breath. And smiled.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Repel the Sith; defend Kashyyyk
ALLIES: The Silver Jedi Order and allies
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire and allies
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvS511Cm8io&index=13&list=PLkG7CgS3OhRjxKlzqpp8nerPDpEwp5S-9

Lazing atop her bunk, letting the thoughts of the previous days swim through her head, Stephanie had never seen the Rest so quiet. Until now.

Sirens blazoned through the huge Jedi estate and Master [member="Valae Kitra"] sounded the alert- Kashyyyk was under attack. Stephanie Swail didn’t need telling twice. She sprang up in a precision 3-step move across her room. One; throw on her tan boots. Two; grab the silver and black lightsaber hilt on her bed stand. Three; slip the shield at the foot of her bed across her left arm. She was out the door in seconds and joining the rest of the Order in the operation.

Younglings and their carers made for the bowels of the Rest and the more fortified areas, while the Rangers and Jedi had their own areas to focus on, catering to their specific skills and attributes that would keep not only the Rest safe, but the rest of the planet with communication spreading to established outposts and stations and cities on both hemispheres.

Stephanie made her way directly to the front of the Rest, taking three steps at a time down to the lobby and out the doors, seeing many forces lock-down and take up arms each step of the way. As the sun-light welcomed her, chatter burst through her wrist com-link and she saw fighters streak across the sky from the likes of Jade Squadron and the rest.

In the far distance, arrow head shaped Destroyers seemed to loom. So the Sith Empire had come looking for revenge, or the Imperials had decided to launch a suicide attack. Either way, the invaders would be repelled from their world.

Stephanie had no idea where anyone was situated, so threw out a call on the frequency.

"This is Stephanie at the main entrance to the Rest – I’m heading down to the ground levels and making a stand here and further out. The Dark Side will NOT succeed today! If you need to find someone to stand with today, you come find me – we will unite and defend our home and our Order as one."

She was reaching out to those Padawans she had met a few days ago, the future of the Order who showed so much passion – the likes of [member="Jerit Kolomor"] and [member="Zavii"] , of [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] and [member="Charlie"] and of course [member="Tanaski Yumi"] and little [member="Reggie Faayare"] who all were the same rank as her. They had learnt how to survive without their Masters for a while; would they have to do it again as the Silver Jedi were faced with this?

"A good friend once said to me – be a blazing brand to your enemies and a brilliant torch to your friends. Taking comfort that others find shelter in the shadow you cast." She smiled at the thought of [member="Laira Darkhold"] and nodded to herself. "Let us show the enemy how brightly the Silver Jedi shine!"

Stephanie clicked off with a surge of adrenalin coursing through her and began to issue out the best places for snipers to take position, and to make sure the Wookiees were going to be safe and welcome those who would stand and defend their home.

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Location: Silver Rest
Objective: Defend Kashyyyk.
Allies: SJO and Allies
Enemies:The Sith Empire

Reggie was meditating as usual, clearing his mind so he could connect to the force. The peace and relaxation he felt was always welcomed, especially when he pushed himself to his limits. That peace was soon interrupted when the sirens sounded, indicating that Kashyyyk was being attacked. Fear began to creep up on Reggie, but he pushed the emotion aside.

"I won't let fear stop me from doing what's needed. Not this time!"

Reggie had been absent for many battles that he could have helped in because of his fear, the fear of not being skilled enough to be of any use. No more. He has been training for moments like this, so it's time to put it to use.

Without hesitation, Reggie got up and put on his boots and grabbed his lightsaber. A call from [member="Stephanie Swail"] had appeared for everyone to hear, stating where she was and providing a boost in morale for all that listened. Reggie decided that he would join Stephanie to back her up, making haste towards the ground levels

 

[Darth Ophidia]

It was a rocky ride down to the surface. Their shuttle jerked this way and the other as it was hammered by the counter-offensive. Yet, the Satwasin carried themselves with grim determination. Weapons shouldered, the Mirialans remembered vividly the images of their burning homes, family blotted out by a column of white light striking down from above: The day they chose to give their oath to the Sith, and to the Pale Assassin.

They swore away their lives for vengeance.

"Lieutenant." The ashen assassin spoke."No doubt, no quarter, avoid direct confrontation. Use the trees and tall grass. Trust no one. This is war, Barlan, not a drill."

The young woman nodded solemnly and shouldered her weapon. "Yes sir."

Darth Ophidia lifted her helmet to her head and let it attach itself to her bald crown. It was a battered thing of old beskar, wrought in an age past when she was a young woman indeed. Yet, it served her with excellence as it had since its conception. As the beskar enclosed her head, the ship opened up. Her Satwasin moved out in file and scattered into the dense woods of Kashyyyk, hidden by their stealth field generators. She was not to lead them personally, no, she had a different purpose.

A snarl came from the dropship after the troops had gone, enhanced by the enclosed metal space, and a winged beast crawled out. Its black wings stretched out as Zhelen looked from side to side and took in the chaotic surroundings. Darth Ophidia spurred him from his back, setting the beast into a bout of running steps, followed by a jumping from branch to branch, and then flight. She turned the stealth field generator in his harness and in her own armour on. Their forms reduced to an oscillation on the air as the Fellbeast climbed its way through the tall Worshyr trees and spread its wings to the warm winds.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Kashyyyk – Mountain Trail (near the Ranger base)

Sergeant Roona Osmari had decided it was a good day to go running. There were some rugged mountain trails near the base, and they were perfect for a challenging workout. True, it was no leisurely jog through the park. The uneven terrain and hills made it difficult, but invigorating. After donning her workout gear, she placed her earbuds in and started up her music.

She took a stroll through the pit, walking at a brisk pace to warm up. Like always, it was a rather crowded mix of people here. There were familiar faces, too. Spotting the Colonel [member="Valkren Calderon"] lifting weights, she had to pause for a brief moment. The corner of her mouth tugged upwards as she watched him lifting, he made it look easy. Unlike some of her fellow Rangers, her goal was not to bulk up, but rather to keep lean and toned. That’s why she was so fond of running.

Running was also a good way to get some alone time.

An introvert at heart, she often needed the time to recharge before joining the others. Roona moved on, turning a quick last glance at the Colonel. She didn’t want to linger long enough for others to realize that she was staring. As she reached the trail, she ducked under the branches and started to jog. Her feet hit the ground at an even pace, and the fresh air in her lungs felt wonderful. Long strides took her into the wilderness, where she felt most at home.

After pushing herself up a large hill, her pace slowed slightly to recover. Her mountain run had taken her a good distance from the base, but she wasn’t ready to turn back just yet. However, it didn’t seem to matter whether she was ready or not…

The sound of sirens broke through her workout music.

A few Ysannan curse words escaped Roona’s lips. Turning on a heel, she started back down the hill. By a quick estimate, she was still at least 20 minutes away from the base. But if she ran fast, perhaps she could make it back in 15…

 

[Jake Daniels]

Location: Munitions Depot’s
Allies: TSJ
Enemies: TSE
Objective: Find someone to beat up.


Jake’s body was covered in a glistening sweat. The way his muscles stretched and bulged beneath his flesh was only heightened in appearance with his each deep breath he took and then held. Every extension of his arm, bending of his knees, and quick movement of his feet revealed the tell-tale features of an experienced combatant. His hair appeared shaggy. Darker than normal as it was soaking wet, his banks clung to his forehead as though he has just stepping from a shower.

The refurbished ordinance storage unit smelled of musk and stale beer. The ring took up a third of the metal container. The rest was taken up by the crowd of people that had gathered within. Some sat. Some stood. Everyone remained respectful of those around them and of those in the ring. Why? Because every one of them needed this.

Jake raised his fists, covered by a pair of black boxing gloves. Each arm was pulled in. Each hand taking position on either side of his head. A blue glove came roaring in. The hit collided with Jakes right forearm, knocking the man off balance. A second his came from the left, then a third from the right. Each rocking the aged warrior side to side. Still Jake kept his guard up. His teeth dug into the mouth piece that protected his teeth. His jaw clenched. His eyes momentarily shut as he allowed the beating to continue.

The fourth, fifth, and six hit came in and connected. Each hit harder than the previous but none broke through Jake’s defenses. For the moment, the Knight had protected the otherwise battered area known as his ugly mug. When a seventh combination hit was due to come in, Jake lashed out. Right, right, then a left. Three jabs coming from a south-paw stance. Normally a right hand dominate, Jake had been training to use the left. It was a much weaker hit, but the point was to stun. The first right connected cleanly to the face of his opponent. The second and third met glove. Jake, for the moment, allowed himself a breather as both men took several steps from the other.

Soldiers were incredibly stubborn individuals. Loyal to no end, they also had a tendency to let things build up. That meant people needed a way to let off steam. More importantly they needed a way to settle disagreements in a civilized fashion. In Jakes day the 62nd Marine Light Infantry used back room boxing matches to settle scores. There was no greater equalizer. Rank didn’t matter. An Admiral could step into the ring with a Private and no man was above the other. The moment a persons boots touched a boxing rings canvass, you were nothing more than a mere other man. No one was allowed to pull rank. No one was given a pass.

To see that this was a ritual that some soldiers still believed in was refreshing. Whether or not the Silver Jedi would be as accepting of such brutality was another question. How then did Jake managed to hide this from the leadership of the Silver Jedi? By enlisting the help of a couple of healers. People got hurt in the ring. Even Jakes face was swollen. His right eye was was purple, though not completely closed. His nose looked a bit worse from wear.

Likewise Jakes opponent showed signs of the bout. The man was much younger than Jake. He had a longer arm reach and more mass behind each swing. He was a power hitter. Though he didn’t hit Jake as often, each hit hurt. Jake jabbed. He preferred to wear down an opponent. The man he faced? This was a man who didn’t look like he’d be worn down. At least Jake could say he was leaving some marks. Fortunately neither Jake nor his opponent would be getting into any trouble for this. Had [member="Valae Kitra"] seen this there was little doubt she would have a few choice words for the Knight. Likewise had [member="Valkren Calderon"] known what Jake was doing with some of the soldiers, he might have had just a bit more than choice words for the reformed Jedi.

Each fighter unloaded. Power of his opponent rocked the Knight. Stylish combinations kept Jakes attacker at bay. There was no doubt how this fight would finish. It was just to be determined about how long it would take for Jake to go down. There was no bell to save a fighter. There were no rounds. It was whomever gave up first or whomever was the last man standing. Jake never gave up. Not because he was the best but because he was too damn stubborn to call it quits. That often meant he was the one whom made acquaintances with the boxing rings floor.

As Jake was back into one of the ring corners, he raised his hands again. A barrage of powerful hits found the body of Jake. He rocked side to side, doing his best to protect his face. Jake made a surprise one two combo to back his opponent up. Taking a step forward, he landed another one-two combo. His opponent put Jake right back into the corner with another hit. The gathered crowd let out groans and winced as they saw how Jakes body flopped backwards.

The sound of a distant concussive beats echoed through the air. Then another. A third. A fourth, fifth, sixth, and so on continued. Jake knew the routine of Kashyyyks forces. So did every soldier gathered. Today wasn’t a scheduled Silver Jedi Fleet exercise day. If there was one thing Jake could count on it was the fact that the Silver Jedi held to their schedules.

“Alright boys and girls.” Jake’s opponents said. “Wrap this up and head to your stations. We got work to do. Anyone marked up see one of the healers before leaving.”

Jake stepped out of the ring where he was approached by a woman in a Silver’s robes.

“You got worked over better than last time.” The healer remarked.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jake remarked.

“Isn’t it bad enough to be known as the Knight that trains Padawans like a Sith? You want them to find out about this too? The council is going to be furious when they find out about these backyard fights.” She said.

“Probably. They’re also be looking for the healers that helped to hide these fights to begin with.” Jake retorted with a laugh.

“Hold still.” The Healer raised her palms and put them before Jake. Closing her eyes she reached out with the force to close the small abrasions on his face. The swelling around his eyes, cheek bones, and nose soon subsided. When she was done her eyes reopened, “Like new. You know I’m going to tell Master Kitra one day.”

“But not today!”

The Healer let a scowl cross her face, “Next!”

Jake made his way to a chair where someone else helped him pull off his gloves. Reaching into his duffel, the man pulled out his shirt. Sliding it on the Knight rushed outside and into a crowd. Everyone was looking up to see the sight of ships coursing through the air. They weren’t Silver’s. Everyone knew the coloring of them. They new the designs. More specifically Jake felt the darkness through the force. They were Sith.

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

They'd try for smoke and mirrors....Good, made counter tactics a bit easier. The air advantage was an issue though if they could keep landing troops then there'd be no end to the fighting. As it was I'd already had the Mages Spear spun up. While the Sith may rely on smoke and mirrors they underestimated the resolve of cultures they'd used or enslaved in the past. With the tall grasses and tree lines there'd be urban environment specialists, snipers and likely at least several Sith leading their respective packs. I'd already equipped the war droids with weaponry specifically suited to intimidate and fro stealth. The sensors around the planet were feeding information into my HUD, problem with stealth generators was there was a spike in energy just before they became effective.

Added to that was the fact that anything larger than troop deployments had a significant energy spike and one of the troops drops had likely been done in two phases. First the troops had been deployed then another small blip accompanied by a larger blip. Which could mean a pilot and stealthed vessel..... As I moved towards that likely troop deployment I sent a message through encrypted comms. "Master Valae, please advise any defensive emplacements that it is likely there are stealthed combatants. Along with that it is possible there is some kind of cloaked vessel in Kasshyyyk airspace. I trust the right people will be made aware good luck m'lady." Clicking off comms transmissions I moved through the trees and prepared to hunt hidden targets.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] ~[member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Cadmon Geller]

Location: Orbit --> Groundside
Allies: TSE, Money
Enemies: SJO, Conscious
Objective: Do the job, don't think too much about the moral ramifications

There was something strange for Cadmon about taking a contract from the same people he'd spent most of his life fighting for. He'd been their elite, their cream of the crop, and when it all fell apart they'd left him in the cold, Jedi hot on his tail. They'd captured some, killed others, but not him, never him.

As he sat quietly, surrounded by a dozen other mercenaries in the hold of a dropship, he tried to rationalize working for the Sith and found little in the way of explanation except that it was a paycheck.

And a man had to eat.

He distracted himself looking over the SW-12 he'd purchased before taking the contract. The sonic pistol was a nasty little thing, being quick on the draw and deadly accurate in close quarters, it was right up the old Black Blade's alley. "Two minutes!" Barked the leader of the small mercenary band who Cadmon had little to no intention of following as soon as they hit the dirt, he'd just get in the way.

He'd grown used to working with amateurs since Ragmar's fell apart, most of the thugs who surrounded him were just that, thugs. Street toughs who thought they were ready for war, a few were ex-Republic or One Sith, a true mixed bag of idiots and down on their luck grunts. Best guess was that three of them survived. But that wasn't his problem.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Location: Trandosha -> Kashyyyk orbit
Allies: SJ [member="Jared Starchaser"]
Enemies: SE [member="Mulokhai Zarandur"]

And reverting in atmosphere, dangerously close to the planet, she did, thanks to her inexperience as a pilot. But she was looking up on her targeting computer, and... ouch. There were tons of contacts at various ranges, but the bulk were at long ranges, out of even proton rocket range. The fleet in orbit was busy engaging those enemy fleets, just that the closest target to Varindar was a MAAC/iv. With the proton rockets having longer ranges than proton torpedoes, firing at that MAAC/iv aft at nearly point-blank range was so very tempting for Varindar so that she can cause the cargo to crash-land, at which stage it would be easier to shoot down whoever is onboard. Wallpaper hopes that they would be able to score a mobility kill to a MAAC/iv that didn't land yet, as a mobility kill to a ship in atmosphere would usually be followed by a K-kill unless at very low altitudes, and, as such, endanger the cargo. Varindar's hands were shaking at the controls, thanks to her incredible nervosity, but she had to target its engines to accomplish the mobility kill. And hopefully limit the damage for the ground troops.

"Target confirmed: a Sith MAAC/iv, Wallpaper"

"Hotelier, don't forget to get a lock on the target before to launching ordnance. Luckily we are in VFR conditions today. Oh, and Fox Three" Wallpaper chattered on comms, while firing a guided proton rocket at the MAAC/IV's engines.

"Fox Three? VFR?"

"Just shut up and fire the proton rocket at its engines!"

"Hotelier, Fox Three!" she announced over comms while the guided proton rocket was being fired at the landing craft's engine assembly.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: In front of the Main Temple Door
Allies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | Big Mando-Metal Butt (Khia) | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Andorreth Vikar"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | And any Men without beards. TBD.
NPCs and Gear: At Bottom
Tagging those directly involved in the post.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HdMPlcQggw​

Kei kissed a picture of his wife and placed it inside a pocket. [member="Elara Amadis"]. Tension across his brow, his food was less appealing, and he placed the half eaten sandwich down on a nearby rock. He’d known this had been coming, that the Sith would show eventually. Sitting down to meditate at the door, Rifle in his lap. Amadis reached out and breathed as those around sprung to life. The worry and tension, the guilt at not being there when it mattered, off on missions on the rim, were all in the guardian. They’d lost good people, homes, and he hadn’t been there to do anything about it.

Well he was here now. The force had put the Jedi Master in front of this door, and he’d be dead before anyone crossed the threshold to it. This was where he was strongest, protecting those behind it, the padawans, the civilians, the younglings. All gave him a fire that was the same as the army of light crusades all those years ago. The more Sith that came at him and left the others alone the better.

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Brushing the back of his neck and hair, Amadis raised the rifle up, and propped it up against him. Acknowledging [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] over comms. He advised her that they had setup five battalions of wildcards in the forests treeline, and a brigade or more was in the mountain pass. For once his anxious drills at every single perceived intelligence threat or alert had paid off.


Kei stood to his full height and readied his rifle. Standing in full view of the door. Who was he kidding, he force pulled a boulder a short distance in front of the main temple door, walked forward and leaned over it, taking aim, bracing his assault rifle and finding cover. He wasn’t a sniper for nothing. “Stay safe Elara” [member="Elara Amadis"], kei said under his breath, hoping she wasn’t anywhere near this.


[member="Valkren Calderon"]

“How are the rangers doing? Any contacts” Kei asked over comms. [member="Valkren Calderon"] The wildcards were continuing to secure their treelines and the mountainside pass, by now they were beginning to dig in, the longer they had, the longer they could fortify their positions. Snipers were taking aim at anything suspicious and lines of communication and supply put into place.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Andorreth Vikar"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]

It was about then Amadis heard that possible shuttles were spotted by the wildcards in the trees. Only they couldn’t see anything, confirming what [member="Andorreth Vikar"] had said. “Confirmed. Possible stealth ships or tech in use entering the trees, we can’t make them out or get a fix. Someone get us a reading over here.” [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]. A gruff voice over the comms announced to all on the command channel, it wasn’t like the wildcards had the best tech or equipment, they didn’t. At least they had traps on the ground, but it would depend how many were coming if they’d catch anyone in them. Squads would probably get through, but large ground side movements would likely set them off.

Gear | NPCs

Spoiler

Gear:
One Important Sandwich | Tempest Jedi Armor | Power Blade Mii Knife (Hip) | Lightsaber (Hip) | MRS Rifle Ammo: 12mm SPA-I Ammo (Hands) | 2x Stun Grenades | Basic Field Medical Kit (Pouch) | Grappling Hook/Tie/Field Rations (Belt)


Optional NPC Forces if the enemy bring any. If they don’t consider them in the background.
If you are engaging them tag me please so I can estimate losses.
Wildcards

Location: Forests Surrounding Temple a distance away. | Fortifying Tree's and Positions
6,000 Wildcards
Former AoL and Republic Special Forces x5 Battalions
Ship boarding, infiltration and close combat specialists.

Location: Mountains | Fortifying Positions
1,500 House Rules, Hard Targets Battalion, Former AoL and Republic Coruscant Forces x 1 Battalion Fixed Emplacement, Urban Combat Specialists.

Location: Forests and Mountains. | Building Emplacements, Trenches, Foxholes.
1,500 Kintan Nikto Mercenary Battalion former AoL x 1 Battalion
Mechanised Engineering Battalion, using what they have to hand to build what they need.

Location: Nearest Settlement
Possible Angry Wookies: 3,000

Location: Surrounding Temple
HAVw_A6_Juggernauts (Capacity 6000) x20
RX-200 Falchion Class Assault Tank (Anti Aircraft) x20
AAC-1 Speeder Tank (Lighting Strikes) x20

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Sword Squadron 12/12 (Canon Clawcraft updated to current specs)
Allies: [member="Varindar Asyt"]
Enemies: [member="Mulokhai Zarandur"]

His crew was doing what they were trained to do. The ship from the Directorate was comfortable and allowed the team to handle a lot of different jobs. Transport, insertion, assault. Whatever was needed, really, throughout all the stations that the Directorate assisted. The Starchaser was making sure that everything was in order before real space reversion. He knew it was only a short while before they’d be orbiting Kashyyyk, then his crew would have earned their leave and be able to take a shuttle to… wherever they were hoping to go.

His own clawcraft was in prime shape, the rest could use a bit of a tune up, but were well within safety and operation parameters, he was just… particular. Jared was the kind of man who straightened photos in someone else’s house, after all. So his own ship, and office, and home, were going to be very clean.

The thing that wasn’t clean? That real space reversion. And the space outside. Jared could feel it. The dark side has come to Kashyyyk. He pointed to his droid and to get off the launch floor as he ran towards his ship. The klaxons were going off as he reached the ladder.

“Riptide Actual, the is Sword Leader. Launching. Get the squadron out as fast as you can.” He wasn’t going to let the Sith start to take down anything of worth. As his clawcraft was pulling from the MagCon shield, he could see two more warming up behind him.

Terrific.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen​

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Shores of Kashyyk | Location​

TSE Legion Ground Forces/Lieutenant Saryn/| Company​

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Vexen had stood amongst columns of Legion soldiers aboard one of the vessels stationed above Kashyyk, the Sith Empire having deemed the harassment and disruption of the wretched Silver Jedi Order's operations an interest amongst those who heeded the call to battle. The armored Sith Knight who had been assigned the position of General amongst the finest soldiers the Sith Empire had to offer, was one such individual who would heed the call to bloodshed, particularly against the Silver Jedi whom had shown to be a nuisance time and time again. Columns of Fang Wardroids armed with large shields marched into position as they were getting loaded aboard pods that would soon be equipped to their Monolith Walkers. At his side stood a woman adorned in full attire, his second in command, Lieutenant Saryn who was in a stiff posture along with the rest of the rank and file. The billowing cloak that was attached to Vexen's armor would come to a halt as he had ceased his pacing from inspection. His vocoded voice boomed and commanded the attention of all who stood in the hangar. " We stand ready to rain fire and destruction to those who would dare defy us. Let the wrath of the Sith Empire be known to all those foolish enough to believe that they can withstand the strength of our mighty Legion. Go forth into battle and bring glory to our Empire. "

His speech was met with a rousing roar of acknowledgment and approval from the soldiers as they raised their fists in the air. They were no mere peons to be thrown mindlessly into battle, and Vexen had developed something that could be noted as respect for his troops. They were well trained and well equipped to handle their own, but he would pair them with the wardroids for protection once they made landfall, considering that the Silver Jedi were dug in with their Wookie allies that were to also be respected in battle. The droids would bear the brunt of the oncoming assault and function as the shield that pushed forward to allow for his troops to push up with minimal casualties. His walkers would provide artillery and fire support from anything the Wookies had to throw at them and provide ample support from Silver Jedi fighters in the air. His troops would begin to load up as they readied themselves in the transports whilst the walkers lumbered aboard. It was time to make his presence known on the ground as over a dozen transports laden with eager soldiers took flight and flew to the surface below an escort of Sith Empire fighters taking off to fly escort.

The transports and fighter escorts would make for the surface as they encountered resistance that was handled by the escort, though as they approached the surface the appearance of AA as well as enemy craft made for a much less peaceful journey to the ground. Several of his transports were met with resistance as rockets and Wookie flyers engaged them, suffering engine failures as they trailed smoke and crashed into the water approaching one of the beachheads below. The transports that did make it through would touch down in the water as the ramps lowered as the rumbling thuds of heavy footsteps were heard, Monolith class walkers lumbering out into the light and onto the beach, their full armaments brought to bear as they began deploying dozens of heavily shielded Fang wardroids whilst Legion troops began to pour out to take position behind the slowly forming shield walls. Vexen would step forth out into the light as he ignited his crimson saber and raised it in the air before pointing it forward, his voice booming across all squad channels. "Onward! "

The thunderous march of over a hundred droids with thick durasteel tower shields moving in unison could be heard as TSE ground forces began pushing up against the beach. It was time to put on display the full might of the Sith Empire against its foes and those who would foolishly align themselves against a fearsome force that shook fear into the hearts of all.

 

[Mythos]

WAR IT WAS... WASN'T IT?

Location: Deep Woods of Kasshyk
Objective: Call her ([member="Darth Ophidia"])

Mythos was not here to aid the Silver Jedi if he was he was to bring the entire power of the ancient eye to bare, instead he had been here establishing a deep woods and strategical base in case the silvers ever either turned on him or even better... she had come out to play. This day, this wonderful force blessed day his wishes were more than just answered, they were granted with full glory. Deep in the jungles of this world, a world that with his neutral relation with the silver jedi allowed him create a small shack with long range communicators and create a forward operation base, he waited and sustained a splinter cell. Always in the front and always working hard to create tactical battlefield advantages Mythos was neck deep, creating battle lines and carving out for himself a few miles of woodland defenses for himself deep in silver territory without being spotted. His gear was the usual, his skull, lightsabers, rudis and blaster rifle apart from what the NSF carried with them.

It was his seventeenth day in this jungle, the humid heat was way worse than the heat in Ankypt leaving barely enough time to gather water and establish apex formations. This day would prove more than just eventful... it would prove to be a hand of destiny. The radios and communications arrays began to blare out in alarm, Mythos did not have to guess what was happening inside his bungalow but his men did scramble to get as much information as they could... The Sith Empire had come to Kashykk. Their orders by Mythos' command were to do nothing more than report and analyze but Mythos' personal mission was not to be disclosed ....

He had not felt her in Thyferra... He had not felt her in Korriban and he had not felt her when he invited the Sith into his home... would he feel her in here?

Truly it was a herculean task, to sense the seed sized essence of she who could not be sensed? No one could do that... unless they knew what it felt like before. Meditation was called for, meditation with his skull beside him, gathering it's memories and power to remember... remember what that fury felt like, remember how that fire burnt like... Remember her... His true master...

It was time to ascend or cement.

With his power, amplified with the strength of both the nexus' of dark side energies flanking him at both sides Mythos decided to boom through the force, reaching out to one signature in particular going off nothing but memory.

"Are... you... out... there?"​

 

[Mulokhai Zarandur]

Mulokhai Zarandur​

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Allies: N/A​

Enemies: [member="Jared Starchaser"] | [member="Varindar Asyt"]​

Glancing at his scanners, Mulokhai saw that they had enemies closing in. Good. He'd been waiting for far too long already. The veteran Pilot adjusted instruments, whipping his Interceptor around as Krayt fell into formation alongside him, forming a screen between the transports and incoming defense fighters. "Form into Flight Groups, 4 of 3." With those words, the Squadron split off like clockwork, clearly well-trained and disciplined as they formed into Flight Groups of 3, able to coordinate at 4 different areas.

Bringing his own group forward and rushing into the fray, Mulokhai met the enemy fighters head on. He lined up in front of one of the enemy leaders, almost staring him down as the two craft rushed at each other. The interceptor fired faster, already putting pressure on the other vessel as it returned. The Acolyte trusted his instincts, the ship seeming to bob and weave around the blasts as it moved forward, almost like a boxer avoiding jabs.

Closing in, Mulokhai charged for the enemy's throat, firing a volley of laser cannon blasts straight into the enemy cockpit, pulling up as he did. The shots collided into the pilot himself, sending his fighter spiralling down in a fireball. As he re-aligned with his two wingmen, a smirk almost came across the Sith's face, before it was rudely interrupted by communications streaming through. More of them. More fighters incoming.

That only made it better. He spoke authoratively again into his communciator. "Stay in Flight Groups, reform on shuttle escort." They were staying somewhere in orbit, other Squadrons farther down were handling the atmospheric entry and ground air support. Space was where he felt at home, anyway. His fingers only grew more tense around his controls as he began to get further into the zone, as he became more entranced in what was happening. He was falling into the flow, now.

He was listening to the sweet song of war.

 

[Tristram Senan]

Objective: Seeing Red
Location: Random outpost
Allies: Wookies
Enemies: Sithies & Silvers who get in the way

There was one good thing about being a sort of gypsy, you made friends everywhere. It was for this reason that Tristram showed up to Kashyyk a few days ago. His Wookie friend Kash, a nickname Tristram had come up with himself, had become a father and wanted to show off his new daughter off. It had been a pleasant visit, but it was time for him to head back out. He had a pretty new wife to try and court, if [member="Tulahi'rani"] would actually let him. That woman was a true Honey Bee and he still had to get past her stinger to get to her honey.

The place Kash had taken Tristram was a small outpost near his furry friend's village. It happened to be the only spot clear enough to support a port so was were everyone had to go to get a shuttle to the main one in the Silver's capital city. As they walked along though, a sudden panic seemed to take over the soldiers stationed there. They were all moving about quickly. To those exposed to war it was clear battle had found this planet yet again. Who could the Silvers be out to attack or be attacking though? Then he heard the one word he both dreaded and desired to hear the most: Sith. They had come to attack. They were going to get attacked back. Tristram was going to see to it.

His fist had tightened as he heard the word. Kash had noticed and said something to Tristram. The Wookie was one of the few who knew his friend's hatred for the Sith. Tristram just gave him a smile and said, " I know friend. I have to go. I can't stop myself from going. I'll come back and visit you again. Promise." With that said a sad growl escaped Kash and a gentle pat on Tristram's shoulder. The human hybrid took off towards the place where the Silvers had their ships. Most of the fighters had taken off, but one pilot was being slow. They were boarding the ship as Tristram ran up. Using the force, he pulled them off the boarding ladder. The pilot went flying off towards a hopefully soft place as Tristram bounded up the rungs of the ladder. Plopping himself into the cockpit, he closed the hatch and got the engine started up.

It seems some of the Silvers had noticed Tristram highjacking their ship, but they were too late to stop him. Blaster bolts struck the hull around the cockpit as the fighter lifted up into the air and then he took off. He got their com channel up and began to listen to the chatter. There was lots of talk about other ships, but he wasn't an ace so choosing to engage in a dogfight would be a bad idea. No he needed to pin point where there was Sith on the ground for him engage. He might only be wearing some leather and armorweave so had no real armor suited to a battlefield, but it wasn't going to stop him. Not today.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Silver Rest underground command center
Allies: SJ [member="Kei Amadis"] [member="Khia Varad"] [member="Andorreth Vikar"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]
Enemies: SE [member="Kor Vexen"]

"We have reports of stealthed craft making their moves near tree level" the sensor technician reported.

"Most disturbing: track their magnetic signatures, or any abnormal air streams, Meanwhile, there are other devoid of any stealth, or there could be, in which case the vanguard is in the stealthed units and the main force or rearguard is not"

With emergency protocols activated, she hoped that the likes of [member="Sko'saht"], [member="Elijah King"] or [member="Gir Quee"] would be able to engage the enemy fleets in orbit, especially since there were dozens of enemy contacts detected, with one battlegroup being mostly about capital ships, and no less than four battlecruisers, and another group, smaller than the first one, with more escorts attached to it. As petulant as that enemy was, Jessica knew better than to let her guard down. Especially since it was likely a precursor to a larger landing force. However, that would usually mean guns are to be used to fire at those stealthed craft: abdornally constant air streams would usually mean that something is moving through it. Oh boy, may the enemy troops that made landfall actually spring a trap among the tall grass and trees, she thought, while the Xi Charrians were using scanners integrated into their HUDs to track any suspicious movements among the trees and tall grass, and fire at hostiles if some are encountered, while remaining mindful of staying under weapons tight protocol. Same goes with the missile batteries and firing at enemy aircraft or landing craft.

"Enemy contacts landed on the beach! Walkers are on the move!"

"Concentrate proton rockets on the enemy formations there: they are slow as molasses, fire for effect! We need aerial support, too; prepare the thermobaric charges"

"The Sith definitely have learned their lessons from Midvinter and Dromund Kaas, at least in part: no longer are they deploying unsupported infantry"

The enemy forces that landed on the beach would be coming under heavy artillery fire: mortars firing proton rounds, ion torpedoes as fired by the infantry-based missile launchers, were belching their explosive payloads onto the shield walls, and 108 proton rockets being fired at the walkers, alongside the energy bombs being dropped by the bombers before the fighters went in for another high-altitude pass, launching 24 concussion missiles at the walkers, in hopes that their destruction would provoke explosions large enough to take out part of enemy infantry formations. However, because the tanks were direct-fire artillery to her, they were not in position to open fire at the walkers just yet. In the meantime, the forces that were among the trees close to the beach, Xi Charrian or not, opened fire, pelting 10mm rippers, electromagnetic plasma fire, both suppressive and sniper, in hopes of killing as many Fang wardroids as possible, by means as varied as shooting for the eyes or shooting for the joints, and maybe even to hit barrels on a walker, as was possible under the cover of the foliage. And move under said cover, too. If that was enough to convince Jessica that the Sith at least tried to wage ground warfare beyond zombies or hordes of unsupported infantry, that would be it. Also, thermobaric charges were being brought to the Hailfire-Xs and the mortars inside the base so that they could be fired by those platforms on the next volley.

Spoiler: Gear

• Caluula anti-matériel rifle
• Lightsaber (holstered)
• Laminanium armor

Spoiler: Order of battle

Infantry:

• 3800 Silver Jedi regulars
• 700 heavy weapons infantry
• 500 Xi Charrian marines

Artillery:

• 48 Irnfall main battle tanks
• 72 Hwacha MLRS
• 36 Hailfire-X droids

Aircraft:

• 12 A-10 LAAT gunships
• 24 Chiloon-I fighters
• 24 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Kashyyk, Silver's Rest
Objective: Meet up with the Padawan Squad and Protect the Temple
Allies: SJO and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies

They had come with a bang, a crash in the air and the sight of flaming meteor's carving through the sky accompanies with that oily slick feeling that seemed to coat the pristine forest world, a now familiar feeling that brought with it the sense of the dark side, the overwhelming feeling of despair and chaos that it brought with it. It was sad, but for 18 years of her life she'd never sensed it, never worried about what it meant, what it would bring. But in the last year, she'd felt it more than she cared to believe was possible, more than anyone should, the feeling of the darkside seemed to be a constant companion, almost following her around as if it were drawn to her. Even her dreams, both waking and sleeping seemed to be obsessed with nothing but the dark side.

However this wasn't a dream, the Padawan paused stopping in the middle of the temple grounds as she stared up at the stars, they were coming, she could feel the malice spreading out, pressing down on her as if it wanted to crush her down, to overwhelm her. For a moment, there in the middle of the temple grounds the pressure got to her, her confidence wavering, resolve cracking under the pressure. Yet as quickly as the moment came it had passed leaving her feeling soiled, stained down to the depths of her very soul. The young woman looked around furtively, shoulders hunching slightly as she hurried on down the path to the other Padawans, hopeful that no-one had seen her moment of weakness. This was no time to crack, she could see her friend in the distance, all resolutely staring up at the Sith, ready in their positions as she stepped up next to Stephanie. "Well, someone should have told me life with the Silver Jedi would have been this interesting I'd have...oh who am I kidding, I'd be here anyway with you guys."

[member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Zavii"] | [member="Charlie"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Farah]

Location: In the jungle, the quiet jungle…
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order
Objective: Science!

The Sith Empire was expanding steadily, influence leeching out into old Silver worlds and obliterating any trace of the Jedi. While Kashyyyk was not within their grasp quite yet, the Sith could still do what the Sith seemed to do best. Rain hellfire on the homes of the innocent, force grandmothers to dig their own graves, enslave the populace, etc. While that was all well and good, Farah wasn’t particularly interested in wreaking havoc or even fighting. Not in this way, anyhow.

The Zeltron had made a rather unpleasant landfall in a drop pod ejected from an Imperial ship. Instead of heading towards Jedi structures and Wookie villages, the young doctor’s pod took a different trajectory into the vast expanse of jungle.

She probably wouldn’t have even been here if her research on the planet hadn’t lead her to a potentially interesting find. It was an old report that had been translated through several languages making it difficult to decipher and theoretically false, but it outlined a rare bacterium that had been discovered in the depths of the jungle planet. Normally this wouldn’t be that interesting to her, but the scientist who’d worked with a sample of the bacteria mysteriously died and left behind an oddly desiccated corpse after a short amount of time, body nothing more than a husk sucked dry of life.

For Farah, that was way more interesting than antagonizing Jedi.

After righting herself and ensuring that her ridiculous envirosuit had no tears in it, the Acolyte began her trek through the jungle, datapad in one hand as she mapped her route out to where the bacteria was supposedly found. Flanking her on either side were Sith troopers in nondescript armor and carrying standard blasters. Not the best protection but Farah was worried more about the local fauna than the Jedi. They’d have enough on their plate.

Hopefully.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Planet: Kashyyyk
Location: Silver Rest SJO Temple Gardens --> Landing Pad
Gear in signature
Allies: SJO peps mainly [member="Dusaro Dresari"]
Enemies: Sith peps

Sukai's rather large combat boots squelched against the soft grass of the garden as the Jin Jedi began to run for the exit. Alarms blared around the temple, sirens and other indications of the impending assault upon the Jedi home world, [member="Valae Kitra"] loud speaker message not being lost to the young woman as she started making haste out of the garden with the intention of joining up with other defending forces. It was rather confusing time, having not be apart of much military operations before, least a defensive skirmish, not particularly knowing where to go in order to regroup.

Thankfully she would not have to put to much thought into the manner as a familiar voice came over her robes comm link. "Dusaro, and I glad to hear you, and yes I got the warning loud and clear, I will meet up with your shortly", she replied bolting down the white washed temple hallway, the sound of her feet hitting the polished floor echoing down the empty corridor. "As for weapons, you have a slug thrower in there? if not maybe just a heavy blaster of sorts, though in the end I would rather have my sabre's do the talking, but best be prepared".

She waited for a response from the Echani Jedi before shutting the comm link off for the moment, suddenly leaching into an even faster sprint, utalizing force speed to propel herself forwards at an incredible rate. In no time the young Jedi reaching the entrance of the temple, eyes gazing upon the landing pad, the place abuzz with activity, fighter pilots manning their craft, non-combatants packing up and retreating to a safe place, and of course Dusaro himself waiting next to the iconic battle hardened freighter.

Once again using the force she leapt down the stair way, continuing her sprint towards her fellow jedi, knowing full well time was of the esance, the dark aura of Sith and battle hungry propaganda brain washed troopers making their decent upon the planets surface."DUSARO OVER HERE"!!, she yelled out at around 100 meters away from the man, herself donned in the black Skyler Yukata that she had crafted with her master, a robe that made her force signature stand out easily.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Defend Kashyyyk, meet up with [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
ALLIES: SJO other allies
ENEMIES: TSE

The air was silent save for the smooth and somewhat melo sounds of metal scrapping against metal, a short curved blade that once would immediately associate with Atrisia grinding against a wetting stone. It's owner, a rather effeminate looking young mane, sitting in seiza style, intent on sharpening the blade to an extremely sharp point, one so fine that even just touching it slightly would break the skin. Some may call it over compensation or a waist of time, as such a sharp point would dull rather quickly in a fight, but it was Riben-Jin tradition to care deeply for ones blades and weapons, and Tanasuki was no different, even despite his looks and attitudes.

Lifting up the blade his brown eyes gazed upon the point, the light shimmering off the polished metal, a grey tit coating the length, cutesy of a cortosis covering. It was vibro blade, purposely made to combat light sabre users, a blade what would sap ones strength away with each little nick cutting deeper than one would expect, a blade forged by his own hands that would only leave his hands in death. Tanasuki stood up, placing the blade back into its scabbard, the twin of it already sheathed and connected to his waist, "So it begins, I best meet with everyone else". He had felt the call from [member="Stephanie Swail"], quickly preparing his arms and armor, though probably not one to fight on the front line he had a feeling the Sith would still somehow break through to the temple entrance, the place him and the other Padawans where to meet.

Exiting the room he began to sprint down the temple hallways, silent and not emotion, a stoic expression planted across his face, the same one he had during the invasion of Degoba. For the most part his hasty journey was uneventful, many Jedi and rangers having already left for the fight, finally reaching the entrance of the temple area, spotting the other Padawans along with [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] grouping up. Only a few so far, but it was a good start, the Riben Jin joining the two, giving a small bow upon arrival, "ready and awaiting, I will not falter in my duty to defend the temple, even prepared to lay down my life if need be....". "Or you know take a stab wound here and there, don't really want to die and all but my peoples code of honor and all".