Under 12 Parsecs [SSC Dominion of Kessel Hex]

[Coci Heavenshield]

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Kessel Sector
"Oathkeeper"

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

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The jump to hyper went smoothly under the guiding hands of the small crew and the commanders. Coci sat on the edge of her seat as usual, fingers gripping into the arm rest and small beads of sweaty rested on her brow. However, once the swirling blue of the tunnel shot before her black eyes, she was able to relax a little, her fear of flying still very much irrational but nothing in this galaxy ever goes smoothly. So the Silver Sanctum Coalition was back in business, reports out of Kessel Sector informed them that a criminal syndicate was crawling headway into establishing, running illegal drugs, arms and all manner of associated crimes that normally surround such an activity.

There had been further reports of unrest on other systems in the sector that needed their attention as well. This was going to be a lot of work, and so the Sanctum are arriving in full force. After the loss on Ruusan, things had not gone to plan, underestimating the ST was something they needed to draw experience from and learn to be prepared for what might come. But there now there is work to be done..

From the command seat, Coci stood up and walked behind the captain's chair resting her hands on Thurion's shoulders, "I have packed our armour", she said giving his shoulders a gentle rub. "Kessel is full of uncertainty I can sense it". More likely then not, the Sanctum would meet with much resistance, the crime lords do not give up ground without a fight, not their nature to be benevolent toward anyone. "We will arrive in a few hours", she leaned around and placed a loving kiss on Thurion's cheek. I love you greatly, she spoke to his mind as her lips lingered on his skin to feel his warmth.

Spoiler

Objective: "Into The Hornet's Nest" (Possible PvP) (Kessel)
The Coalition's more aggressive arm will have to deal with Hutts and pirates, who have been profiting from the paranoid and the bloodthirsty, the weak and the poor. The Coalition will hear no more of it and surmount their own unique brand of operation to deal with the problem in the hopes of dealing with both the Hutts and the pirates once and for all. The Antarian Rangers, Coalition Fleet, Silver Jedi, and friends take a stand in the War on Spice by attacking it at the source of one of its largest and most successful production facilities. Whether its arresting the miners, killing Glitterstim spiders, or taking a flamethrower to the glitter webs (or doing what you can to salvage the harvest for sale at much increased prices!), do what you can to make your mark.

Objective 2: "Big Trouble in Little Kessel" (Healer-themed Adventure PvE) (Kessel)
In the wake of the Coalition's failed invasion, cultists, criminals, and corrupt officials on Kessel have to bear. Encouraged with the idea that the Coalition would be licking its wounds, a Primeval cult has abducted a Jedi Padawan with green eyes, for use in a ritual which they believe will unleash a Dark Side Nexus and welcome the god Balagoth into our realm. In pursuit, agents of the Coalition have discovered the cultists experiments with Sith Alchemy have Inflicted a rabies-like disease that has begun to spread throughout the planet's wildlife and has started to infect the humanoid population, creating chaos as it begins to spread. The outbursts of such an aggressive disease draw the attention of the Coalition's healers, both Jedi and non-Jedi alike in an attempt to find a cure for the disease.

Objective 3: "To Mend and Defend" (Planetary Defense Development) (Fwillsving)
After a failed invasion of Triumvirate held Ruusan the Coalition braces for a counter attack. Starting the establishment of satellites, and sensors in both hyper and real space, n the hopes that an early warning system would allow the Coalition a 'heads-up' on incoming assaults.Now, the Coalition Fleet and Antarian Rangers have mobilized to secure the hyperlanes of the Kessel Sector, in which Fwillsving is akin to a cockroach nest. Clear out the pirates, arrest the smugglers, and restore law and order.

Objective 4: "Negotiations, Naivetes, and Noghri... oh my!" (Diplomacy) (Honogr)
Convince members of the Honogr government or people the economic and political advantages of setting aside their neutrality and joining the Coalition.

Objective 5: Bring Your Own Objective
A rabies-like disease, war, and poverty mix within Kessel's system. Piracy threatens the security of the Coalition. Honogr must determine it's place in the current galactic economy. There are these, and many other stories to be told. Whether they're Jedi or not, the cries for help throughout the sector can be heard, cries that the Coalition will answer.

Remember to number your posts. Maximum 35 posts each writer.

 

[Cathbodua]

Objective 5:
1/38

Cathbodua was looking at the different things, after the failed invasion well the battle was something she didn't need to worry about. The healing and the medicine was what counted while she was moving with intent throughout the medical ship tapping a few of the things. Sakura had made this hospital ship to become a teaching hospital and for medical research they could do. She was standing there in the black bodysuit with her pack off for now leaving her to look like a holobook hero instead of a jedi but while she grabbed the field rebreather it gave the jedi knight something to do before she grabbed her medical pack with with a few of the healers. THey might need a bodyguard while moving through and had put out a message to some of the other ones who might be able to protect them... she'd be fine.

 

[Orihime Ike]

Objective 4:
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Sorel Crieff"]
2/38

Orihime was here to work an angle... no not that kind as she stood in the Kimono looking more formal and had her hair down instead of in a ponytail. She was here to meet with the diplomat to convince them to come and join the coalition alongside Joza Perl whom she had met on their adventure and she could bribe with nack cakes and she was hoping her BestestFriendForFrakingever Sorel.... there was also that moment she spared a thought for [member="Boo Chiyo"] and blushed a little.. just a little before sneezing. He always made her react and sneeze several times when she did it again working out a few of the other things. She had her diplomatic gear just in case and best smile she could present to the locals while she stood in the ship.

 

[Rasu Gan]

Location: Oathkeeper onboard with [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Objective 1
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The ship was a hive of activity. The Oathkeeper's crew busied themselves around the Jedi Master as she stood a few paces back from the center of the bridge. Entranced by the blue glow of hyperspace, Rasu reflected on the recent events that had resulted in their departure towards Kessel. It had seemed only a short while ago that the Coalition forces had returned from a defeat at Ruusan. While her reflexes had been as sharp as ever, it seemed her ability to fight Sith and the forces of the dark side were lacking. However with the crisis on Kessel came an opportunity to redeem themselves as protectors and upholders of the light. They would not fail in this instance. She could feel a similar sense of determination and drive humming about the bridge, as if each member wished to rectify their failure in the previous invasion. The Jedi Master smiled at this thought, knowing that the group of individuals that surrounded her shared the same driven desire to make good on Kessel.

Looking ahead, the Shi'ido's eyes came to rest on the pair of Jedi Master's leading their forces. While Rasu had not been particularly close to pair through the years, her respect and admiration for their abilities and leadership had grown considerably instead. Even without the Force Rasu could sense the love each possessed for the other and in a way it made the Jedi jealous of the bond they shared. Averting her gaze at such an affectionate display, Rasu could feel her cheeks flush before a wave of grief plagued her spirit. Images of her deceased partner flashed through her mind, bringing with it an essence of regret and anguish. Though she would dismiss the thought, Rasu longed for the affection that the two Masters possessed before her. However she knew her time for that had passed.

Pulling her thoughts away from such depressing subjects, Rasu focused on maintaining her composure. Her hands casually rested on her twin lightsaber hilts, relishing the sensation of comfort that passed through her as she caressed the cool metal. Knowing that she would no doubt have to use her weapons, Rasu enjoyed the peace of the bridge while it still existed. She shared the same thoughts towards Kessel as Master Heavenshield. Kessel was indeed shrouded in uncertainty and it did not bode well for the Coalition.

 

[Barinthus E'ron]

Objective 1
[member="Rasu Gan"]
3/38

The padawan remained quiet a he was standing there with his master letting the force energies roll off of him. The protomesh that had been synthweaved and was being tested by several jedi and soldiers throughout the galaxy served a very important purpose as he touched it. Designed to be made for those who served the lightside of the force and highly protective when he was looking at hi master and preparing for anything. They had trials to work on and he did have some skills to try and show off as he needed to work on all of it to if not impress then at least prove to his master that he was ready, that he would make her proud and save Allana if she was in danger. He would just have to see what he could do about it while running a hand over hi hair ready for anything. He was practically vibrating from excitement at the idea.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

"Oathkeeper"

(2)

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Barinthus E`ron"] | Mother

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"No no NO NO NO", fingers worked with fever over the gaming console. "Poodoo, I am running out of life! .. come on come on just a few more... seconds". Tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. "What the f.. this game is glitchy man ..", [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] needs to sort out the glitches, got nothing to do with the gamer at all! "Oh hello, you are pretty ... she killed me!".

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Théo threw the console on his bunk in disgust, it was time to go do something constructive. On board the Oathkeeper, in his private room Théo pulled on his outer robes, his boots and saber hilt before making his way up the corridor to the bridge. On entering he noticed the Oathkeeper had guests today, as they all departed for Kessel. The Silver Watch was in good hands which allowed him to be here to help the Sanctum in Kessel, and he would go where needed. "Hello TeeToo", he patted the R2 unit on the dome as he passed.

The family was on Jedi business, and in this capacity Théo acknowledges his parents rank and position, he gave them both a respectful bow with an added smile and a glint in his eyes that only they would recognise. "Masters Heavenshield, I regret to inform you we are out of blue milk". Yet he turned his attention to the guests, mother would brook nothing less then impeccable manners, "Greetings Master Gan, Padawan E'ron it is a pleasure to have you with us today .. I don't believe we have met, I am Théo Heavenshield". A deeper bow for them both.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: ‘Into The Hornet’s Nest’
Location: Outskirts of the Kessel Facility
Allies Involved: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Barinthus E`ron"] | All Silver Sanctum
Post: #1 / 35

The memory of Ruusan was raw, and for Connor it was another knockback. A failed invasion, and a failed assault on the Valley which resulted in him helping tear open a portal to the Netherworld and end up alone in the field. The Sith Triumvirate had taken victory, and now the Silvers were eager to show that was a temporary loss.

The forces had been briefed on the situation regarding Kessel and it was time to speak with actions. Padawans, Knights and Masters moved into action, with those welcome to stay on Voss and secure the temple. As for those moving out across in the Outer Rim, the Antarian Rangers were on the move, already engaged to secure a passageway through the hyper-lanes. Fleets were ready to secure the stars above.

Connor Harrison was already on planet side, honing in on where the Silvers wanted to hit – the main distribution facility outside of the Spice Mines, where the Hutts, pirates and crime lords converged to arrange the next batch of mind-breaking drugs and spices for distribution and sale. The area around the target was a spectrum of burnt colour; dusty browns, warm oranges and light tan. Landing pads were dotted around as well as two long runways for large craft to land and take-off with cargo. Warehouses and small chimneys were dotted around the facility, and small vehicles could be seen zipping around. It was like a small village populated with scum and villainy.

From the mound of rock he lay behind on his belly warming in the sun, Connor watched through his electrobinoculars as a squad of Rangers congregated in the horizon. Up above, as a dot in the sky, a transport broke the atmosphere to head to its destination.

Connor was kitted out in his combat armour to help both against the harsh terrain the were on and also the enemies they would encounter. Lightsaber at his side, he twisted the focus on the binoculars to watch the ship come into the landing pad of the facility, with a look of quiet determination and resolve painted across his otherwise emotionless face.

”I’m in position and got eyes on the target. Come on over when you’re ready.”

He spoke little, and said what needed to be said. They would know whose voice it was, and where he was, and he would stay there until the next stage of the objective came into play and he could move. And he would also keep an eye on those he didn’t trust operating within the Sanctum walls.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: 1 - 'Into the Hornet's Nest'
Location: Aboard the Oathkeeper
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Barinthus E`ron"]
Post: 1

Thurion sat comfortably in the Captain's chair, one leg resting upon the other in a relaxed pose while keepin one hand on the controls. His chin was propped up on his remaining hand and just as he gave his beard a good scratch Coci leaned in for a kiss upon his cheek, causing a smile on his lips. "Very few things in life are certain," he replied to her ominous prediction about the planet, only to gently turn his head towards her to meet her lips. "One of them is that my love for you knows no bounds." As the pair shared in a kiss far too brief than either would've liked, the commlink flashed as the voice of one Connor Harrison reached them, albeit with some static accompanying his message.

"Copy that, we're breaking through Kessel atmosphere now, heading for your coordinates. Thurion, out." Getting up from his chair, Thurion left the remainder of the trip to his trusty sidekick R2-T2, or just 'Teetoo' for short. It was then that the youngest Heavenshield appeared with that mischievous look in his eye, and just as Théo finished introducing himself to Barinthus and Rasu both Thurion grabbed hold of his son from behind, locking his arms around his waist and lifting him off the ground with a grunt, as the lad had grown quite a bit since last they played around this way. "Oh yeah? I bet you couldn't beat my score!" He laughed while putting him back down and giving his black hair a good ruffle. "You're not taking that thing with you when we go to see your uncle - we'll have plenty of stuff to occupy us, rest assured."

Turning to Rasu Gan, the Shi'ido Jedi Master who had a longer history with the Silvers than most, Thurion offered her a kind smile and a pat on the arm. "We're honoured to have you with us, Rasu. And you, Barinthus," he added as he looked the young man in the eyes before returning his gaze to the aforementioned woman. "Iella would be proud of how far we've all come, I'm sure of it."

 

[Taiden Keth]

Objective 2, Big Trouble in Little Kessel.
Location: Kessel
PC Allies: Anyone!
NPC Background Allies: 48 of House Keth's Honorguard | NPC'd: [member="Taresa Kae"]
Space: Squadrons of Thyrsus Hearts in Orbit
Post #1
Mission Information:

Spoiler

Objective 2: "Big Trouble in Little Kessel" (Healer-themed Adventure PvE) (Kessel)
In the wake of the Coalition's failed invasion, cultists, criminals, and corrupt officials on Kessel have to bear. Encouraged with the idea that the Coalition would be licking its wounds, a Primeval cult has abducted a Jedi Padawan with green eyes, for use in a ritual which they believe will unleash a Dark Side Nexus and welcome the god Balagoth into our realm. In pursuit, agents of the Coalition have discovered the cultists experiments with Sith Alchemy have Inflicted a rabies-like disease that has begun to spread throughout the planet's wildlife and has started to infect the humanoid population, creating chaos as it begins to spread. The outbursts of such an aggressive disease draw the attention of the Coalition's healers, both Jedi and non-Jedi alike in an attempt to find a cure for the disease.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjoxsVV6fFo​

Kessel
Cold, dry and thin, connection to their planetary energies weak, and hard to see.

With all the fighting going on across the galaxy, this Echani was just happy to be here healing, rest from troubles that wrought others. Other Echani armed in their usual white armor, swords, energy shields and pistols were attending to the sick or wounded as best they could, taking full safety precautions. Taiden was among the few to be actively following the currents of the nexus. Meditating as per usual as the start of their events, silently dressed in white and silvers, emblems of Keth Dragons now more subdued with the final death of his ancestor Raien. He had mixed feelings about it, and Matsu Ike, and Taresa Kae!. As always however, Taiden Keth kept those feelings to himself, kneeling quietly and reaching outward. Smoggy air and skies made for an unclear mind, one that needed his full attention.

Language of Pain
Using what he had learned to save lives in his past, Taiden followed current and energy, because all pain, disease or ailment had source to its reach. Breathing in subtle energies, his understanding or rather depth of ability to feel, was that of an acolytes, only one who had been taught where to look for clues. Ebb and flow, universal current of the force revealing itself as he caught first sight of an invisible tendril of dark energies. Studies of their force, drew his keen interest in this new phenomenon. Though such studies for any Keth held risk, he had already faced his demons long ago.

 

[Rayliav'enci]

Objective: 5 - Choose Your Own Adventure
Location: Southern Hemisphere, a spice dealer's sancutary
Allies: [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
Post: 1

So far, this was not what she had expected to find. It started on the Wheel with a crate of fake holocrons. They weren't badly done, and if one didn't happen to have a doctorate in archaeology, one might have taken them for the genuine article, however Raylia had called their bluff. Which lead to a shootout, a smuggler rolling on his contacts, and the station administrator at the Wheel trying to have her and Kurayami killed.

After a timely escape, they connected a few more dots which brought them to Kessel.

Spice, rumored cultists, and a definite darksided slant that prodded Ray's senses like being dehydrated on a hot day. She swooned as she came down the ramp, grabbing the strut of the boarding ramp.

"Ooff, that's rough. Someone's messing with something heavy."

She shook it off as best she could, touching her lightsaber hilt hanging on her belt as she inhaled slowly and deeply to center herself.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-apaIOOoAo

Sorel had always wanted to go to Kessel. Or more accurately, she’d always wanted to do the famous Kessell run. Her freighter was up to a challenge and how better to test its abilities and her piloting skills?

Every pilot had heard of the Kessel Run, the ultimate test of a smuggler pilot's expertise. Traveling the Kessel Run allowed a pilot to shortcut across a large, uninhabited area of space that would otherwise have taken a vessel two days or more to skirt. But the direct route from Kessel back to the standard trade routes lay perilously close to the Maw, a massive collection of black holes that distorted both space and time. Many a ship had been lost to the Maw, lost with all hands.

Sorel sat in her cockpit and looked to her astro droid. “Ready for this Kaytoo?”

The whistles and bleeps told her the droid was less keen on the idea.

Sorel smiled, but her mouth was suddenly dry. Remembering the old stories, she forced herself to head confidently into the field, instead of holding back. She’d heard all of the stories and knew most asteroid fields could be navigated by someone with steely nerves and quick reflexes. And she had the Force too!

Not realising she was holding her breath, she sent modest little freighter skittering from side to side, not slacking off on its speed. She hoped to remain in one piece and meet up with [member="Orihime Ike"] as soon as she arrived.

Soon. An often used word - and this time it was entirely aspirational. With a large dose of hope thrown in for good measure.

 

[Glade]

Objective 3, To Mend and Defend.
Location: Fwillsving, the Pirates meeting.
Mission: Kill her father horribly, and then decide her fate.
#Post 2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSj5kvAZIYI​

Natoline’s mental state could be summed up by her digging her saber into their ground, cutting away soil, plant and rock. Her face was white, like she had not eaten in days, surviving by filling herself with stimulants. This was her moment of revenge... so hollow a'cup to drink from.

Her father was here, leading pirates, away from his respectable life he was a lie, like she had become. Negotiations with the local pyke syndicate underway, Uos Pirates and [member="Goros the Hutt"]'s Noghri. All she saw ahead was emptiness, hers. In her exile and now estrangement from her family and two other daughters, her guts had been cut out. You could see self-harm along her arms, tattoo or two trying to cover them. She’d not expected anything different when she'd left her note to raid a republic bank, bartering information, only she’d expected to feel vindicated as she found who had wronged her all these years, felt like somehow that would make things right again, for his abuse of her.

She knew different. Kissing her baby girl in her arms, and placing her back in her hovercot. Cloaked figure was watching her child, who that was, was for another day...

She looked to her child, and then back. Ahead of her, woodland stood, pretty, pretty like their villa, was. Poking holes, crumbling wood with her saber she trudged. Broken hearted, broken mind, whispering in her ears. Slipping stimulants, tasting high, just to keep herself awake, keep herself going. Pirates were inside, slavers, Uos Gangsters, more importantly, middle of their negotiations to increase their power, was her father.

Winds whipping up around her, storm clouds might be overhead soon, pushing her forward.

Steps began. Forcehelp anything in her way.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective 5
Location:Spice dealer's sanctuary, Southern Hemisphere
Allies:[member="Rayliav'enci"]
Post:1

Kurayami had changed his gear up a bit since the Wheel. He still wore the clothes from the Wheel, but had dropped a bit of the weaponry. On his left hip rested his saber, and surprisingly for him only a single visible ranged weapon. His old T-6 Thunderer pistol on his right hip. He had been trying to focus on developing his Force skills a bit more, not that he was bad with the ones he knew, but a bit of field work never hurt in implementing and refining known skills. Plus he still had a fair amount of offensive skill with the Force alone.

He had hoped that the meeting would have had less violent end than it did, but they hadn't been the ones to escalate, they had been forced to. Then there was the fact that whoever had set the whole thing up was well connected in the Wheel itself. Thankfully casualties were minimal and limited to those who had attacked them. That had to count for something right? Either way they ended up here, on Kessel searching for the last few pieces of the puzzle. While the area they found themselves in was not the nicest of sanctuaries, it was a hell of a lot better than the Northern Hemisphere from what he had read. Spice mines? No thank you.

He was slightly behind Raylia and to her right as they descended the ramp, and he readied himself to catch her should she fall as they disembarked. The swoon was not unexpected as the sheer weight of the Darkness pressed heavily upon his mind as well, while he was not unused to such a feeling he still was getting used to such things again and felt a bit unsteady. Dromund Kaas and Korriban had certainly helped to prepare him for such a mental task, but he knew that he was going to have a splitting headache after this anyways.

"Yea, I would venture it hasn't been one just person messin' around with...whatever it is. It feels too heavy to me. Hopefully it wont take too long to adjust to the conditions, otherwise this could be a much harder trip than we originally planned on. Hopefully not though."

He pulled his saber from his belt, just as a precaution should he need it. Plus it gave him a sense of calm and comfort, though his mind was split between the task at hand and what adventures awaited he and Raylia after this was finished. It was hard to tell just how difficult finding the place was going to be and once there how well guarded it would be, but he was counting on the first having a decent degree of difficulty and the second being better security than that on the Wheel. At best these were guesses based on slightly similar experiences from long ago, the Darkness clouded his ability to sense too far from where they stood as of now. Perhaps that would improve as he adjusted, maybe not though, only time would tell.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(1)
Objective 3
Mission: Kill an evil father, knock some sense into her daughter, make sure baby is OK.
[member="Natoline Kerrigan"]


She was not here for the Coalition. Truth be told, after Ruusan she did not care about them. Nor was she here to set things right and help eradicate the dark cultists and criminal vermin that held Kessel in a vice grip. Nor she was she here for Firemane business.


No, Siobhan Kerrigan was here for her daughter and granddaughter. Firemane was a megacorporation with its own private army, Dark Jedi cadre and intelligence network. Said network had been spending a good deal of time tracking the movements of Natoline's father.


So now she was here. This was a family matter. The pathetic creature lying at her feet was the first to realise that it was a terrible idea to cross her. He was one of Uos' guards. Not an ordinary one, but a Noghri. They had a well-deserved reputation for being amongst the fiercest, most tenacious and skilled fighters in the Galaxy. It was no surprise that both Vader and Thrawn had utilised them as assassins. Alas, it just was not enough. "Yes, by my ancestors, I swear it. The Master is here." He was battered, bruised and missing an eye. Moreover, one of his lungs was in terrible shape.


"I believe you." There was a chill to her voice. It was cold enough to freeze galaxies. She stretched out with her power, pulling at the tangled web of power that was the Force, and crushed the alien's neck. Ahead of her was woodland and an ostentatious villa, along with an army of pirates, slavers and gangsters of every stripe and colour. Undoubtedly were well-trained, paid and armed to the teeth. All these were important variables to consider.


But they were utterly insignificant, for they were facing a lioness who had come for her cub. Strong winds coalesced around her, as if the elements were bending to her will. Storm clouds were overhead as she made her approach. She could sense Natoline was here, though she could not precisely trace her. The girl's pain and the insanity she had descended into was so strong it was palpable. A single tear escaped Siobhan's eye and dripped down her cheek. Then she clamped down on this feeling. Ashira help anyone who got in her way.

 

[Nima Tann]

Objective 2, Big Trouble In Little Kessel
Location: Kessel, Shuttle about to drop them to a nearby big medbay, where things aren't going too well.
Allies: Ice, [member="Charlyra Araano"], [member="Taiden Keth"]?
Enemies: Soon (tm)
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Kessel. One of the many planets that has been effected by the battle of Jedi and Sith in Ruusan, in not only one but many ways. She had been reading the briefings about this particular planet all the morning before catching the shuttle, about how their defeat made the dark cultists and the Sith encouraged, to the point they found the right to play with the wild life and change their already angry nature in themselves. Nothing in the reports said it was the job of those, yet she had every point to believe that they were involved. It was unnatural for the wildlife to suddenly get angry and start to attack citizens after all. And for today, she had a very special guest with her as well, as she saw Sio and Tempest's newly recruited acolyte Lyra entering the same shuttle just before her. Before they would arrive there, she wanted to see her and say hello. So, after a little tour in this medium sized ship, she finally found her, passing all the NPC healers and warriors. Apparently there were too much NPCs in the ship. But it was a dominion after all, that was pretty normal.

"Lyra!" She said with a smile, as she moved towards her. And she went for a friendly hug. And Ice was being his own happy self and immediately wagging his tail as he saw her. After Nima's hug he went for a harmless jump on her! "It's a pleasure seeing you here. How've you been?" The last time she saw her was at the party, so it had been a week or two. Her eyes searched for Sio a bit, but she was nowhere to be seen. She heard about her getting a bit angry with the Jedi after the defeat, but she hoped nothing too serious was going on as she liked being around her a lot. She had to ask Lyra though of course, curiousity getting the best of her as always. "Sio's not joining us today?" They would have their small talk as the shuttle would slowly land in the small hangar just behind the medbay. The air around Kessel was thick with Dark Side, she could feel that as it was a bit difficult to breathe. The streets around were empty, it almost looked like creepy ghost town. Walking around there looked very dangerous, as if there was a monster going to jump on them suddenly. Ice was disturbed as well, looking around like he felt something. Yet nothing but silence would accompany them in this little walk. A disturbing, long silence.

And when they arrived at the medbay and the doors opened, a more horrid scene would await them. The ghost town was not a ghost town anymore, as apparently all the citizens of this town were hospitalized. Healers running around, some of the patients angrily screaming at nothingness, some of them trying to attack healers but immediately put down by the security, some of them was just... lying down, motionless, but most importantly a feeling of fear and anger filling the scene. A voice, more like a shout, could be heard not far from the area but seemed to be in a different room. "What do you mean you can't contact the researcher! We are losing patients here!" It was a woman's voice, filled with anger, just like the aura of this whole room. "Let's learn what's going on here." She said to Lyra, pointing the room where a green Twi'lek was sitting and she looked like business.

She felt a familiar aura, maybe someone familiar was around too?

((Feel free to use the NPCs as you want by the way ))

 

[Joza Perl]

Objective 4: Play Diplomat
Allies: [member="Orihime Ike"]|[member="Sorel Crieff"]
Post: #1

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Diplomacy. It was something she’d practiced regularly under her old Master, Dune Rhur. The Knight was what she would consider a balanced Jedi in that regard, whereas Joza barely considered herself a Jedi. Or just, you know, not at all. But she’d been able to handle some of the situations with the Bith Jedi quite well, though it had been a while. Perhaps it was time to strengthen her skills that did not require a blade or a literal explosion.

The black robes she normally swathed herself from head to toe in wouldn’t do for a mission like this. They were too unrefined, too dingy. It would do no good to project a gloomy aura while attempting to sway politicians to join them. Instead, she opted for a lightweight set of tan robes, patterned with darkly colored ornate designs. The jet black accenting contrasted brightly against the sandy beige fabric, which had been cut to appear modestly flattering yet still conservative. Her hair had remained down, though was covered loosely with a head scarf. All in all, she thought it was a rather pretty outfit. Quaint, but pleasing in a certain sense. Still couldn’t beat a tight, neon dress though. You can take the Zeltron off of Zeltros…

The Knight had been waiting near the landing pad for the two she would be accompanying further into Kessel. Orihime Ike and Sorel Crieff—Silver Jedi Padawans she’d known since her own days as an apprentice. As far as she knew, she and Matsu’s daughter still got along. Sorel, however…well, that was a different story entirely. Joza had actually attacked Sorel with malicious intent. She hoped that this would not jeopardize their mission, and planned to apologize beforehand. Still, she couldn’t help the bit of perspiration at the back of her neck as she awaited her two companions.

 

[Orihime Ike]

Objective 4:
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Sorel Crieff"]
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Orihime was ready for anything as she checked the nice meshed kimono when she was walking to meet up with and get Sorel to join them. She saw Joza and the zeltron looked interesting to say the leat a she offered a smile on her face bowing to her. They needed to move and meet with people for diplomancy before she thought about it and three young ones could do a lot before they were busy... also zeltron in the middle of two atrisian looking padawans. Orihime saw Joza as she stood there thinking about when they last saw each other on the beach in swimsuits and going through the jungle... There was a whole lot working for them before she rushed over to her and she had heard about what Joza did most of it anyways. Some details were not there but joza wasn't the same perky padawan from the beach she was now the tight cloths wearing leader of a dance studio while she had continued to study the force. The small girl moved forward with a surge of speed as she was excited. "Joza you are here yay me." She bounced up and down clapping.

 

[Glade]

Objective 3, To Mend and Defend.
Location: Fwillsving, the Pirates meeting.
Mission: Kill her father horribly, and then decide fates.
#Post 3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TkWK9rjsUM​

NO!!!!! Clutching her chest, she felt her, so strongly like always, tied, her world before she'd been cast out. Anyone that could have come to find her father, here, she had hoped, they would not be her mother. Anyone but that, could she face her too? Her heart broke further, closing her eyes and putting her head to her chest. Something else, sickened, wounded, she was sick of this, being pushed around by everyone, told her place. Temper flaring, he was hers, not Sio’s. After all his hells he’d inflicted, she hadn’t given everything up for Sio to take her vengeance.

Clouds began to darken. Rushing wind becoming gale and our Kiffar girl ran toward their negotiations. First man picked up his feet and blown along by her hand, into another, and another, crushed against the wall, their bones tested within their armor. Second gust corkscrewing, around like drill from her other hand, executing them against the wall and smashing his villas outer most wall. Bloodying bones and armor in her wake both, raw energy, emotion and potential growing inside.

Wake was building in their force. Drawing more within herself, becoming power, becoming gale. Soaring along with more speed than her petite body had ever possessed, power pooled within her palms. No obvious projectile weapons upon her, twin sabers, once given hidden bolter around her neck, solid duraplast armor along everything but her face, concentration deepening. Windows shattered and lights would go dark... small mercy for those inside to not see their own fates as readily.

Storms grew.

Inside the Villa:
Noghri, Uos’s Mercs and Local Pirates were in three way agreement and exchange. Till killing outside started, everyone drawing weapons on everyone else. There were a lot of them in this fancy villa, hired goons, servants, mistresses serving her father, vices which he’d never show world outside, his reputation too important to him. That was apart from pirates, guards and whatever else he stacked around. As to the fathers location, none could say, yet.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]​

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

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[member="Natoline Kerrigan"]


The thing was that Natoline could have had her revenge on her father without turning her back on her family and children. Siobhan had promised to help her and Firemane had all the resources. Once upon a time, she'd had a loving family, but she'd abandoned it. Giving up everything had been wholly unnecessary. I loved you. I still do. You turned your back on us? Why? For vengeance? You could've had it - and a family! Where's Althenea? Perhaps these thoughts in Siobhan's mind reached Nato, perhaps not.


In her heart of hearts, Siobhan had known that the brave, spirited girl she loved was gone. Natoline would probably be feeling her mother's anger at her daughter's folly and sheer ingratitude. Still, she loved the girl. Even though it seemed this love had not been returned. The feelings emanating from Nato pained Siobhan deeply. It was like the stab of an icy knife to the heart.


Massive winds swept across the woodlands as she made her approach. It was both her wind and Natoline's. Guards put the beskar-clad demigoddess under fire when she descended down from the air. The sky was lit up by flashes of laserfire, shouts were heard, but it was all futile. Those who were smart enough realised that discretion was the better part of valour and fled. Those who remained were quite literally ripped apart by a blast of telekinetic power that tore their bodies apart.


At the passage of the bolt, the ground itself seemed to shake as if struck by tremors, the air twisted in strange shapes, then an entire wall inside the villa was blown apart by a telekinetic eruption that hit with the force of a bomb blast. The detonation left a large hole inside the villa and Siobhan stepped through the rubble. Windows had shattered, it was dark inside, but her helmet had infrared.


Her bolter leapt into her hands, loaded with APEB rounds. Blaster bolts lanced through the air, the Butcher of Gehenna roared and minions died, falling to bolter fire, getting slammed into walls or furniture or she simply crushed them with her ferocious might.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Kessel Sector
"Oathkeeper"

Objective 1 ~ 'Into the Hornet's Nest'

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Barinthus E`ron"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | Son



(3)

Kessel

Behind them through the viewing port, Kessel appeared. The yellowish landscape hot and arid, home to many people of dubious nature. Kessel is known for it's harbouring of criminals, slavers, smugglers and spice dealers just to name a few, and not much had changed over the countless years. Connor Harrison already located over the target zone, one of the many labour camps associated with the mining of spice, and no doubt the presence of the ships approaching had already been detected, if not identified, but if the Dealers are unaware of the Sanctum's approach, they would soon grow suspicious of the sudden attention paid to them, it would something they would not wish to invite.

"Master Gan, Padawan E'ron it is wonderful to see you again", in honesty Coci could not remember the last time they met the great Master Jedi.

The Oathkeeper, extended it's landing struts and gracefully set down on the barren surface of Kessel right behind a rocky outcrop that afforded them protection from sight, next to the ship of Master Harrison. The boarding ramp lowered to the surface sending up a cloud of orange dust and the heat of the planet billowed into the ship, "It is time to prepare, and go find Master Harrison to find out the state of play". No armour adorns her body just yet, but clothing appropriate for the conditions in the form of light cream trousers and white shirt held together with a brown belt on which her lightsaber is clipped, a loose charcoal jacket conceals the saber and to top it all off, a hat.