Veino Garn
Saaraai-Kaar
The cycle of governments rise and fall was an undeniable fact of life in the current galactic era. Long gone were the days of a Republic lasting twenty five thousand years or an Empire ruling the entirety of the government for decades. Now, they were lucky to last more than ten years. It was something Veino had grown accustomed to. The Galactic Republic. The One Sith. The Galactic Alliance. The First Order. The galaxy was seesawing with the various political ideologies as their governmental champions seized power, held it, and lost, perpetuating the cycle of chaos and warfare that tore the galaxy apart.
Veino had grown used to it. He'd survived all the governmental collapses in the past few decades. He'd long ago given up any idea of growing attached to any government, and instead moving between them as circumstances dictated. Perhaps bit a cutthroat pragmatic, but that was the nature of the galaxy and his role in it. He'd fought for the Light, for democracy, and freedom, for close to forty years, in everything from planetary-scale battles with millions of soldiers to what he was best suited for, small-scale guerilla resistance movements. That was what brought him back to Sullust. He'd lived here once, long ago, when it was the capitol of the Galactic Alliance and the military fortress at the heart of its crusade against the One Sith.
But even treachery can overthrow the greatest army and such was what happened. The Alliance had fallen. So the cycle repeated and now the Outer Planet's Alliance was dissolving. That left vast swathes of systems vulnerable to those who would take advantage. He'd heard whispers and rumors through the slowly dispersion ORION channels of a new threat- a so-called Fellowship of the Eclipese. Sith cultists striving to overthrow governments and create Dark Side theocracies. Other words spoke of an Elysian Empire stalking the borders of OPA space and a resurgent First Order in their old capitol. That worried him. He'd barely survived several orbital bombardments last time they'd sought to force the galaxy to bow to their demands for total control. Yet they had done no aggressive actions yet and little word spread through his network of informants of any militarization. Perhaps they were taking a different course this time.
But for now, the Underground had come to Sullust. Before, they had been focused outward, with OPA keeping these territories safe. Such was no longer the case and the Underground had been starting a campaign to establish themselves in a ring of cells, bases, and supply caches around the OPA space to react to the encroaching threats, including the Eclipse cult. They'd come to establish an Underground network on Sullust.
Coren Starchaser
had listed some potential objectives- embed them agents in the Home Guard, establish supply caches in the vast array of tunnels and underground complexes that spread throughout the world's tumultuous crust.
The rendezvous point was an old dive bar, deep beneath the capitol, aptly named Zark's Memory. It was an old mining cavern filled in with remnants of old Galactic Alliance warships that had been destroyed in the Endgame crisis. Most of its patrons were grizzled veterans of the GADF and OPA Partisans, smugglers, and what civilized worlds considered the dregs of Outer Rim society. But for the Underground? These were the sentients they needed. Hardbitten, determined, fearless, and committed to the cause of liberty and freedom from oppression. Some he even remembered. Once the rest of his Underground appeared, they could get down to business.
"Heard about that new movement? Eclipse or something?" Veino's ears pricked up as he overheard a quiet conversation from a nearby table. A few hard-eyed men with drop trooper tattoos circling their arms spoke quietly over their liquor. "Some new religious nutjob preaching about it in the rough parts of town. Said there's a great awakening coming..."
Veino turned away and poured another cup of Corellian whiskey as he waited for the rest. Some were old Underground hands. Others were more recent volunteers after the alliance dissolution.
Veino had grown used to it. He'd survived all the governmental collapses in the past few decades. He'd long ago given up any idea of growing attached to any government, and instead moving between them as circumstances dictated. Perhaps bit a cutthroat pragmatic, but that was the nature of the galaxy and his role in it. He'd fought for the Light, for democracy, and freedom, for close to forty years, in everything from planetary-scale battles with millions of soldiers to what he was best suited for, small-scale guerilla resistance movements. That was what brought him back to Sullust. He'd lived here once, long ago, when it was the capitol of the Galactic Alliance and the military fortress at the heart of its crusade against the One Sith.
But even treachery can overthrow the greatest army and such was what happened. The Alliance had fallen. So the cycle repeated and now the Outer Planet's Alliance was dissolving. That left vast swathes of systems vulnerable to those who would take advantage. He'd heard whispers and rumors through the slowly dispersion ORION channels of a new threat- a so-called Fellowship of the Eclipese. Sith cultists striving to overthrow governments and create Dark Side theocracies. Other words spoke of an Elysian Empire stalking the borders of OPA space and a resurgent First Order in their old capitol. That worried him. He'd barely survived several orbital bombardments last time they'd sought to force the galaxy to bow to their demands for total control. Yet they had done no aggressive actions yet and little word spread through his network of informants of any militarization. Perhaps they were taking a different course this time.
But for now, the Underground had come to Sullust. Before, they had been focused outward, with OPA keeping these territories safe. Such was no longer the case and the Underground had been starting a campaign to establish themselves in a ring of cells, bases, and supply caches around the OPA space to react to the encroaching threats, including the Eclipse cult. They'd come to establish an Underground network on Sullust.
Coren Starchaser
had listed some potential objectives- embed them agents in the Home Guard, establish supply caches in the vast array of tunnels and underground complexes that spread throughout the world's tumultuous crust. The rendezvous point was an old dive bar, deep beneath the capitol, aptly named Zark's Memory. It was an old mining cavern filled in with remnants of old Galactic Alliance warships that had been destroyed in the Endgame crisis. Most of its patrons were grizzled veterans of the GADF and OPA Partisans, smugglers, and what civilized worlds considered the dregs of Outer Rim society. But for the Underground? These were the sentients they needed. Hardbitten, determined, fearless, and committed to the cause of liberty and freedom from oppression. Some he even remembered. Once the rest of his Underground appeared, they could get down to business.
"Heard about that new movement? Eclipse or something?" Veino's ears pricked up as he overheard a quiet conversation from a nearby table. A few hard-eyed men with drop trooper tattoos circling their arms spoke quietly over their liquor. "Some new religious nutjob preaching about it in the rough parts of town. Said there's a great awakening coming..."
Veino turned away and poured another cup of Corellian whiskey as he waited for the rest. Some were old Underground hands. Others were more recent volunteers after the alliance dissolution.
