Dominion Unnatural Selection | THR Dominion of Setron

[Pillar of Freedom]

As part of the new mandate to bring Alderaan within Republic borders, Republic scouts have flagged a decommissioned Imperial science facility on Setron that - despite being officially "abandoned" - is showing irregular power spikes and high-frequency transmissions. What was intended to be a routine sweep for intelligence has turned into a race against time.

The Scenario:
The facility was once a black-site dedicated to anti-Force research, attempting to weaponize biological agents and technology to nullify or twist Force sensitivity. The mountain top facility burrows deep into the heart of Setron, following natural and unnatural cavern systems. Upon arrival, the Republic team finds the site in disarray. This isn't just Imperial remnants, there are clear signs of involvement by the fracturing terrorist group known as The Unblessed.

Someone has been here recently. The memory cores have been systematically drained, and the data trail suggests a terrifying synergy. Imperial Warlords are providing the hardware and "specimens" to fuel the Unblessed's second attempt at militarization.

The Hook:
The data theft triggered a total containment failure. The "Anti-Force" experiments - twisted, horrific creatures bred to hunt those sensitive to the Force - have escaped their vats. The facility is now a pitch-black labyrinth of dead ends, and predators that you cannot feel coming through the Force.

Mission 1: Containment (Cave System)
A team of Republic and Jedi Force will undergo a perilous mission to trap the bulk of the Serracan behind a large vault door, deep in the heart of the artificial cave system. While not a permanent solution, it will prevent them from overrunning Setron. The clean up crew can be dispatched at a later date to insure the matter is resolved once and for all.

Mission 2: Extraction (Laboratory Facility)
Scour the facility for survivors, but expect a slaughterhouse. Extract any living scientists for questioning and purge the roaming Serracan threat. While you investigate the depth of the data breach, maintain extreme vigilance. The Unblessed carry a viral pathogen capable of rendering the Force inert, stripping Jedi of their greatest defense. Furthermore, be advised that enemy agents may host the Soulblade, a sentient weapon of immense lethality. Do not underestimate these hostiles. Engage with caution or not at all.

 

[Joren Kayde]

TITLE: Unnatural Selection.
OBJECTIVE: Preliminary Insert & Reconnaissance.
INVENTORY: NDH Armour | PHC-55 | VF-23.
SQUAD: Task-Force Sentinel Dawn.
LOCATION: Decommissioned Imperial science facility on Setron.
TAGS: The High Republic / The Jedi Order.

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Boots hit the ground, the High Republic Transport departing as quickly and efficiently as soon as Sentinel Dawn had disembarked. This was to be the Squad's maiden assignment, formerly Task-Force Rebel Dawn under the leadership of Balun Dashiell. Concern had been raised by the Senate and High Military Command about the ethical boundaries that were being crossed with a Jedi Apprentice assuming command long after the Troops had relinquished their contract to the Tingle Arm Coalition.

Since then, the decision had been made, seemingly without too much of a fight between the three sects of leadership. The special forces squad had instead been enveloped into the growing army of the High Republic, and Joren Kayde had been given field command under the soldiers' revised code name, Sentinel Dawn.

Today was to be a good day to test the Squads' resilience and resolve. Their objective from High Command was to assist in the eradication of any and all threats present within the Decommisioned Imperial Facility. Intelligence suggested that there were yet signs of life within the vast compound, and initial geographic scans showed multiple levels below the surface structure, which appeared significantly large and defensible in its own right.

They had landed a short distance from the compound and had to hoof it a klick or so before reaching the perimeter. The facility appeared to be fenced in several layers, ranging from duracrete to electrical-wired pylons, keeping everything out. There alongside him for the infiltration were members of the Task-Force: La'das Beiran, Ewan Whitley, Reuben Fletcher, Isabella Johnson, and Oscar Buckley.

Captain Beiran spared a brief look at his CO, Joren Kayde, who remained silent and gave a firm single nod in approval. The Captain soon signalled to Pvt. Isabella Johnson, directing her to find a tech unit and slice the electronics to confirm the status of the perimeter defences and, if required, try to gain access and override the facility's internal structures. Thus far, despite reportedly being decommissioned by the Imperials, the active voltage running the fence line confirmed the same red flags intelligence had reported in their mission briefing.

Remaining crouched low to the ground, Kayde turned back to the Captain; "Full reports back to the Fleet, have Johnson maintain consistent communication. Make sure reinforcements are made aware of the outer defences before landing". The squad had taken the first step, making landfall in a bid to test the Fleet's reception. Whoever or whatever lay in wait for them, Command needed to know so as to limit fatalities.

"Prep a Semtex pack on the inner wall. Once we clear the duracrete, weapons raised and move in ready to immobilise all hostiles. We're taking hostages on this one. Command needs further intel on what's going on here. Let's pack it up tight and get it done by the letter," he looked past the captain and raised his right hand, waving a closed fist in a circular motion before gesturing forward towards the perimeter wall.

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

The Republic’s arrival over Setron had been quiet, a series of High Republic silver crafts appearing in orbit above the planet with purpose and direction. Onboard the usual mix of diplomats and dignitaries had been swapped out for the cold white armour of their clones, mixed amongst the otherwise independent purpose of the Jedi. Their intent was set, and without delay planet landing had taken place towards the mountains that obviously did not usually welcome visitors.

Even before Bastila stepped from the Republic shuttle, she could feel the cold pushing down from the ridge line in long, slow breaths of wind that rolled across the landing platform like the exhale of something currently hidden beneath the stone at her feet. Setron had a reputation of being a world people did not stay on long enough to learn the character of, it was a place you passed through. A forgotten point on old Imperial maps that had never justified its existence to the wider galaxy.

Yet someone had bothered to return.

Bastila lingered at the top of the ramp longer than necessary, studying the entrance carved into the mountainside. Beside her several clones were walking down to the stone floor, their dark eye lenses observing like her the durasteel blast door that stood open now, its mechanisms frozen half-cycled as if whoever last left had done so quickly…or violently.

This had not originally been her mission. That fact alone was enough to make her thoughtful.

Her brother; Brandyn did not often intervene in operational assignments. He trusted the Order to place his sister where she was needed. When he did step in, when a quiet message appeared asking her to investigate something personally, it was never done lightly.

The request had been brief.

Setron.
Imperial facility.
Make sure you’re on the investigation team.

And then, almost as an afterthought:

There are whispers it may involve the New Way.

That had been enough.

The Sal-Soren family had learned the hard way that the New Way rarely appeared openly. Even now when the Republic believed they were destroyed, there were still whispers and rumours. They moved through the galaxy the way fractures move through glass; subtle at first, almost invisible, until the structure suddenly collapsed around you.

Bastila folded her arms loosely as she continued to watch the dark entrance.

If Brandyn believed the New Way might be involved, then this was no longer simply a Republic reconnaissance operation. It was a question. One that had been placed quietly in her hands.

She found herself wondering if he had chosen her because she was the most capable… or because she was the most likely to notice something others might miss.

“Lady Sal-Soren, we are ready to move into the facility.” Loken interrupted her quiet vantage. The Clone slid into position next to her, a place that was becoming more and more common in the recent months. “As is the rest of the force.”

She remained quiet, merely offering him a look and a nod, before after a moment had passed, she stepped down onto the platform. The wind carried the smell of chemicals and burnt metal from the facility interior. So much for abandoned...

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: EQUIPMENT:

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[Her]

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Setron, Expansion Region;
Tags: Bastila Sal-Soren

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' Extraction '

"Lady Sal-Soren, we are ready to move into the facility... As is the rest of the force."

Setron.

It was a planet Her hadn't considered in the past few years. With the formation of the Imperial Confederation taking place in and around the star sectors to the Ash Worlds it had become a distant memory put aside due to the geography and political turmoil which divided those Imperial remnants (who had initially banded under the reign of Liraeth Deschart) to those scattered across the Expansion Region. Now, it was all coming back to Her.

To have an Imperial expat in your midst, who knew a thing or two that you did not know, was an advantage that not even the Jedi could ignore, and what better than to have someone of such expertise who was once a member of the order itself at your disposal? As Bastila stood on the ramp Her stepped to their left, and as Setron clouds hovered in the dancing rays of sunlight, the enigma averted the rims of their glasses to look upon the aristocrat turned Jedi.

"It would fascinate me to find out who has been funding this facility," Her admitted to Bastila. "So many groups leftover to fend for themselves after regime after regime fell to the wayside of progress." A deep exhale followed. "Long ways away from civilisation, I fear."

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["Alicio Organa"]

Obj. 2: Extraction
Tags: Open

The door to the lab was unlocked. Inanna was able to walk right in, ignoring the warnings of the Republic officials against Jedi entering the condemned facility.

Her golden-eyed gaze roved over the abandoned halls. The place brought back bad memories. Adrian Vandiir, Messala, Silas Fogg. Still, she didn't think the Unblessed were like the Sith alchemists and mad scientists she had known. Their experiments weren't meant to push the limits of what was possible so much as they were designed for a singular purpose. The furthering of a goal.

The Unblessed hated Force Users. It was easy to guess why. Putting aside the obvious evils of the Sith, too many Jedi were not as they should be these days. Far from the ascetic monks and gallant knights of old, modern Jedi included billionaire businessmen hoarding wealth while most of the galaxy struggled to survive. They married into royalty and the aristocracy, apparently clueless to the dangers of creating whole dynasties of Force Sensitive elites. They were influencers, celebrities, politicians. One could only listen to them insist that none of it was wrong because we're the good guys for so long before doubt and resentment crept in.

But having a point didn't make one right. Inanna understood that better than most. She had dealt with people like this before, and the solution was still to stop them.

A low growl from somewhere deeper in the labs made her stop in her tracks. Her pace had been deceptively slow and casual, body camouflaged with the walls, the floor. Now she waited, ears pricked, hand on the hidden hilt of her lightsaber.

The creature crept out of the shadows, drawn by the scent of the Force. It sniffed the air, drool leaking from a misshapen mouth, its sharp teeth growing in the wrong direction. Deformed and monstrous, it hobbled toward her on clubbed feet. Far from the fearsome predator she had been told to expect, it whimpered in pain when it moved.

She winced, ignited her blade, and put it out of its misery.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Kill’em’All
SETRON
OBJECTIVE 2 - LAB

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

A YT-1300 is an iconic Light/Medium Freighter design… well… one of them was. This one was an original, and not a remake like many are. This model, the Null Vector was made simply for the purpose of being as mean looking as it was. Whatever that means.

Oh ye of little faith…

Connel was busy reading the orders. The rest of Omega Squad were already on the ground, he received the “ping” from the Vigilant Reaper who was flying overhead providing them overwatch as they worked the cave system. This was the best possible details he could get from SERAPHIM.

  Scour the facility for survivors, but expect a
slaughterhouse. Extract any living scientists for
questioning and purge the roaming Serracan threat.
While you investigate the depth of the data breach,
maintain extreme vigilance. The Unblessed carry a
viral pathogen capable of rendering the Force inert,
stripping Jedi of their greatest defense. Furthermore,
be advised that enemy agents may host the Soulblade,
a sentient weapon of immense lethality. Do not
underestimate these hostiles. Engage with caution or
not at all..

Ah Frell…

This was a bad situation and it was already getting worse. So as one of the droidbrains alerted him that they were on final approach, Connel went for his weapons locker. Everything was already checked, but he was going to add a duffel, and unfortunately it meant explosives. He did not want to destroy the place, but Conne did not know who was there and who was not. He did not have intel on the Jedi or really anyone. So it had to be “prepare for the worst.” If this was a problem for the Force, he would charge into it. Unfortunately it’s true about a lot of Jedi, the Force is often a crutch. It isn’t for him, not out of arrogance or disrespect, but out of his teammates on Omega Squad. He trained them, they trained him, and he was a survivor because of it. They would get these survivors out, and get them out definitively.

... and the ship set down...

... game time...

TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Solene Beroya]

SOLENE BEROYA

Location: Setron
Objective: Objective 2
Tags: Connel Vanagor​

Solene had come here as part of the extraction team, she had arrived in her personal starfighter and stood waiting for the team she would accompany into the fray. The creatures lose on this world were that most abominable thing that was force dead. They shouldnt exist, and she meant that literally, they broke a fundamental law of nature. They shouldn't exist but they did.

The team she was accompanying was Connel Vanagor and his Omega Squad. She would slot in well, she was a jedi, but her military training would be on display today. They needed to be smooth and efficient to ensure the survivors escaped with their lives.

The blue skinned Icarii watched as the shuttle touched down near hers and the soldiers fannned out. Her red hair blew in the wash of the powerful engines. She immediately adressed their leader. "Connel Vanagor? I'm Solene Beroya. I hope your men are ready for what we face today." they were extracting from a truly dark situation. "There is a lot of fear here." They needed to make haste.
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[Balun Dashiell]

UNNATURAL SELECTION
INVENTORY: Jedi Robes | Lightsaber & Combat Shield | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TAGS: Bastila Sal-Soren | Joren Kayde | Her | "Alicio Organa" | Connel Vanagor | Solene Beroya

After spending so much time within a Bacta-Tank back on Naboo, it felt good to have returned to active duty and actually been doing something. The mission was one of singular purpose, a sweep and clear of an isolated facility rather than the volatility of a battlefront, yet Balun had petitioned his Master, Ala Quin to approve his request to volunteer alongside the rest of the Jedi team, and she, having greenlit his recovery as having been successful, concluded that he was ready.

Bastila Sal-Soren led the expedition, and Balun Dashiell had accompanied her and others aboard the High Republic vessel. He hadn't had a great deal of experience with Bastila, yet the Sal-Soren's were inescapable within the Order. One couldn't be a Jedi on Naboo and not have heard of at least one of them. Across the stars, Balun had made himself useful while keeping a minimal presence. He remained a student among Knights and Masters, ever conscious of the chain of command and ensuring he wouldn't be in anyone's way.

When the time came for their shuttle to descend towards the surface, Balun was glad for it. Adorned in his Jedi Robes, a unique wrist guard on his left arm that would produce an energy shield to work alongside the Lightsaber that remained firmly clamped to the magna plate on his belt, and his blaster pistol holstered on his left hip, he was ready to get back into the action.

The New Way, the unblessed some referred to them as. Another factor in their assignment today that he hadn't yet encountered. Anti-Force zealots by the sounds of them, though one could never be sure how thin the divide between driven purpose and obsession really was, when it came to some people. At times, much the same could be said for himself, such as trying to battle the balance between his Jedi life and that of his corporate and familial one.

“Lady Sal-Soren, we are ready to move into the facility.”

“As is the rest of the force.”

One of the troopers, a clone though Balun didn't know it, addressed their CO.

Balun took a slow, deep breath through his nose, seeking to clear his mind, then released the air from his lungs, his lips barely parted, as it gave a faint hint of mist. Another new world, another assignment under his belt and hopefully some good to be accomplished by the end of it all.

Standing at the rear of the group, yet ready to be given direction if required, he awaited his moment to step out away from the stale air of the transport and towards their objective location.

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Caelian Tane]

Mission 1: Containment

The mission is to contain the Serracan, Which is easier said then done.

As soon as the High Republic transports unload the other troops Daren jumped out from the transport he was in, Lightsaber in hand, ready for whatever may come in this facility,

Intel said that the Serracan are force-dead predators specifically bred to hunt Force users mix that with that its a borderline labyrinth, hes going to have to expect them to come out from anywhere, he thinks to himself as he makes his way towards the facility doors.

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[Connel Vanagor]

Kill’em’All
SETRON
OBJECTIVE 2 - LAB

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

No sooner did he step off, than Connel was met by a woman. A very slender, athletic, dangerous woman.

A Chiss? No… no, the hair is wrong. You’re an Icarii!! Thinking this to himself as he turned to acknowledge her presence. He had never met an Icarii, they were a rarity in the galaxy and had been so since his father was around in the Clone Wars. If what he had read about their physiology was true, then he was in good company. Now the question is… was she capable? Or reliant on who she was?

My team is in the caves (Obj 1). Their skills are more needed there. We’re in for a fight, but we wouldn’t be here if we couldn’t complete the mission. All we need is a trust trinity. Trust in ourselves. Trust in each other. Also trust in the Force itself. He patted his duffel.

I’m going to be on the outskirts. If trouble is out there, better focusing on me, and whoever else… He looked her way, but did not try, or want to assume. ... might be on the outskirts than those who just survived hell.

No arrogance, no emotion, just resolve that they signed up for this, the people who they were evac’ing did not. They were owed safety, and he would be one of those who would pay it.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN

• Solene Beroya​

Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Resh]

Objective 2
"Alicio Organa" - Open​

After getting himself situated in the High Republic's Jedi Order, Resh decided Setron would be the best opportunity for him to get back into action. He had dealt with the anti-Force User types before, back during his solo mission on Coryuga. This Unblessed group was more of the same. Ironically, their twisted experiments reminded him of the Sith, especially his cultish creators. Whatever legitimate grievances they might have with the Force User paradigm, they acted all too similarly to those they hated.

Resh crept through the lab corridors with the silent stride of a nexu. The creatures in here were not present in the Force. He wouldn't get a warning if one attacked, so he needed to stay a step ahead by staying hidden when he could. That said, even if the Force couldn't help him, the five senses would still suffice. A noise from round the corner alerted him to one of these 'Serracan'. Slowly, Resh reached for his saber, and then with sudden speed he ignited the indigo blade and leapt form the corner, only to find the monster already dead, and a familiar face standing over it.

"Master Harth!" He whispered harshly, lowered his weapon. The padawan's strained expression turned to one of relief, "I didn't realize you were working with the High Republic now."

 

[Solene Beroya]

SOLENE BEROYA

Location: Setron
Objective: Objective 2
Tags: Connel Vanagor
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She nodded and looked at Omega "May the force be with you all." before she looked back at Connel, trying to size him up for herself having only the reputation of his name to judge him on so far.

She liked his plan, two Jedi in one place was a significant threat that would distract the defenders from their real objective and vastly improve the odd of a successful rescue. "A distraction, count me in." her first family had been guerilla combat specialists so this was right up her alley. "As I flew over, I saw what looked like something of a foward rally point for our enemies, its about four hundred metres to our north, suggest we begin our insurgency there? Or did you have your own target" she pulled her hand and a half saber hilt off of her belt to signify she was ready.

If Connel was paying attention he would feel the stilling herself in the force to allow it to better flow through her in battle. If he had the ability, he would be able to tell she had ample strength in that department.

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[Gavin Restur]

[Objective 1: Containment]
Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Cycler Rifle, Rocket Boots, Rebreather + Tubes, Misc.
TAGS: OPEN

Well, this wasn't the first time he's dealing with bioengineered creatures...
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The transport shuttle would touch down on the planet's surface. The shuttle's ramp would slowly open, revealing the man standing right by the ramp: one hand hooking his belt, the other holding his cycler rifle which was held over his shoulder. His hat was covering his eyes, to which he slightly tilted his head up. Looking around briefly.

Man, did he feel cool.

A few troopers slipped by him to exit the shuttle, with him finally deciding to step down the ramp afterwards. He glanced around to everyone else gathering and making preparations, as it seemed like they would all be collectively heading in pretty soon. Now, while he was part of the briefing for this mission and was explained in detail what these creatures were, he had to admit that at some point, his mind had wandered and he stopped paying attention. But, he did retain the "important" aspects: that these creatures are "Force-dead", and that this facility was a total mess and was crawling with them.

But it didn't matter to him. The Force was something he had no reliance on, so to him, they're just monsters.

He couldn't help it, but he did have a rather large amount of confidence in partaking in this mission, which was most certainly being exuded by his demeanor. As far as he's aware, he basically has the skills of the Jedi without the ability to telekinetically move things. And he has guns. And grenades. And a hat, he's noticed barely any Jedi wear hats.

Regardless, he's getting mentally sidetracked. He was tasked with helping seal these abominations away so that they'll be someone else's problem, so he made his way towards the gathering area for those on the same task as him. He took a moment to check how much ammunition he had in his cycler rifle, before loading a few more slug rounds in it. Holstering it on his back, after.

 

[Joren Kayde]

TITLE: Unnatural Selection.
OBJECTIVE: Containment.
INVENTORY: NDH Armour | PHC-55 | VF-23.
SQUAD: Task-Force Sentinel Dawn.
LOCATION: Decommissioned Imperial science facility on Setron.
TAGS: The High Republic / The Jedi Order.

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On the far side of the facility, due north of the High Republic Ops Team's arrival, the Semtex ignited and blew a controlled hole in the duracrete wall, permitting the squad's entrance. Joran Kayde pushed through first, followed by Captain Beiran and the rest of Sentinel Dawn. Shouldering the Plains Hunter Carbine, Kayde kept a sharp eye down the ironsights as they moved into what appeared to be a small landing area, a shuttle present, albeit unguarded and appearing unused for quite some time.

The lack of resistance in the outer courtyard, Kayde found, was unexpected. He and the five special forces members moved to take up positions behind cover provided by various cargo and the silent shuttle itself, sweeping the area within their sights for any hint of movement. Still, nothing.

"I don't get it. Where is everyone?" Sergeant Rueben Fletcher spoke up, first to break the silence, yet speaking for all of them as they searched. "Someone should've heard that blast. Kark all of a distraction for the troops if there's no one here to sound the alarm".

"Reign it in, Sergeant", Captain Beiran discouraged, though shortly thereafter shot Joran a concerned look. They had intended to draw in whatever enemy presence, hoping to lessen their numbers for the Jedi on the other side of the facility; Yet they were met with only an eerie silence. "The objective stands, we infiltrate and head below", he concluded, glancing back to the four others while Joran Kayde nodded in agreement.

Kayde spared a glance towards the upper levels of the facility, a complex of size and numerous sections. By now, the Jedi Ops Team would surely have arrived and be making their way in. The opposition, this group of anti-force extremists, couldn't hide forever. Sentinel-Dawn's primary objective was the labs themselves.

Science experiments weren't exactly Kayde's bread and butter; he preferred 'brute force negotiations', yet intelligence suggested this place was a black site for Gods only knew, the Imperials using it beforehand, and now some terrorist group making good on what remained.

"Lieutenant, take the lead", Joran instructed Ewan Whitley, their heavy weapons specialist; "Johnson, you're centre. Comm's priority. Fletcher cover our six, rest of you form up. We're moving inside. Let's find us a way down".

The six of them moved single file, quickly yet as efficiently as possible, from the cover of their positions, crossing the courtyard to reach the exterior of the building. Three to a side of the entrance, they positioned themselves once more before Kayde gave the silent command to enter and clear.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Kill’em’All
SETRON
OBJECTIVE 2 - LAB

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

The thing about Omega Squad that was annoying to many is… one second they were there, the next… they were not… and back again. When Solene made her statement, Michael checked his rifle and nodded to her. Good Hunting.

Then looking at Connel and dabbing forearms. You know those types you don’t want to meet in a dark alley?

We scare them. Just their own way of wishing “Good Luck.”

Gabe, get us going.

You heard the man, mount up!

Those explosives are tested. You’re good.

You taught me how to check.

Stang right I did. another forearm dab.

Show them who we are.

Remind everyone else. Once the team were on the move, Connel turned his attention to Solene. He was indeed paying attention, she at least appeared to be prepared, and while you should never do so, judging by her appearance, all was ready for them to go on their own.

That’s fine, I’ll need room to set up contingencies. Tapping his bag. Don’t want to, but if these things are as dangerous as intel suggests, we’ll need the backup plan.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN • Solene Beroya
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Caelian Tane]

Mission 1: Containment

As Caelian enters the Cave,
Coldness of the Artifical cave walls sends a shiver down his spine, a reminder that none of this is natural

As his hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his lightsaber, he speaks into his communicator to whoever is listening (Tag to any friendlies in the cave) "Jedi Knight Tane here, Everyone stay sharp. remember this place isn't just monsters and nightmares. Be cautious."

I touch the walls of the cave, I add, "They weren't just studying darkness here"

The urgency of our mission weighs on him, driving him forward he takes a deep breath to steel his resolve.

 

["Alicio Organa"]

In typical Inanna fashion, she failed to sense Resh’s presence until his indigo lightsaber was flashing in the corner of her eye. She whirled, the creature falling dead at her feet as she faced her kinda-sorta Padawan.

“Resh?” She abandoned her camouflage, her body fading back into view. His question caught her off guard—mainly because she didn’t really have a simple answer. “I, uh… Yeah. I’m going to be the Ambassador of Lao-mon to the Republic,” she replied. “But I’m here as a Jedi. A Vonnuvi Jedi.” She tossed her silver hair, trying to seem more casual than she felt. “What about you? Did you join the Republic?”

Their surprise reunion was interrupted by the arrival of yet another monster. It came swinging around the corner, pouncing on Resh’s back and digging in with jagged claws!

Resh​

 

[Pillar of Resolve]

THE SERRACAN HIVE STIRS...

Bastila Sal-Soren | Joren Kayde | Her | "Alicio Organa" | Connel Vanagor | Solene Beroya | Balun Dashiell | Caelian Tane | Resh | Gavin Restur
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The Cavernous Tunnels beneath Setron​

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Deep beneath the scarred earth of Setron, a vast cave system coils like a living thing. To outsiders, it is nothing more than a suffocating labyrinth of stone and soil, but within its lightless arteries, the hive-mind of the Serracan begins to awaken.

At the lowest depth lies the Matriarchal Chamber, a pit of damp stone and clinging shadow. Here, the Queen stirs restlessly upon her nest, a sovereign presence among her warriors and drones. Her purpose is singular and absolute: to birth the next generation. Around her, nearly thirty leathery, oval eggs cling to the chamber floor, fixed in place by strands of viscous alien secretion. They lie silent, patient… waiting for the moment of emergence.

Her head rises slowly, crimson eyes igniting in the dark as her senses reach outward through the trembling bones of the tunnels. Her jaws part to reveal rows of blade-like teeth, and from her throat erupts a guttural hiss, a command that reverberates through stone and flesh alike. She has felt it: the stir of unfamiliar life. Where life walks, nourishment follows.

Through the subtle vibrations of the subterranean world, the Queen perceives the approaching disturbance. It is distant still. The tunnels twist endlessly beneath the living surface, their choking darkness a sanctuary for her kind. From the cavern walls, warriors begin to descend like living shadows, shaking free from their dormant stillness. Answering her call, they gather with rising frenzy, driven by instinct older than memory: to hunt, to slaughter, to feed.

From every adjoining passage, they surge toward the Matriarchal Chamber. Fully matured warriors pour into the caverns, accompanied by the smaller, skittering forms of the juvenile brood. They will spread through the maze, seeking out the intruders. Those who resist will be torn apart. Those who falter will be taken alive, dragged back through the dark to become sustenance for the Planula Larvae, the first fragile stage in the Serracan's relentless metamorphic cycle.

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The Underground Laboratories
Former-Imperial Science Facility​

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In the subterranean laboratory buried deep beneath the facility, panic erupts without warning. Behind a barrier of reinforced transparisteel, the research team watches in mounting dread as the alien specimens within their holding cells become violently unstable. Serracan warriors hurl themselves again and again at the observation wall, their chitinous bodies striking the surface with bone-jarring force, driven by a primal urge to reach the humans who confine them.

"Subdue them. Now!"

The command cuts through the rising chaos. One of the senior scientists shouts above the din while another slams his hand down onto the control console. A moment later, the containment chamber floods with dense plumes of white vapour. Liquid nitrogen vents into the cell, flash-freezing the air itself. Frost spreads rapidly across the creatures' armoured hides, forcing them to recoil and stagger back from the barrier.

Through months of hazardous experimentation, the New Way sect on Setron has learned how to discipline the Serracan with cold and deprivation. Control, however, remains an illusion. Compliance has never followed.

"What set them off?"

"They were dormant, practically sedated. I looked away for a second… and then they just snapped."

"Containment fields are still active. They shouldn't be able to sense anything beyond the cells…"

A tense silence hangs for a heartbeat before another voice cuts in, sharper now with dawning concern.

"What about the motion sensors in the cave network? Someone get me a reading on the hive. Now."

 

[Solene Beroya]

SOLENE BEROYA

Location: Setron
Objective: Objective 2
Tags: Bastila Sal-Soren Joren Kayde Her "Alicio Organa" Balun Dashiell Caelian Tane Resh Gavin Restur
Direct: Connel Vanagor

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Contingencies were always useful, fail to prepare, prepare to fail. "Agreed, the capabilities of these things read like a horror story..."

Her eyes widened and she looked towards where the caves were, where a lot of their allies were. "Did you just feel that? Something has shifted in the force. We need to move now." it felt like a chasm had just opened up in the force. She had felt the force dead before, but only one on one, she had never felt something like this and it took a conscious effort for her to maintain her meditation.

She flipped her head to one side and gestured in their planned direction of travel before moving. She acitvated her slightly oversized lightsaber and carried it in a strong guard that Connel might recognise as Djem So. At the edge of her perception was the cloud of fear and nothingness.

"Force protect everyone who engages today and force welcome anyone that does not make it out alive." she made a prayer as she ran and jumped over a large fallen log. As far as she could tell, the "staging area" was a large ventilation access for the caves system below. Causing damage or a blockage there would be dangerous to sections of the hive which meant the small mobile pair could not risk being ignored. The only risk is that they may be engaged in force by the opponents.

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[Connel Vanagor]

Kill’em’All
SETRON
OBJECTIVE 2 - LAB

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Cold wind scraped across the jagged stone ridge above the facility. Below them, the mountain face yawned open with a dark fracture where the old Imperial tunnels began. Connel was kneeling beside a rock outcropping, carefully sliding a detonator into place along the base of a collapsed comm tower.

He didn’t look up when Solene approached.

Forward rally point confirmed? he asked, not really looking up for confirmation, he knew, and she would know he did, she was clearly that good.

The moment Solene spoke, Connel stopped.

Not because he felt it.

Because she did.

Solene’s reaction was immediate, instinctive. Something had shifted in the Force badly enough that it forced her into conscious control just to keep her footing. Connel didn’t share that sensation. Where she felt a chasm opening in the Force, he felt only something far colder.

Silence.

Not the quiet of a forest or a cave mouth leading to a laboratory. The wrong kind of quiet. He turned his masked gaze toward the mountain. The cave system breathed cold air into the forest through the broken stone mouth, carrying the damp mineral smell of subterranean rock. As well as something else.

Resin.

His helmet filtered the air and highlighted particulates he didn’t like. Organic. Alive.

Yeah, Connel said quietly as he started forward again. Something woke up.

Solene vaulted the fallen log ahead of him and ignited her blade in one smooth motion. The stance she took when she landed was familiar. Strong guard, shoulders forward, weight ready to drive through the strike.

Djem So.

Connel recognized it instantly. His father had drilled that form into him often enough that the posture was burned into muscle memory. Good. If things turned ugly, she wouldn’t hesitate. He keyed his comm as they moved. [Something just stirred our nest. Stay sharp.]

Static whispered through the channel for a moment before Bren Alazar answered.

[Copy that.] A brief pause. Then Michael’s voice returned, calm but tighter. […the walls are moving.]

The line went dead. Connel didn’t slow.

Instead he unclipped a small sensor puck from his belt and tossed it ahead. The device bounced once and magnetized to a slab of exposed rock, its micro-lidar sweeping the terrain and feeding a live map to his visor. The staging area appeared through the trees.

Solene had been right.

The Unblessed had built a forward rally point around a massive ventilation shaft cut into the mountain. Old Imperial durasteel framing still ringed the opening like the throat of some buried machine. Barricades had been erected around it, with portable towers and sensor emitters scattered through the clearing.

A dozen hostiles at least. Probably more inside. But it wasn’t the soldiers that drew Connel’s attention. It was the mountain. Dark tendrils of hardened resin clung to the stone around the vent opening. Thick growths that looked almost like roots had spread outward along the rock. He didn’t remember those being in the reconnaissance imagery. Which meant they were new.

Or growing.

Connel dropped behind a moss-covered boulder and opened the duffel bag at his side. Inside, the charges were neatly organized. Compact demolition bricks, detonators already threaded through them. He began assembling them with the easy familiarity of someone who had been blowing holes in things for most of his adult life.

You were right, he said as he set the first charge. This is their staging point.

He nodded toward the shaft.

If we collapse that vent, we choke their access to the caves. Another charge snapped into place. But it’ll also make us the loudest thing on this mountain.

He stood, slinging the bag again. Behind them, the forest had gone completely still. No insects. No wind through the trees. Nothing. Only the cold air breathing up from the cavern throat.

Solene looked to be praying, her blade held ready. Connel followed her gaze. At first he thought the resin around the shaft was shifting in the wind. Then he realized it wasn’t wind. The resin pulsed faintly. Something moved beneath the hardened lattice of organic growth.

The surface split.

Not cracking.

Opening.

A dark shape unfolded from the structure like a shadow peeling away from the rock. Four multi-jointed limbs extended downward as the creature dropped from the wall and landed with unsettling silence. Its bioceramic plates overlapped in jagged layers across its body. Long spine tendrils trailed behind it, twitching faintly.

Its eyes ignited with a dim, bioluminescent glow. Mandibles opened.

Connel didn’t draw his weapon yet. Instead he finished attaching the detonator to the last charge. The Serracan shrieked. Three more shapes detached from the ventilation tower behind it. Connel clipped the detonator remote to his belt.

Good, he said quietly behind the mask.

His hand dropped to the hilt of his shortsaber “Day”.

If they’re here… The first Serracan lunged forward. …Omega’s about to have company.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN • Solene Beroya
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​