Dominion Vitality For Velmor (Silver Jedi Dominion of Velmor Hex)

[Amani Serys]

Humanitarian Aid
Acaadi | Gida'Vida | Samara Raine | Lon Vondon

At Acaadi’s pause, Amani swallowed and looked away, “Yep…” she weakly offered with a nod. They both knew, no need to dwell on it.

She exhaled shakily, quickly composing herself. “At this point you just need to… take it easy. Give yourself the opportunity to heal, physically and mentally.” She gestured at his head, then glanced down at the supplies they just hauled, “And really, that should mean not lugging oversized cargo all over the place!” she spoke a bit more teasingly, trying to shift the conversation to a less dour note.

No sooner did Lon arrive with more stuff to carry, and Amani gave a flat, disingenuous smile, her brow twitching. She looked back to Acaadi,, “Y’know, I’d just love to stay and keep carrying this stuff, but my talents really lie elsewhere, sooo” She pointed her thumbs back to the tent he mentioned, “I guess I'll see you around!”

Amani turned in that direction, then paused and abruptly swiveled back around. “Just don’t do anything too dumb before I get back.” Her tone then quickly turned sincere again, “...Let’s talk later, okay?” With a tug of his sleeve, she pulled back and headed into the tent where Samara was.

“Hi! Long time no see. Anything I can do to... help...?” Amani stared confusedly across the tent, slowly piecing together what was happening, her eyes growing wide as she figured it out.

 

[Amaly Naetre]

Optional Objective: Den Velmor Cleansing.
Objective Tags: Jessica Med-Beq .
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Approaching the Castle of Den Velmor, Amaly slowed in her pace while reaching out into the Force to gauge the strength of the Dark Side's presence and hold over the surrounding Capital. The subsequent loss of life from the attack against the Velmor populace had left a significant spiritual impact upon the City, and while it seemed no stronger here than it was elsewhere within Den Velmor, the Jedi Master felt her efforts would be of greater use focusing from within and reaching out towards the outskirts. Incidentally, with Master Med-Beq's efforts working from the outside and moving toward the epicenter, the two of them would prove an effective team in cleansing the spiritual veil that resided over the natural world.

"Ma'am?" the commanding officer or the small Antarian Unit spoke up in concern for the Jedi Master, prompting Amaly's attention to return to the present. "I'm alright Captain, thank you" she replied gently, appreciative of the man's consideration though the weight of the Dark Side of the Force would not be such a deterrent upon Non-Force Users, as it was currently affecting her.

The entrance courtyard of the great fortress held debris everywhere, large broken stone having come from the castle's infrastructure, some of which had reportedly killed military and Jedi personnel during the attack and their efforts to retake the sector from the Sith. Thanks to the daring efforts of a few brave Silver Jedi and their supporting Antarian Rangers, the Castle had been taken and the Capital City eventually rid of the Sith nuisance. Unfortunately, not without great losses, however.

The climb to the roof of the Castle was no better than he journey to the foot of the great fortress, as more evidence of the battle brought waves of residual feelings and visions of turmoil and violence as she ventured within. There were moments that came with such wealth of emotion, that she cloud almost visualize the battle as if it were happening before her; Master Neatre could see much more than most, despite her lacking the eyes easily taken for granted by the general populace.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Den Velmor cleansing
Allies: Amaly Naetre

What psychometric images the other Jedi would see upon climbing the derelict walls of the castle would, in fact, be of the Order's forces first storming the castle after the Sith was making some headway into kidnapping the Velmoc children, and then of later attempts to free a convoy of children, which caused them to divert some heavy walkers to assist in an attempt to re-take the castle, believing that ion bombs being dropped all over the place would unduly endanger the convoy. In the end, the Order won, but it was a Pyrrhic tactical victory, which was Pyrrhic because the Order arrived belatedly on the planet. It was later determined to have happened due to interference at another listening post on the planet. To Jessica, these psychometric images were painful memories of the Sith's attack, and even more so their flaws. But on the other side of the castle, Jessica started scaling the walls while feeling the pulse of the dark side, as well as possible spots where she could focus the burst of light - and by all estimates she could conjure, that would be a very bright flash once that happens - for the most effect on the tentacular structure of the dark side; it almost feels as if the dark side nexus was a creature living in this area. The question being: how bright of a Force Light flash couldt that other Jedi get out? Any help would be well-appreciated, she thought, while mentally preparing to get her blast out, and making sure she could synchronize it with the other Jedi's.

 

[Karsan Munin]

VELMOR
Post Lost My Cool
Theme
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The Mandalorians emerged, victorious from their firefight with the back-stabbing militia, hell-bent on revenge. Their initial plan was to murder those who betrayed them, trying to capitalize on the chaos they created, and escape the planet in a stolen shuttle.

But Karsan and Vilaz Munin , along with roughly a platoon-sized element of elite Mandalorian mercenaries... found a new problem. Karsan pointed up, while the Mandalorians fanned out, spread out. Transport ships, a great number, began to litter the skies and landscapes. They were either being helped or invaded. Using a handy pair of electronic binoculars, Karsan found the former to be the case, rather than the latter.

He took a moment, looking for identifying marks. Ship makes and models changed hands, and the surplus of by-gone Republics, Empires, and Alliances and whatever else the do-gooders of the world tried to start up and get crushed by pale eye-makeup wearing douchebags. Karsan just wanted to profit off of it all now, now that the Mandalorians had been so royally screwed by their Sole Ruler. Her weakness brought the Mandalorians to their knees, and their homeworld under Sith control.

Pathetic.

If only the Infernal had sought fit to keep the best near her. Her father must've been turning in his grave to see the pitiful state of the Empire he shed blood for. He probably wouldn't have even picked up a gun in the civil war, let alone looked at the Death Watch if he knew this was how it was going to be. But Karsan had other pressing concerns- and his binoclaurs spotted the biggest problem they were going to face. He handed the binocs back to the spotter, thanking the Mandalorian, before-low crawling over to Vilaz, concealed in the brush.

"Silver Jedi. Spotted one of their Medical Corps."

Target identification was big in the Sith, and being that Karsan was of course, one of the premiere Sith Commandos prior to returning home... well, it only made sense.

They probably had enough firepower between the platoon-sized element of Mandalorians to cause dozens of casualties, to the under-protected and unaware medics and healers. But that would gain the attention of a lot of Silver Jedi- namely the Jedi, parts. But even Karsan knew that not all Jedi were fighters. And he felt confident about his ability to take on most Jedi. He checked the disruptor pistol on his thigh, before turning to Vilaz. He pointed at one of the medical transports. They had about half a kilometer to cross, and their position currently meant that they were concealed from sight for the time being, deep in the wooded area around the landing zone.

"We either fight our way, or make our way. Your call."

Vilaz Munin l

@The Silver Jedi as a whole

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura flew down, flying an escort fighter for the SJO to keep them safe. Yes, she didn't want to make it look like the Jedi were there for war, but she couldn't help but have a bad feeling. She would quickly hop out, looking at the planet as she did. What was it that the Lervon was feeling. Her glowing eyes darted, then she looked at a civilian medic.

"Stay sharp. It's too quiet." Maybe it was her militia training, but something wasn't right.

Karsan Munin

 

[Heca Foliou]

As her mind controlled Veloc Warriors marched for the capital city of Velmor, trekking through the terrain of the mountains whence they came, Heca probed what uninvited guests there was within Velmor’s Capital. She refused to lure a Master or someone of equal footing towards her. She was conservative in using her energy and strength. Most Sith were often more aggressive, wanting to outright expend their energy in an overwhelming assault in a brutish style. A classic...but foolish.

Heca was taught in a different philosophy. Take a wall, for example. It was inefficient to attack all sides of it, and would produce little results. Instead, however, one should probe the wall; find an area with little resistance and then attack it to compromise that said wall.

Exactly what she was doing. Probing around and find someone weak and fragile.

And then...

there
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Heca did not attack this Padawan’s mind. She was right at the city limits, away from her peers that were more experienced. The young ones were more susceptible to the temptations of the Dark Side. Through her power, she gave the Zeltron a brush of the Dark Side on her skin while trying to influence her mind that she was brave and strong, and could investigate the mountain by herself without help. Boasting her capabilities to fall into the trap of confidence.

Kyra Perl​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Jedi.

A word that made Vilaz sneered at. A long time ago, he abhorred the Jedi more than the Sith. Nowadays? It was which side of the bed he woke up. The Mandalorian would forever harbor resentment for both Orders, honoring his ancestors. Both Orders had scarred the Mandalorians. The Jedi? When the both the Republic and the Jedi laid waste to Mandalore when the Mandalorians refused to join their Senate; Dral’Han was called in his native tongue. As for the Sith? It was obvious; they had attacked Mandalore, and now occupying it with little care to the world.

But now, his lieutenant, had asked him a simple question. Fight or flight. If it was the Sith, a little bit of both. The Jedi, however, had a massive weakness that can be exploited. Their compassion and wanting to protect and save lives.

“We attack, my brother. I have an idea where we can spill blood of the Jedi while making out of here with a profit and our lives secured. We will need hostages, and those medical personnel will do just fine. We’ll kill anyone who can fight, steal their supplies, and use their medics as hostages.”

A tactic that the Jedi would view as cowardly and even some Mandalorians. Showing honor to the enemy was regressive and limited. Vilaz was unapologetic in his tactics and strategies, only cared about victory and limiting any casualties amongst his clansmen.

All is fair in love and war after all.

Karsan Munin | @Any Silver Jedi​

 

[Amaly Naetre]

Optional Objective: Den Velmor Cleansing.
Objective Tags: Jessica Med-Beq .

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Reaching the height of the stairwell, the group of Rangers stepped out to sweep and clear the open rooftop of the Castle first, Amaly Naetre soon to join them. While she was confident that there were no hostiles present, she had resigned to allowing the Antarian Rangers to move ahead with their protocol, choosing not to underestimate the situation before her.

The view from the top of the fortress was both astonishing and yet disheartening, the damage to the rest of Den Velmor all too evident from their vantage point. While the Squad grouped back together near the entrance to the Castle interior, Amaly took the time to study the City-scape and give a moment of silence for the lost and the departed.

Somewhere nearby, she could feel the approach of her fellow Jedi Master Jessica Med-Beq. Amaly hadn't expected they would meet each other so soon where Jessica had previous sought to cleanse the outskirts, moving in towards the epicenter. Perhaps she had taken too much time in greeting and offering her sympathies to the local populace, however it had been something that she had felt obligated to do. To represent the Order and to account for those they had not been able to recover, as of yet atleast.

It seemed that now was the time to begin, and so she returned in towards the center of the rooftop precinct where she would then bring her hands together at chest height, cupped and parted just a little, as if to encompass a spherical mass. Channeling the Force from the surrounding environment, her eyes would close as the Jedi Master gathered energy, harnessing and focusing it into the space between her palms. An orb of bright white light gradually appearing and seeming to grow brighter and stronger in presence as the moments went on.

 

[Samara Raine]

Humanitarian Aid
Silver Mobile Surgical Unit #2 (Field Hospital)
Outskirts of Capital City
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Samara was with the mother-to-be in the designated Labor and Delivery area of the Rimsoo, which had all the necessary supplies and equipment to handle a birth. She was checking to see what the status of mom and baby was as the woman's water had already broken en route to the field hospital and contractions were increasing with frequency and intensity... and well under two minutes. It was close to D-moment.

“Hi! Long time no see. Anything I can do to... help...?” Amani Serys starred confusedly across the tent, slowly piecing together what was happening, her eyes growing wide as she figured it out.

"Hey! And yes, of course," Sam nodded, pleased the padawan was there. "I'm glad you could join me as this is not something we get to do every day - deliver a baby. It is one of the most rewarding things you'll ever get to do as a healer, that is if decide to follow that path," the honey blonde smiled, then looked back to the expecting mother and father as the woman had just finished another contraction.

"Your child is ready to meet you two so let's have us a baby today, hmm?" the Jedi doctor beamed, then readied the end of the bed by taking out a portion of it and guiding the woman's feet to rest on the stirrups. "This is Amani. She is my apprentice and will be assisting me today," she said, then gave the Mirialan a wink.

After quickly putting on a cover gown and gloves along with a face shield with well-practiced ease, Samara pulled over a short round stool to the foot of the bed and motioned for Amani to sit down with a yes look in her sea-green gaze. // I have faith you can do this. Center yourself in the Force and let it guide you.//

"Alright, Marta... On your next contraction I want you to bear down as hard as you can for a count of ten. Joel, I'll have you support her back and help her stay focused on the task at hand," she expressed to the husband, then patted the green-skinned padawan gently on the shoulder.

"It might take a couple of good rounds of pushes before the baby's head will appear fully. When that happens you will support it with one hand while using the other to wipe the baby's face off with a towel, then suction out any mucus from its mouth and nose with a bulb. Check to see if the umbilical cord wrapped around the baby's neck. If so, gently insert two fingers underneath the cord and loosen it to unwrap. After that, the shoulders will follow and feet... Be mindful, Amani, these little cherubs are slippery when wet so get a good hold on the baby when it comes out," Sam instructed, then added with again reassurance. "No worries though, I'll be right here beside you... " she smiled, then the healer peered up at the woman, who indicated another contraction was starting.

"Okay, here we go. And, PUSH! One, two, three... " While Marta was in the throws of pushing, Samara sent a comforting wave of the Force to the laboring woman to help ease the pain of childbirth she was experiencing. It was the least she could do for this otherwise natural process.

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[Karsan Munin]

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OUTSKIRTS OF CAPITAL CITY
BYOO: ESCAPE THE PLANET, KILL 'EM ALL


Karsan turned and nodded at his elder, and fanned out.

He briefed each Team Leader, and the squads fanned out.

It was a mutli-pronged attack on the field hospital. A supportive base of fire was going to open up on the minimal security assets, while the assault team closed in with the meager setup and the support team would move in after they established superior fire.

Karsan's plan was simple, effective, and most important- violent.

Karsan crouched-walked back over to Vilaz, giving him the signal that both teams were in position. The Mandalorians were numbered close to thirty, with enough firepower on their individual persons to wipe out far more than the camp- that and their experience alone was enough to do it with even weaker tools. But these were Ori'Ramikad, for the most part- Super Commandos. Loyal to previous Mandalores and Death Watch- they were cast out, and paid the price of being outcasted for their desire to serve under a different master.

And thusforth, had a lot of anger to take out on the Jedi, let alone the Sith.

Karsan turned his head slowly, holding the flare to initiate the attack, holding it out to Vilaz.

"On you, sir."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Den Velmor cleansing
Allies: Amaly Naetre

Whereas Amaly's route took her through some stray civilians, on Jessica's route, people were too afraid of getting out. That was a blessing in disguise as the two Jedi approached the castle from different directions, so Jessica would still have sufficient energy to act upon the encroaching darkness across the devastated city from the epicenter. Once they were at the castle's rooftop, on the one hand, the Miraluka focused the light into some sort of white ball, on the other hand, Jessica started to think hard of where to focus the light for the greatest effect, now that she was at the epicenter, in her yellow-white phosphorescent glory, and the first thought was to channel the light via the city's utility grid. The aqueducts, the sewers, the power lines maybe. From there, the light would spread all across the city through the utility grid because the dark side was seeping through the ground. Time for the burst! she thought, while the bright light flash, aimed at an open pipe, began entering the damaged aqueduct, with the resulting light side energy flowing through the city's water supply. And soon enough, the dark side began to fade but her own phosphorescence faded along with it, too, as her own energy reserves were being drained.

 

[Amani Serys]

“Uh huh…” Immediately Amani was already feeling nervous as Samara Raine explained the situation. When the healer introduced her to the patient, Amani gave an awkward smile to them both, all the while unable to stop her wandering eyes from searing every detail of the setup into her brain.

The padawan quickly took the seat when offered. While it wasn’t accurate to say all her concerns washed away, Samara’s calm demeanor seemed to radiate off of her, and combined with her reassurance, Amani felt significantly more ready to follow through than before. She took a slow, deep breath and centered her mind and body. The Force would guide her, like she said.

Getting lost in the moment, Amani was brought back down to reality as Samara patted her shoulder. She chewed her lip and nodded intently at everything she had to say, eyes still flicking back and forth between Samara and the soon-to-be mother. She swallowed hard and finally spoke, “...I’m ready.”

No sooner after that did Marta’s contractions start up again, and Amani got into position. It was a slow process, but through several rounds of pushing and Samara’s assistance, the baby was appearing fuller.

Oh Force, that’s what it looks like?!

The thought couldn’t help but cross her mind as for the first time she watched the messy miracle that was childbirth. Her eyes wide and mouth held slightly agape, it took all of her willpower to hold back any further, possibly inappropriate external reaction. She subconsciously clenched her own legs a little more tightly together and carried on, following Samara’s words as precisely as possible. Resting the infant’s head in her hand, she grabbed the towel and wiped its face, then swapped for the bulb to clear the airways.

No cord around the neck? Thank goodness, one less thing to worry about.

Despite Amani’s doubt in herself, she was impressively going through the procedure like a natural. Guiding it out, eventually to completion, and finally, cradling a newborn in her arms.

“It’s… a girl.”

She stared long at the child, transfixed by the miracle she held in her own two hands. New life. A legacy. A future. A hope for something better. She brushed her fingers over the child’s head, it’s loud cries seemed drowned out by her own thoughts, and a small, warm smile crept across Amani’s face. After a bit too long she flicked her gaze back up, realizing everyone was staring at her and the baby, especially said baby’s mother.

“O-oh, sorry…”

Shuffling over to the mother’s side, she gingerly placed the girl in her arms, sighing as her job came to an end. Amani looked up at Samara sheepishly, a hint of stress still trembled in her voice even after it was over.

“...How was that?”

 

[Lon Vondon]

There was always a certain element of danger to the missions that Lon was assigned to, even on humanitarian ones. Being on Velmor was no different except this time the amount of Sith energy was so immense, no doubt the rest of the Jedi that were in the hospital could the encroaching darkness around them too.

After carrying all the medical cargo off his ship with the help of Acaadi and Amani Serys before she headed off to the medic tent Lon made rounds around the makeshift hospital. There wasn’t much in terms of supplies it was basically whittled down to basic first aid kits aside from the few Bacta injections saved for the worst cases. Even with the triage protocols in place it was really difficult in keeping up with the amount of people going into tents and out of the tents. Lon tried helping where he was able but unlike the rest of the others who had extensive training in the healing arts Lon was only capable of patching up minor wounds, checking charts and reading the monitors.

Lon had been busy monitoring his assigned tents changing dressings, suturing and providing a calming presence using the force. He wasn’t the greatest practitioner as he was more into the practical aspects of being a Jedi knight but that didn’t he wasn’t capable of using it to some extent . He just chose to apply himself differently but made sure not to neglect his studies in how the force could be applied.

The steady beeps of the monitors were one of the only things that managed to help him keep his sanity throughout the chaos of the make shift hospital and the dark energy that swirled around the hospital way from influencing his mind with so much going on he needed one thing that enabled him to do his job. Without them he would have probably been choked out by the Sith’s presence or the emotions that ran rampant around the place.

The monitor in the far end of the tent began to beep erratically as a Velmorian boy no older than ten years old began to turn blue and convulse violently. Lon’s soldier instincts took over as he rushed and flipped the boy onto the side to avoid him from hurting himself. Lon kept a steady eye on the boys vitals his eyes widening with surprise as he used the force to assess the situation. It was a lot worse then he thought. If he didn’t do something soon the boy would have die from the Sith influence that plagued the planet. Lon had only seen this once before but it ended in the death of his Master. He wouldn’t subject someone else to that fate, not on his watch.

There was something about the boy. It was like there was a veil around his mind but there was something else. He didn’t sense it before when he had been brought in he didn’t think much of it at the time when the boy was first admitted. It was as if he was the boy was trying to shield himself form the darkness. Something in him clicked. It was the symptoms. Only those who were force sensitive could be afflicted in such a manner. They were the most vulnerable as they didn’t have the same level as training from those in training to be inducted into the Order. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he called out to the Force asking for it’s assistance trying to purge the boy of the dark energy that caged his mind. This was however a two way street and if he wasn’t careful he too would be subject of the very force he was trying to eliminate

“Someone get Samara Raine in here, Tell her we have a Code Gray on our hands and the boy is a Force sensitive!” he grunted as he tried to maintain his concentration. Breaking it now would spell death not only for the boy but for him too.

Things just just got a hell of a lot more complicated

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[Moya Virtu]

The Android's skin rippled slightly in her Togrutan guise as she passed by the edges of multiple strong concentrations of The Dark Side. It wasn't wise to explore a city so heavily polluted with Darkness, especially not with all her numerous, numerous design flaws.

Make no mistake: Moya had never in any way had been intended for true deployment in the field. But she was coming mpensating the best she could. Even she, however, could not deny she was out of her element. Usually such an overwhelming enemy presence was cause for her to retreat, not fight. But the reality of her current situation was not so accommodating.

The Velmorite's city had a splendour to it, even in its current state. Its frescoes and magnificent towers of carved brick were truly a wonder to behold in person. Moya had almost been tempted to simply stop and stare at some of the statues but the mission came first.

Her danger sense in the Force had been active for some time now. One threat in particular was moving closer.

The Android's hand dangled with a lightsaber in it. Its crystal was synthetic, modeled after her creator Moya De Lifte (and thus resembling Ahsoka Tano's blade while still a new apprentice to Skywalker).

Moya had only hazy recall of the data surrounding her creator. It sent shivers up the spine when she had discovered most of the data in her banks regarding Moya were condition-locked. In essence, the data could only be read when certain unknown external conditions were reached.

She could have hidden protocols she didn't even know about...(Genysys: 20XP I can't believe they couldn't be bothered to spell it right when the film came out)

The Android wanted more than anything to go back to a quiet domestic life on fringe space. It had to breach the subject somehow. But it could not as long as The Amalgam lived. The Amalgam had the resources of a Saaraishash Agent. They needed military resources to put her down especially after certain things had been revealed. Horrific things.

The Android thirsted to kill the witch. Her sheer presence disrupted their whole lives, especially hers. But worst of all it disrupted poor Laertia. For that Moya would never forgive The Witch.

The threat in question at last revealed itself. Moya stared in surprise, getting behind an overturned speeder to observe it.

It looked like a heavily modified B-1 Droid with extra armor, joint modifications, and optics. A double barreled repeating charric cannon had been welded to both arms. There were no identification markings. Could have been built or sent by anyone. Clone War tech was hilariously easy to come across and modify.

There was something bizarre however.

As it prowled the streets, this part clear of any civilians, its vocabulator seemed to be stuck on loop.

What it was saying sounded funny, yet in the context of its environment and what it was hunting came across as unsettling at the same time, especially with its nasally standard B-1 droid voice.

"I'm gonna have me some fun...I'm gonna have me some fun...I'm gonna have me some fun...I'm gonna have me some fun..."

Moya raised an eyebrow. Was it damaged?

No time to wonder now...Moya must have been sighted in its optics.

The change in its tone was her only warning.

"I'MGONNAHAVEMESOMEFUNTONIGHT!"

The running together of its words was quickly followed by a constant spray of charric bolts that had Moya scrambling for a new hiding place as her cover was blasted apart, her athletic skill the only thing saving her as she cartwheeled, flipped, and twirled to evade the shots, using Force Speed to aid in her evasion. She dived into a blasted open building where the spray of charric fire continued, getting up the stairs, the bolts puncturing the upper floor and walls. She ended up diving out of a second story window into into what looked like an abandoned nightclub. She hid inside the electronics booth where the DJ operated in.

The droid seemed to have lost track of her because it stopped firing. However, she could hear it enter the club after a few minutes, apparently on its previous loop.

"I'm gonna have me some fun...I'm gonna have me some fun...I'm gonna have me some fun..."

The droid began a systematic search of the premesis. Moya scrambled for ideas as she hid...

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Everything was set and ready to be executed. Not a single detail was left out from the briefing as they needed tight communication and coordination because of the current situation they faced. They were the elite of their clan, superior than other Mandalorians and other warriors from various groups. Could they dominate these Jedi and their Rangers in single combat? Most definitely, but there were more of them than there was of the Munin clansmen. They also needed to conserve their strength and ammunition; besides, Vilaz didn't exactly liked to do things sloppy. He was professional in every aspect of life, and warfare was a part of his life.

With every team ready for the mark, Vilaz grabbed the flare offered to him from Karsan. So far no one had noticed them, that would give them some sort of advantage over the Jedi.

Raising the flare, he pulled the trigger and a red light emerged from the barrel and launched into the sky.

That was their signal.

Marksmen from the support teams would aim at the security assets and personnel they could find while the assault teams moved in on the hospital setup. Fast and aggressive without losing that touch of efficiency.

Karsan Munin | Samara Raine | Amani Serys | Lon Vondon | Acaadi | Gida'Vida ​

 

[Samara Raine]

Humanitarian Aid
Silver Mobile Surgical Unit #2 (Field Hospital)
Outskirts of Capital City
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The young Mirialan followed the Jedi Healer's guidance and did everything she was supposed to as a healthy baby girl was delivered. Samara quickly stepped in and cut the umbilical cord as Amani Serys seemed to be awestruck by what she'd accomplished and the precious little gift that was in her arms. The Knight gave the Padawan a little nudge in the Force to alert her the parents were anxiously waiting to see their newborn.

"You did great, Amani. You seem to have a knack for this. I am encouraged you'll make a fine healer in the future," Sam complimented the girl. "Why don't you give Mom and Dad a couple more moments with their child, then reaccess the baby and clean her up. And while you're doing that, I'll finish up here as the post-birth needs to be attended too... " she nodded before sitting down upon the stool.

Samara could feel something in the Force closing in on them, but her danger sense wasn't alarming just yet so she continued her work. Just as the Liann had finished up with the mother, the Jedi Healer was summoned by another Jedi to assist them. "I'll be back, Amani. Keep monitoring your patients, and call me if you need me" the honey blonde instructed with a pleased smile, then she quickly removed the cover gown, face shield, and gloves and exited the L & D suite with a squirt of hand sanitizer as booted feet purposely took her to the next emergency.

A Code Grey? Interesting... The boy Lon Vondon was trying to help indeed had a veil of dark energy swirling about him as she walked up to the bedside. Quickly, the Jedi Knight centered herself in the Force and brought the strength of the Light to bear upon this darkness, enhanced by the amulet she wore, hopefully, to banish it from dwelling in this Force-sensitive youth.

"Join with me, Lon," she invited the other Knight to assist as eyelids closed down over her sea-green orbs while hands spread outward over the child channeling a healing wave through the Force.

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[Kiran Arlos]

Objective: Tel Velmoc Mountains
Opposition: Children Of The New Order
Allies:SJO/Open

"Keep your eyes open. They are here somewhere." Kiran was fourth man from the front as the lead took point and entered the the cave. A scan of the mountain showed a deep network of tunnels and the like. No telling what was waiting for them as they sought out these New Order foes. It grew strangely cold as they pushed deeper into the caverns and their groups split up to tackled the different paths. A few times they met up with one another again. It wasn't until almost twenty minutes of no contact static came over their already troubled communications. Strong static and few jumbled words. "Con***"

The captain gave the order to halt and that was when Kiran could feel it through the force. A sense of dread that came over him. The static came through followed by a single word which got them into ready position. "CONTACT!"

An explosion erupted between them caused by a thermal detonator rocked the group and knocked the Jedi Padawan to the ground. He raised the blaster rifle and began firing as did the rest of the group that wasn't killed by the thermal detonator. A few red blades came to life, and Kiran let the blaster rifle rest at his side as he reached for his lightsaber and the blue blade came to life.

 

[Karsan Munin]

Theme

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Fear.

Fear was a powerful tool.

And a platoon full of Mandalorians chanting at you, from the woods- right before lighting your makeshift hospital up... well that must have been downright terrifying for the inexperienced Jedi. The warriorless healers. Karsan thought them foolish for leaving their weakest and most vulnerable without strength- or for them to lack strength in the first place.

The machine guns were the first to begin the engagement- the support gunners laying a hail of blaster fire down onto the camp- literally tearing security teams to shreds. The marksman began to pick off targets at seemingly random, trying to cause as much discontent and confusion as possible.

The assault team broke from their concealed position, charging across the open ground. Returning blaster fire from the security team was met with a hail of well-aimed and well-drilled shots. The Mandalorians were simply better at war than they were. A Jedi came close to Karsan, as he approached the outer edge of the camp- and was met with a crushgaunt to the face.

The Jedi fell to the ground, her facial structure broken in more ways than Karsan could count. The assault team had reached the outer edge of the camp- and was moving in to cause more damage than most Jedi had ever seen, up close and personal. Karsan didn't blink or hold anything back. The Jedi were his enemy... as much as any Mandalorian masquerading to pretend to be a Jedi. There was nothing in the Resol'nare, the way, that remotely even fell to reason that a person could maintain an identity of a Mandalorian while being a Jedi. It was simply dialectics, an inevitable conflict. The tenets of the culture, the pillars of their society, were at odds with the Jedi code.

And anyone who claimed to be a Mandalorian while wielding a lightsaber... was an idiot, a fool, and worst of all, a traitor.

The flare lingered in the air, creating a dull red glow over the camp as the Mandalorians swarmed into it, killing, dismembering, and breaking all in their path.

The slaughter had begun.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura's eye darted around, widening when she saw the group of Mandalorians emerge. Ok. Why was it she hears about some sort of cease-fire between Jedi and Mandos, but only started to get attacked after it was done? Seriously! This was nuts! The lightsaber held in her arm ignited with a teal blade. She didn't care about it at this point. They shot, she'd fight back. The Lervon quickly ran to where they were, forming a barrier in front of her. She wouldn't let them hurt anyone else. The Lervon shifted and moved, using her surroundings to hide before finding them.

She spotted one of them that wasn't so focused on keeping the perimeter spotted, and quickly jumped. She swung her saber, only for it to hit a Beskar gauntlet.

"What kind of Jedi are you!?" He turned his gun to fire at the sandy being, but Ura was quick to form a larger shield again. She really didn't want to get shot. The Lervon would again go for a strike, only to slash the barrel of a blaster. Dang it! The Mandalorian then charged her with a knife, jabbing it in before looking up. Ura's only response was to engulf the warrior, leaping off before stabbing her lightsaber in from behind. She then looked around, trying to find who controlled this.

"I thought Mandalorians didn't use coward's tactics!"

Karsan Munin

 

[Amani Serys]

Humanitarian Aid (GONE WRONG)

Amani blushed and shrugged as Samara Raine complimented her. She downplayed her reaction, but deep down hearing those words meant everything to her. Heeding her suggestion, Amani stepped away to let the parents have some time with their new daughter, standing a little taller than before as she did. She couldn’t help but feel… something in the Force, but brushed it off as she saw no outward reaction from Samara either. Why ruin a good moment? Even as Samara told her she needed to go, Amani chirped “Okay! Will do. And… thanks.”

Amani daydreamed a little longer before returning to the family, cleaning up the baby and finishing anything else that might need to be done before she could leave them in peace. With her duties fulfilled, Amani gave a bow and stepped back away, humming a tune as she removed and washed off her medical equipment. She had felt in desperate need of a win lately, and this was it.

As fleeting as it was.

A barrage of blasters echoed out, and a chill immediately went down Amani’s spine. In no time at all chaos seemed to explode throughout the camp, screaming and gunfire filling the air. She was already hyperventilating, fear was setting in, as she cautiously went to the entrance flap, peering outside only to see carnage unfolding. “No… no no no no no...” The padawan turned back around, running back towards the patients before a stray shot flew right through the tent wall, striking her in the shoulder. Nearly the same exact spot she had already been shot before. She was going to lose an arm at this rate. She cursed under her breath and gripped the wound, turning to the family wide-eyed, “We need to go, now!”

No time. A line of machine gun fire broke into the tent, one of the shots already striking the father, who was unlucky enough to be standing up. She leapt over, on instinct raising her hand and projecting a weak force barrier. Amani felt like she was losing control, the emotional whiplash made her head dizzy. What about the others? Samara? Acaadi ? Everything was falling apart all at once. She focused and held onto something worth fighting for. As far as she was concerned, this child was hers to protect, and she was going to do so no matter what.