When a Spark Becomes a Blaze - Anarchy on Mygeeto

[Guz McGarion]

Jygat, Capital of Mygeeto, Outer Rim​

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A planet in complete and utter anarchy. Guz couldn't have asked for anything else.

The Muun had remained silent after years of peace on the independent planet of Mygeeto, following the end of the Clone Wars and the Galactic Civil war hundreds of years before. The immensely wealthy planet, almost entirely controlled by the InterGalactic Banking Clan and its Chairman, and its ruling Government, headed by a President, a recently elected, and now pronounced dead, Muun by the name of Aro'Vian Plastigence. Much talk on the planet told that Plastigence was nothing more than a face on the front cover of the planet's aesthetic, for everybody suspected there were other secrets at work here; darker, deeper secrets that were in need of revelation. And they were right, for soon after he was elected President, he had died an undisclosed death. People started rioting in the streets, and suspicion rose amongst the people of Mygeeto on how their president had recently passed; was it an assassination? Sickness? An accident?

For its entirety, the InterGalactic Banking Clan had kept its nose out of the rest of the galaxy's business, putting their credits only where they were needed, and conducted business the way any respectable business should have.
That's what any fool working for the Banking Clan would have you believe.

The Lurmen population on the planet had been entirely wiped out, pushed to complete extinction after a minor civil war on the planet, one that the Mygeetan Government had kept completely under wraps, and only the planet's Military and civil servants knew of. And now, thanks to the capabilities of the galaxy's most renowned troublemaker, it was planet-wide news. All about the planet, Holovid frequencies were hijacked, and replaced with a repeating recording that transmitted a voice and a basic image of a handsome, long haired human, and the tragic news he brought with him.

"Inhabitants of Mygeeto, you have been deceived.
Your government is nothing more than a pawn in the hand of the InterGalactic Banking Clan, and the money your planet deserves and has earned rightly through the export of your planet's precious Mygeetan Crystal sale has gone into spending on other planets; namely, into supporting major Galactic bodies such as the Imperial Remnant, who has been using these crystals to create superweapons that have devastated entire civilizations and planets with their sheer power. The Death Star utilized similar weaponry! And you all sit here, like the fools they believe you to be, and continue your daily grinding, day in and day out, without a single thought that your planet's Government is allowing the export of these crystals into the hands of men who could wipe out entire star systems!?
"And let's not forget to mention the complete extinction of the native Lurmen species, that which the Banking Clan benefited from by taking their sacred caves and holy grounds and turning them into mines, grinding out every last piece of rare gem and crystal that also goes into the supply of weapons of mass destruction, much like they provide to the Imperial Remnant!
"And what of your late president, Aro'Vian Plastigence, who so suddenly keeled over and died right after his election? That was the doing of the Banking Clan AND your planet's government together! While he stood up for what the YOU, the people wanted, such as medical and healthcare and support in times of dire need, his opponent, Gravik Kenniss, had the entire backing of the InterGalactic Banking Clan and the Mygeetan Government to win! They had him ASSASSINATED, in his BED, with no way to defend himself!
"To those who believe me to be a liar, a man who speaks of ill to bring chaos to a peaceful planet, I have proof, proof that has now been sent to your Holoterminals and Computer systems; folders that contain video evidence, documentation outlining the negotiations and deals made between Imperial Remnant officials and members of the planet's Government, reports left by military personnel outlining the slaughter between the Lurmen population and your own Politicians who wiped out an entire sentient species from the planet in the name of credits! These things will not change under the control of your Governing body! This time, the people are taking the law into their own hands! I say ARISE, people of Mygeeto! Stand up from beneath the boot heel of your planet's unruly control, and take back the power you all deserve! Fight back! Prove to the Jygat Personnel and the Liars in the InterGalactic Banking Clan that we will not be deceived again!"

Sure enough, every holoterminal in Mygeeto had a hacked folder containing entire documents, tens of hundreds of them, documenting the many corrupt events brought about by the real people in control on the planet. Every frequency in every part of the planet shared the same repeating recording, and as hard as programmers, slicers and even professional hackers tried, they could not stop the outflow of information and the hijacked recording line. And with every passing minute, more and more citizens became more and more unruly, angrier, thirsting for truth and for the downfall of the planet that had lied to them.

But what triggered it all was the government's last ditch effort to prevent the sudden appearance of the Galaxy's Most Wanted Man and his degrading words towards them and their allies in the banking clan;

They shut down the City's Power Grid.

Fires began to spread, set alight by citizens who refused to work under the planet's banner. Buildings soon started tumbling, brought down by explosive weapons technicians who were both ex-military and offworlders. Fighting in the streets with blasters and blades began to erupt, and within only a few days, the planet's capital of Jygat was reduced to its own civil war, between it's hardworking middle class, and the powers in complete control.

Distress signals from satellites generated by power converters not connected to the planet's main grid reached out into the rest of the system, in hope that somewhere, someone or something will hear the call and come and aid the planet in its time of desperation.

As for Guz, the man who was behind it all? He had suddenly disappeared, almost as if off the face of the planet. His mission was done...
But to those who would intervene, they may soon find he culprit was sticking around to watch the ensuing madness unfold.


Objectives:
1. Destruction System - Blazes all about the city are damaging local infrastructure and taking the lives of hundreds of innocents with every passing minute. Someone needs to aid in preventing the spread of the destruction, before it reaches key city points, including the Power Generator, the city's weathershield (which is defending the city from the ensuing snowstorm happening outside the shield's limits), munitions warehouses that could spark and level a large portion of the city without effort, and chief residential blocks that house much of the city's hiding populace.
2. The Populace Gone Mad - A voice must be heard amidst the destruction of the planet; one that can deliver hope to the populace and restore sanity to the raging people's. With a peaceful populace, much of the chaos is sure to be quelled.
3. The Coldhearted - It seems the sudden mass of anarchy on the planet has revealed a certain, self entitled 'freedom fighter' terrorist cell known as the Coldhearted; Muun with a connection to dark side energy, though they are not truly Sith or Jedi; they are untrained, yet consider approaching with all manner of discretion; they are fueling the populace with more dark truths in hope of leveling the entire planet's government.
4. Power Plant Massacre - The Mygeeto military has dispensed many of its soldiers in an effort to prevent further destruction to city property, and have been granted permission to shoot on sight, decimating masses of citizens who are attempting to restart the generator. Many of them are defending the Power Station on orders of defending the position from the city's mad population. If power is restored, trapped members of the city may be rescued, light and power may return, and any chance of uniting the entire populace at once via holoscreens is possible.
5. The Mastermind - Someone staged this all, someone with a mind bent on causing as much mischief as possible. Guz McGarion, a Galactic daredevil and criminal, it seems, is the one who sent out the broadcast and hated the government's documents with the people of Mygeeto. Locate and put a stop to his madness... If you can.
6. Bring Your Own Adventure - There is more than enough chaos on Mygeeto to open up a few more options in defense of the planet... Or in the instance that one wishes to encourage and continue the madness about the frosty planet.

Rules
1. System Aggression and Blockade - The system is in despair and terrified for themselves, and thusly, have begun maneuvering their fleets about the system in defense of the planet and prevent anyone leaving from spreading the influence. As such, if any fleet owned by any faction is seen approaching the planet, it will be considered an act of war, taking advantage of the planet in its moment of weakness, and will trigger a planetary civil war amongst the unaligned planets. (Factions are not allowed to interfere.)
2. The Power of One - This chaos can be overturned, but with the planet only allowing so very few ships into its orbit, its possible the only ones who may truly be able to save the planet are mere individuals. (Anyone may join, members of any faction and any alignment, and may team together to save the planet. )
3. Act of War - The killing of the Muun people and any other citizens by an outsider may trigger further riots and further hatred for whoever they represent. They are only people driven by the madness of their corrupt system. (Try not to kill NPC's like some sort of Sith Warlord (not including the Coldhearted), as they don't deserve as much. You may fight them, of course, and you have permission to kill them if need be.)
4. Preventative Measures - It seems Guz was prepared for all of this from the start, as he has left a very slight breadcrumb trail to finding him, set about with traps, red herrings, and clues that could lead to his finding or not. Remember; he is crafty, slippery, and prone to taking advantage of anyone who shows a slight hint of weakness. Be prepared for anything. (Guz McGarion will not be easy to find; no turning corners and stabbing him in the back before he has a chance to escape. Uncool. A decent chase and investigation is expected.)

Those involved:
- Mygeetan Populace (made up of 94% Muun population, 4% offworld species, and 2% other types, mainly offworlders, which many of you will be.
- Offworld heroes (or villains)
- The Coldhearted
- The Mygeetan Government and Military
- Guz McGarion, the Handsomest Devil

 

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Negotiations with the Muuns had been proceeding well up until this point. Compliance was a welcome thing when the majority of the galaxy sought to meet a flag of peace with an unsheathed sword. Yes, securing Muunilist was most certainly on the Dominion's list of things to do, though the arrival of the crusading fleet would have to wait for sometime. There were other matters to attend to, particularly the situation on Ventooine currently.

It was because of this that Cedric had come ahead of his fellows. The Chimaera lingered in the atmosphere above, though there was little she could do to benefit the planet. There were not enough men aboard to even begin policing the city in question, and even then doing so would require special diplomatic powers that the Muuns were not yet prepared to pass on. They would eventually, as all systems did when faced with the Arch Enemy's presence, but there were enough holdouts remaining within the governmental structure to make things...difficult.

Frustrated with the situation at large, Cedric had retired to the city itself. He had read the information presented by this mystery fellow and found himself in general agreement with the motives, though he balked at the methods. So much death, so much damage; this was a terrible waste of people and resources. There were better ways to spread information than inciting a riot, but then few people had the resources at hand that the Archlord did.

Perhaps he was looking at the whole situation from atop a high horse.

The youth reaffirmed his desire not to make hasty generalizations about the situation as he lowered himself into the grass. He had chosen a park a few blocks away from the city center for his work. Things were safer here, and when they decided to not be he had his red cloaks. The six men stood in silence, their plasma rifles held at rest. Cedric gave them a nod, and the men dispersed to patrol different sections of the park. Left alone, the youth extended himself within the ethereal realm.

Here he would not command warriors, but soothe minds. He felt the chaos of the local population: the fear, the anger, the hate that flowed through the skulls of a few hundred people. All at once, Cedric networked with them. The effort was a taxing one, and he found his breathing growing labored as he tethered himself from one mind to the next. Once at capacity, or so he believed of himself, he extended a sense of reassurance. His presence was a steady hand upon the shoulder. A parent telling his children that everything would be okay. A close friend's embrace in the wake of tragedy.

At the same time, he shuttered off his own mind. For the sake of his sanity, Cedric could not allow himself to truly experience every individual emotion coming from those he counseled. Attempting to do so would shatter his mind and leave him brain-dead at the least, and simply dead in the most base terms at the most.

Within the ethereal realm he did his work. In the physical, the red-cowled youth was nothing more than a broad figure seated in the center of a few trees. He did not know where the man that had started all this resided, but it was quite possible his mind might brush against the culprit's own given his efforts. It was of no consequence to Cedric - the man behind this was Muunilist's problem. The people were his.

[member="Guz McGarion"]

 

[Caburkad]

Nathan had only been on the planet of Mygeeto for an hour when the riots broke out. In fact, he was only on the planet to drop off some self-important bureaucrat to the Capitol building. Nathan had met the man just days before on Coruscant when he had been approached by a middleman offering him the job of transporting and guarding his passenger. He had readily accepted, of course, if only just to get some real work. He had just dropped off his obnoxious passenger and collected his payment from a lowly secretary when the broadcast came through. It took mere minutes after the revolutionaries broadcast before the common Muuns took to the streets. Not twenty minutes after that the skylanes were closed off with threat of destruction by Banking Clan ships. Within the hour the power was off, buildings burned, martial law was declared, and the streets were filled with blood. It was to this scene that Nathan saw standing on the steps of the Jygat capitol building. Needless to say, it did not take long to convince the ruling Muuns to pay him for his assistance. Now Nathan was no senseless murderer nor a butcher of civilians. Even under these violent circumstances the rioters in the streets still met these criteria to Nathan. They were doing terrible things to their own city and way of life, but they were being manipulated. He recognized the broadcast for what it really was. The final domino in a masterfully manufactured rebellion by the most wanted agitator in the galaxy. Nathan, as any other hunter in the galaxy, had read about McGarion extensively. The price on his head would set a dozen hunters up as millionaires. More than that, Nathan wanted to stop him. He had no problem with his ideals. There were serious problems in the galaxy and the rich couldn't keep exploiting it like this. Where their thoughts differed was in the how. Nathan simply could not abide by the methods used by McGarion. They were too violent and caused too much harm to regular people. He manipulated whole worlds without them even realizing they were dying at his command. This. Had. To. Stop.
It was with this determination that Nathan headed off into the turmoil in search of its conductor. Attempting to listen to the music of destruction McGarion was orchestrating and pinpoint from where he directed. His first order of business was to find someone who could help him. Nathan was a new hunter and he knew it. There was no way that he could take down McGarion alone. So with that he set off down the burning streets, pistol at the ready, searching for allies. At the very least he was hoping for a clue as to where the wanted man was hiding. All of a sudden he felt himself growing calm, almost sedentary. Puzzled, for he knew these feelings were not his own, Nathan steeled his mind and settled back to his task. He continued down the eerily quiet streets and felt the calming thoughts increasing as he went. Curious if this was somehow McGarion's doing, Nathan walked towards where he suspected the mental manipulation was coming from. As he drew closer to a large city park he saw multiple red cloaked men surrounding a young boy seated on the ground. This day just keeps getting stranger and stranger. He thought to himself. Well, he doesn't seem to be in trouble. Those cloaks look pretty heavily armed though. Better not risk instigating anything. He holstered his pistol and walked casually towards the park, headed towards the boy but watching all six of the armed cloaks. After all, six against one weren't good odds.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Guz McGarion"]

 

[Vishkar]

Smoke exhaled from the Ithorian's twin throats as he examined the view before him with sad eyes. It was revolting, heartbreaking to Vishkar, for he could feel the pain, and the suffering, and the death from the city of Jygat in such a way that none should ever feel. It made him sick in the gut, and want to keel over in agony.

The Ithorian Pilot had been staying in a Jygat Hostel for pilots who had been transporting cargo and goods to and from the planet, along with a few other Galactic Alliance flyboys, on a run to the ice planet in haste. They had arrived only a day before, and the Muun people and their payers, as kind as they were, insisted they stay and accept their hospitality as a thank you.
Along with himself, Vishkar was accompanied by a Rodian pilot named Gallo-Ran, and a renowned Galactic Alliance Human pilot known as Harris the Javelin.

That morning they awoke to a loud, unending broadcast set on repeat, and what was held within broke the heart of the Ithorian;
The Muun Government had wiped out the entire Lurmen population, hunted to extinction. Such an act, to an Ithorian, a lover of all flora and fauna life, was as horrific as losing one's entire family in a tragic, headtwrenching way. And as such, Vishkar wept as he watched, and read, and found the news that the criminal [member="Guz McGarion"] had shared to the entire planet.

And once the riots began, Vishkar and his fellow Galactic Alliance pilots realized that staying on the planet could risk their lives, and they left the Hostel in hope of reaching the docking bay that their ships were found.

Gallo-Ran was crushed beneath ruins of a falling building, a Banking Clan House of Commerce, loaded with detonators and set off by The Coldhearted's dark disciples.

Harris the Javelin was beaten to death by Imperial conspirators who acknowledged and accepted the Empire's ways and wished to bring them upon their own government.

And Vishkar, suffering a blaster bolt to the leg, had only barely managed to escape with his life, hiding in an alley between cold steeled buildings as citizens ran by in fear and in rage. The Ithorian wrapped his Galactic Alliance piloting jacket around his wounded leg and lay where he did for a time, feeling and hearing the pain of everybody around him. A certain calm, a wave of calmness washed over him, and in his state, he pulled his Smoker from his pocket and breathed in deeply the calming fumes of the substance, breathing it out in wisps from his two mouths.

Whatever kind of monster would do this to a populace as punishment for it's governments and organization's mistakes?

[member="Caburkad"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Guz McGarion]

Guz stood upon the balcony of the tallest building in Jygat; the InterGalactic Banking Clan's Chief Administration building. A tower to show their power, display it to the galaxy; it stood several hundred meters tall and made of the shiniest refined durasteel and minerals, literally shining amidst the rest of the city. A piercing needle, jabbing into the sky as if it were going to impale any starship that flew above. It was mighty to behold. And soon, it would tumble and fall.

The explosives were set; siesmic charges that would decimate not just the IGBC's great display of monetary gain and value, but the surrounding city block too.The charges were rare, and modified to hid liking; set to blow at the touch of a button, they would echo across the city, and slice through durasteel walls at least three inches thick. The IGBC's great monument to credits was going to slide to the ground, and what it would do would incite more rabble.

A calming wave overcame Guz, and he smiled softly to himself. Everything will be alright, he seemed to think to himself...

Moments had passed, and Guz McGarion had walked from the front doors of the IGBC's great Administration Office, taking in the smell of smoke and the sound of violence, and chuckled to himself. He felt so calm and at peace with himself. But nothing would make him more calm then destruction.

He pushed the detonator in his hand, and suddenly, all was silent, throughout the entire city, for just a second. Not a sound, scream, word, screech, or blast. Just pure nothing.

Then every sound hit at one; a scream of layers upon layers of sound cracked, exploded behind Guz, shattering steel beams and shaking the very edges of the city. The Administration building toppled backwards, a calculation he didn't get wrong. It fell and scraped, screeched and rumbled as it smashed against other Mygeetan buildings and crushed masses of people below. It would have deafened him had he been any closer. He stumbled, his calmness suddenly blown from his mind, instead heightened to the feeling of adrenaline and energy. Ecstasy.

All of this chaos just felt so good, and soon, when the people had calmed, they would realise the truth and reason behind his doings.

 

[Eugen Aker]

The federal government of the Kiribian Systems Union was quick to respond to the crisis occurring on Mygeeto, dispatching their diplomats and a peacekeeping force after conversations with their counterparts in Jygat. Officially, Izrul was taking a neutral stance regarding the content revealed in a series of data dumps that had initially sparked the civil unrest (along with the mysterious death of the recently elected president), as their own intelligence services had yet to sift through the contents of the data for verification. In the near term, they would proceed to assist the ruling regime in restoring order on Mygeeto, then try to work out the issues between all the disparate factions in an amicable manner.

The peacekeeping force mostly consisted of units from the Kiribian Spacy and Mandalorian Auxiliaries, with a large medical detachment from the Silver Jedi based out of Kiribi. Through Watchman Yune, the two organizations shared increasingly strong ties in their mutual interest in achieving stability in the northern quadrants of the galaxy.

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Location: Champion Class Star Destroyer KSV Hoth's Light, Enroute to Albarrio sector

Arisa may have been heading right into the middle of a warzone, but she sat serenely in her command chair as she guided her formation of vessels through hyperspace, in communion with the greater cosmos. Moving far outside the bounds of established hyperroutes, she was making quick time on almost a straight shot to the Albarrio sector. Normal hazards like uncharted celestial bodies were safely skirted as she detected their gravitonic signatures in real time.

It was in these moments that usual issues that troubled the Jedi appeared to petty as she existed outside normal space and time, so much more to the universe that the ideological struggles that were a fact of life for galactic civilization.

Of course, the good times wouldn't last as she finally reached her destination. Back to realspace. Back to chaos.

Following reversion, she would begin pouring over the data streams through neural link for a status update on Mygeeto. The situation was continuing to deteriorate as there now appeared to be targeted bombings of specific sites on Mygeeto. Even at a casual glance, the veteran investigator didn't believe for an instant that this was some kind of spontaneous grassroots movement, even in light of the bungles of the Mygeetan government. She did not view the issue in a vacuum, keeping in mind the recent developments in the Northern Outer Rim. The Sith on Korriban and Bastion, the Dominion on Ession. There were even reports of Primeval rising once more. Things were getting busy in the region, and this event created the perfect opportunity for any of those said groups to swoop in for a piece of one of the single wealthiest planets in the galaxy.

<Briefing in 15 minutes, Conference Room A> She announced in a text message to all relevant parties: Her fellow Kiribian diplomats, Senior Spacy Commanders, and Silvers that had joined her on the mission. In the briefing, they would check in with the local government, and establish ground rules for operations in advance of deployments.

((Had to write this out on mobile, so apologizes for ugliness and lack of tags.))

 

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Minds shattered.

Cedric heaved forward, a trail of blood dribbling from his nose. He had felt death before en masse, though he had always been prepared for that. Men in battle had minds of steel when they interlaced with his web, but these people were not trained for such a process. They were a chaotic bunch, one that seemed rather keen on having their fill of terror before the day could come to an end. All at once, Cerdic's felt the world beneath him shake.

Gray eyes flickered open as he was drawn back into the realm of physicality. Bright vitae dripped down from his lips to his chin, finally ending its path in a dark pool beneath him. His connection with those around him remained, though his influence had lessened somewhat.

When the building fell, he felt the deaths of all crushed beneath it intimately.

"Mobilize the 501st. I don't care about the Muun's blockade," he hissed to the closest red-cloak. The man muttered a quiet response, and the Archlord simply nodded. The youth rose to his feet slowly, unsure of his own mental faculties at the moment.

He made it about six steps before keeling over and vomiting into a nearby bush. One of the red-cloaks moved forward to offer the youth assistance, which Cedric waved away. "First company is to sec-" Cedric bent over the bush and dry heaved. "Eugh, send the first to this locale. Have them setup a triage center."

The figure of [member="Caburkad"] approached. Cedric eyed him with a lofted brow, "That one's armed. Figure out his intentions and see if he can help."

One of the red-cloaks would marched off to the stranger and ask him just what his purpose here was.

Then, accompanied by one of the guards, Cedric stumbled over to a nearby alley. It was there he felt the presence of one that called for help, though not with its words. The crimson-cloaked Archlord stood like a statue at the head of the alley.

"You're hurt," he mumbled, gray eyes flickering to the Ithorian. "Beren, patch him."

"On it." The red-cloak meandered over to the Ithorian, a bacta patch being retrieved from his belt to treat the alien's wound.

[member="Vishkar"]

 

[Carith Vastili]

Location: Champion Class Explorer "KSV Hoth's Light"

Carith stood in the back of the bridge, observing the way the crew worked and how Arisa led and commanded them. After working with her on a mission on the planet Caluula for the Silver Order, he had asked her if he could shadow her and work with her to learn more about the galaxy and the ways of the Force instead of just sitting on Voss doing nothing. Fortunately for him, she complied and so he was here aboard the Star Destroyer. From what Carith could tell, she didn't embark on this journey for the Silvers, but for another faction she had personal involvement with. He wasn't told much about what was going on on the planet Mygeeto, for the official briefing wouldn't commence until they arrived in system.

"We are coming out of hyperspace" the navigational officer announced to the bridge.

Carith watched as the stars slowed down and a planet began to form in front of the ship. Mygeeto. Even from space, Carith could see the fires raging below on the planet. What could be happening down there... "We have video stream coming in." another bridge officer announced, and Carith looked to the vidscreen. Fires. Anarchy. Riots. Thousands, maybe millions dead already. Carith had seen nothing like it. The closest he had ever seen were the riots that occurred during the fall of the Republic, but even those hadn't been as chaotic and destructive as this. Hundred of questions ran through his mind until the vidscreen flashed and the footage was gone, replaced with a meeting time and place for the briefing. Hopefully the briefing will have some answers. Carith turned around and headed out of the bridge towards conference room A, the images of fire and death disturbingly stuck in his mind.

[member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Guz McGarion"]

 

[Caburkad]

Nathan pause just outside the park as one of the strange red cloaked soldiers approached him. The soldier stopped a mere five feet away from him staring him down. His blaster was pointed at the ground but Nathan got the feeling that it wouldn't take much for that to change. After a few moments of silence the soldier finally spoke. "State your intentions." It was less of a question and more of an order but Nathan chose to take it as a polite inquiry. "My names Nathan. I've been going through the city looking for clues to where the mastermind behind all this chaos is." He sweep an arm around at the city scape. "Seeing as you don't look much like muuns and are too well armed for your average thug, I figured you might be able to help me out." Having seen the young boy who had disappeared into a nearby alley bleeding then vomit into the bushes Nathan asked the red cloak, "Hey, is that little kid alright? He doesn't look so good."
[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Freja Liekvold]

Freja being upon the Hoth’s Light, found himself as usually getting ready in preparation for flight. Being the designated pilot for most of their missions, Freja understood as to why he would take on this role. It simply was his strong suit, having an excellent performance when it came to flying. Currently working diligently to repair some parts to his ship, the young male was busy up under the large LAAT battleship. Removing some panels, he began to pull wires and replace them with less worn-out ones. Holding a conventional wrench in his mouth as he used his hands to do most of the work until he needed to close the panel. Freja had knowledge of the debriefing that would be held, but he was unaware of how soon it was. Expecting he had sometime to spare he continued to work on the ship, hoping to have the repairs finished so that he could be ready for takeoff once the debriefing was finished.

The pilots custom LAAT was a heavy class ship, excelling in artillery over speed. Yet with some of the artillery being out of date, Freja found himself constantly struggling to find replacement parts. Luckily for him, he had stumbled upon a piece of equipment that would shorten the time it took for the main canons to recharge. This serving Freja greatly, he took no time at all to begin installing it.

The man could now be found straddling the top of his ship, unscrewing panels and removing parts that were currently in the way of what he needed to get to. Reaching into one of the canons he had opened up, Freja grabbed the piece he was going to install. Connecting the required cords and securing it snug inside the canon, he then grabbed the panel attaching back to it's spot. Freja repeated this process once again for the other canon, proceeding to take his time with it. Although unbeknownst to him, the young pilot would soon be missing out on the beginning of the debriefing.

[member="Arisa Yune"] / [member="Carith Vastili"]

 

[Vishkar]

The Ithorian looked to the human who had just spoken to him in the alley. He graciously let the soldier wrap the bandage around his leg as he took in the sight of the human too; he was in pain as well. Sick. He had felt the death that had just sucker-punched the city, too.

Vishkar slowly stood once the bacta bandage had been applied and bowed deeply to the soldier and the young man who had just healed him. His translator whirred to life as he spoke his deep Ithorian.

"My appreciation, gratitude, man of young age, and soldier. Vishkar, is my name. I... Pain, I feel of the world. What, and who would do this, understand I can't."

 

[Rach Tarvus]

Flugg loomed it was sort of the only descriptive term that fit the giant padawan.
at 3 meters looming came natutraly so did ducking when entering rooms. ( thr ship's repair crew demanded it now. well more threatened to tale a hammer and chisle to Flugg's head id he had to fix more doors.).
still life on board a destroyer was awkward for the new Padawan. it felt slightly cramped to him.
the bridge however was roomy. still it felt as though it was made of cardbord.
there she was a.. Human?
she could never be to sure with the organics.
" Mistress [member="Arisa Yune"] you called for me? " the huge rock monster asked trying to take a knee.

 

[Rakieh Atur]

Location: Champion Class Star Destroyer KSV Hoth's Light, Enroute to Albarrio sector

Though he wold have like to have said that this wasn't his first rodeo, it was. And he was totally unprepared for it.

The trip through hyperspace was a relatively unsettling one for Rakieh. His first mission. Up until now, Rakieh had spent all of his time studying the Force on Voss Academy, and once, on an offshoot chance, traveled in hopes of finding his distant relatives among the stars. Now... well, things had obviously changed. Worst part, he found himself unable to focus on his surrounds. His thoughts were absorbed, not necessarily by fear, but by uncertainty as his mind reeled at the potential situation at hand and how he had gotten himself in this position. When he heard that Arisa Yune —who, to his limited knowledge of her, was a respected and skilled Jedi Master in the Silver Jedi Order— was embarking on a diplomatic mission to Mygeeto, he couldn't help but jump aboard the destroyer in hopes of making a difference. A real tremor in the Force.

That was just what was bothering him.

He wasn't asked, per se, to join in this mission. No, rather, he very silently volunteered. Better yet, what sort of diplomatic missions are embarked upon a destroyer? As the ship folded out of hyperspace, the vague feeling of spacial change accompanied by the voice of the navigational officer announcing the defold, the feelings in his gut and in the back of his mind grew in weight as the image, to him, almost like a hologram of blistering fires and death, appeared on the vidscreens. He shook his head solemnly, and now, in a feeling very akin to fear itself, Rakieh stood, and with a deep inhale, began to walk to to Confrence Room A, as detailed by a message dispatched by Arisa Yune, someone who, as he now knows, was far more than just a respected Jedi Master.

May the Force be with me... and with us all...

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Carith Vastili"] | [member="Freja Liekvold"] | [member="Fluggaen Koec Chice Bolsen"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

He'd been in hyperspace when the notifications came. There had been a meeting of the general powers that be for TransGalMeg Industries, which meant - as the new owner - he was required to attend. It had been part social affair, part business planning meeting spanning multiple days and locations. He was unable to attend virtually as a result. Nevertheless, the meetings were productive; once the groundwork was put into place the fruits of their labor would start showing almost instantly. On the way back to Silver Jedi space however, a report had come across his terminal on the situation at Mygeeto. The vessel dropped out of hyperspace, calculated a new route, and rumbled back into hyperspace. Only then had he requested a more detailed briefing.

By the time Audren's large starfighter exited hyperspace at the beleagured planet of Mygeeto, he had a bit more information. It seemed information had been leaked to the world's general public on certain deeds that their government had done, or purportedly done. After all, he didn't exactly have an intelligence service to gather information for him and he wasn't going to involve the Silver Jedi. This was outside of their jurisdiction, and he wasn't currently flying under their flag anyways. Suffice it to say that the news hadn't gone over well with the citizenry. Burning, pillaging...there were even reports of intentional and radically destructive demolition.

From the cockpit of his vessel, the Sephi could see how the fleets had gathered. He was no fleet commander, but even he could see that most of the vessels in orbit had arranged themselves in a defensive manner, a blockade of vessels both incoming and outgoing but more focused on leaving ships. There was a fleet in distant orbit, vessels that he didn't recognize. There was another fleet in orbit, one he didn't recognize but that had an occasional signal on Silver Jedi frequencies. From that, he gathered that there was a briefing that would be going on. A briefing that he would not be attending: those below needed help now. Besides which, he would be able to provide current situational analysis once on the ground.

The starfighter was not the fastest or most maneuverable, but it was heavily armed and armored. This suited the Master's typical flying style perfectly: he picked a path and went for it, suffering the few blasts sent his way with only minor effect. Power was out throughout the city, so he simply chose an empty hangar and landed his craft, then made his way out. On the descent, he'd begun to sense the workings of the Dark Side. It was unexpected, but could help explain the unusual escalation pattern seen here. There was also some counteracting by a Light-sider, abruptly cut off with the deaths of hundreds of people and the destruction of a tower. He couldn't say for sure, but Audren didn't think the Light-side user was dead, just drastically affected by the deaths.

From the moment he stepped foot on the ground, the Jedi Master had tendrils of Force energy questing throughout the city. They needed to get a handle on the Dark Side here. In conjunction with other efforts, hopefully this madness could be stopped.

[member="Guz McGarion"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

 

[Guz McGarion]

Guz felt amazing. And as he pranced along the streets of Jygat amidst the destruction, a number of other things were happening within the ruined city;

The Coldhearted were aiming to take control of the Power Plant against the will of the planet's military, using dark force abilities to decimate the soldiers and masses there in order to take control and hold it in their dark name. As it so happens, an offshoot of their numbers had also made their way into the Holonet Broadcast Station and began preparation to make another planetwide broadcast. Their spokesman, a Muun robed in red and with a scar lining his face called Abbalorr, spoke deeply and darkly of their plans to the world, and those surrounding it in its blockade and approaching defence forces;

"Greetings, People of Mygeeto, and outsiders planning on taking their chances on entering our planet's system in their time of need; I am Darth Abbalor, the Grand Master of the Coldhearted; I am one of the last true Sith to have ever stood foot on this planet, and in the name of the Old Sith Empire, we will be claiming control of Jygat and Mygeeto, and you can all be sure that we will not be tolerating any invading forces that think they can save this 'dying world.' Our time has come, and no Jedi, fake Sith, or Imperial, Rebel, Alliance or Dominion is ever going to stop us from our Galactic Domination of the Galaxy that was once ours! We have Public Executions ready to be made, capturing Political prisoners and high members of the planet's military, and are ready to cut their throats, corrupt them with our power, and ultimately kill them to make way for our New World Order! The second we see any outsider land their troops on our planet, we will begin the culling! And any that stand against us will fall to their knees in way for the New Sith Empire!"

As the deluded Sith sympathiser roared his wish for galactic conquest, the rallying mobs had begun to make their way towards the edges of the city, where the Weather Shield that prevented any of the outside snowstorm from wearing away at the population. It was here that they began to board ships, transport haulers that were to take them off the planet and towards the atmosphere. Little did they know that the surrounding blockade would blast them out of the air the second they saw the ships.

Another city block, this time in the industrial district, suddenly went up in flames. It was chaotic.

[member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Caburkad"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Carith Vastili"] | [member="Freja Liekvold"] | [member="Fluggaen Koec Chice Bolsen"] | [member="Rakieh Atur"]