When Legends Collide- (Underground Raid on Tython)

[RC 212]

[member="Veino Garn"] [member=Jericho] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

This was the finest hour...

Weeks ago the Coalition had come together to lay out their plan against the Sith. They'd agreed on what they were going to do on the top end, and Vassara? She had plotted for some time now what she was going to do from the bottom. She had a plot to raze the Sith Temple at Tython, burn it all.

Over the past few days the Underground had connected with their contacts and smuggling rings, ferrying weapons and supplies to a newly set up resistance cell. Over a period of weeks their contacts had managed to rustle up false IFF tags and manifests, set up a myriad of safehouses and spread disinformation among the law agencies of the planet. False flag threats were circulating of an impending space attack.

Several high ranking members of the Underground were here as well, waiting and lurking, ready to strike when the set up was compete. And that day was today. They were congregated in various buildings and alleys around the target, each with their own mission.

Vassara herself was a few blocks down, hidden in a storm-drain under the street with a squadron of the Undergrounds finest. The clock was ticking, counting down the seconds to the strike. In thirty seconds the street would explode, and riots would ignite in the blocks around the temple. All resources would be tied up trying to quell the uprising.

And legendary heroes would hit the Temple, destroying it, wholesale...

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Jorus' daughter Mara had done a recon run on Tython not so long ago, and gotten away intact. The intel she'd gathered indicated that the planet's limited population was basically confined to the Sith temples that the planet's new owners had refitted and consecrated and so forth. The place was a major fleet depot, too, so between that and the temples' support structures and surroundings, there were enough alleys to get lost, enough buildings and warrens and people to cover Vassara's approach to the target. Even so, Jorus wasn't, and never had been, comfortable on the surface of a planet, so he wasn't down there. The Gypsymoth, cloaked and gravitically modulated and so forth, hovered in the atmosphere above the general area of the raid. Jorus had his limits, but the one job where he absolutely shone was getaway driver. He'd even rustled up a taozin amulet so his low-key instinctive navigation wouldn't render him detectable. Not that it would, regardless. All he was doing, more or less, was listening.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

The advantages of being a Jensaarai, one in armor especially, was that there was no discernible difference between Jensaarai armor and Sith armor at first look, especially of the older models that had come into vogue among the younger, hipper Sith. So relatively, speaking, Veino had little difficulty making his way among the fleet personnel and soldiers stationed on Tython. If they spoke to him, he just turned his helmet to stare at them for a while while making an ominous posture. They tended to back off after that.

So he was working field recon, as long as he stayed far away from any Sith. His own Force presence was cast far and wide among the Unifying Force, making it nearly impossible to gauge his identity through such a method. So he stood on an intersection of a corner, counting down in his head until the streets would blow. Then he would move into a storehouse and secure the rest of his equipment. Mostly other weapons and explosives. Not even Sith needed to be walking around with those here.

A patrol of soldiers approached and Veino turned to stare at them through his helmet. There was a definite pause as they thought they had caught the attention of a Sith, and of one of the ones that spent their time in full armor at that. Those ones were the crazies. They gave a salute and rather hurriedly moved on. The armor had its uses that he hadn't thought of when he had designed it. Strange how those things tended to work out.

But for now, he had to wait for the signal.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Veino Garn"]

The Gypsymoth, still absent from every sensor around, slewed in an industrial-grade updraft, but kept meandering forward to keep pace with the ground assault. If this went south, and it would certainly go south, Jorus' job was to be ready for a fast pickup -- possibly at speed -- and a much faster exit. Including, if necessary, some hyperspace hijinks, but only if necessary. So far as the One Sith knew, this ship had been destroyed at the Battle of Empress Teta years back, and since then he'd kept his head down in the Outer Rim and Wild Space. Then again, his survival and his tenure as Master of First Knowledge could have reached their ears from any number of prisoners or defectors. So in the end, did it matter whether they knew the getaway driver was Jorus Merrill, so long as they came to that realization after said getaway got driven?