Private With a Rebel Yell

[Katarine Ryiah]

Last night, a little dancer a-came dancin' to my door​

She stepped off the shuttle like a ghost returning to her own grave.

Katarine Ryiah, Jedi Master, had spent the last several years deep undercover, embedded in criminal syndicates, shadow cults, and forgotten corners of the Outer Rim. As a Jedi Investigator, she had always worked in the cracks of the galaxy, where light flickered faintest. But this… this was different.

Coruscant was not the same planet she had left.

The skies were darker. Imperial patrols prowled the skylanes like carrion birds. The familiar hum of traffic was quieter now, strained beneath the weight of occupation. Once the beating heart of the Alliance, the capital world had fallen and the Jedi Temple, once a beacon of hope, now lay scorched and silent, its towers shattered like the bones of a long-dead titan.

Her handler had gone dark six standard weeks ago. No exit signal. No coded fallback. Just silence.

When she saw the reports of the Empire's sudden push into the Core and the fall of Coruscant, she knew she couldn't wait any longer. Whatever mission she had been pursuing in the shadows no longer mattered. The Order might be broken. Her allies might be dead. But someone had to come back.

Someone had to know what happened.

Now, in a stolen cloak and with only a lightsaber she hasn't ignited in months, Katarine walks the ruins of her past, searching for survivors, secrets, and signs of the New Jedi Order's fate.





Tags: Tarw Rhyfelwr Alexandra Feanor

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Coruscant
Appearance: Rogue Soldier
Outfit: Armoured
Equipment: heavy pistol, beskad
Tags: Katarine Ryiah | Alexandra Feanor

Imperial flags rained over the former capital jewel that was Tarw's home.

People were afraid. Soldiers stormed the streets. Curfews. Oppression. Propaganda spread over the streets. False statements of a new liberty being introduced while civil rights were being stripped away. Tarw had fled Coruscant after the Galactic Alliance's loss but returning, he saw every sign that the Hidden Path's movement, their goals were so very necessary. The need to fight was ever more prominent in Tarw's mind. Seeing the corruption of everything he grew up, seeing it twisted down a path of oppression... Tarw could have wept. Instead he locked the emotions in and held onto the fury that burned inside him.

Rebellion would be aggressive, relentless and he would die to ensure this empire was permanently ended. There would be no peace in the Galactic Empire.

The Galactic Empire was turning the NJO temple into an imperial throne. It was a twist in the gut move from the empire but Tarw knew one thing, Jedi out in the galaxy needed to be warned. They needed to be informed that Coruscant was no longer safe. That the temple was no longer a place to seek refuge and understanding. It was being used as a demonstration of a small person's desperate ego to be caressed. That was all Tarw could see it as himself. An ego boost of someone tiny and hateful.

He carried a message, one he recorded himself that he could hide at the former temple. Leave it hidden, sending a signal to the Jedi out in the galaxy. He just needed to get inside and find the best place to leave it. Tarw saw it as a suicidal attempt of a mission since any imperial detection and he would be hunted down and he would be stopped. And there was no way he would be staying in an imperial prison for the rest of his life.

As Tarw walked forward, he didn't have his classic cannon with him since that would have been too obvious but he still had his beskad and pistol, a brown leather jacket over his armour and looking around, hoping to avoid attention best he could. Which was never going to be easy since imperial forces felt forever present. As he walked, Tarw spotted a Jedi, he blinked, making sure that was the figure he was seeing standing there. Tarw then looked around and made his way over. It wasn't the attire, or anything in how she held herself, but Tarw could just sense a Force Sensitive presence, even with his connection to it being cut off for the most part.

"It isn't safe here, not with the work being done here to turn the temple into a palace." Tarw whispered as he walked past Katarine, not appearing to linger too long.