Wolves on Lothal

[Ricochet]

Open Space (outside Lothal system)

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Captain Ricochet stared out from one of the starboard observatory balconies that lined the side hull of the Retribution Class First Order Star Destroyer Vindicator. Her geometric and sleek white captain's First Order Stormtrooper armor was reflected in the transparasteel windows. Behind her, a naval officer clad in a grey high collared tunic marched up behind her in double quick time.

"M'am." he called out. Ricochet turned her head slightly so that the dim glow of her red robotic left eye beamed down at him.

"Report PO." She began. The petty officer nodded, "Shuttles for deployment are prepped and ready Mam. The Ren have assembled in their hangar bays and are prepared to depart on their own prerogative."

This time Ricochet full turned around and strode past the PO to close the distance between her and the exit blast doors found at the other side of the wide balcony. "Good. Have the Rear-Admiral begin our hyperspace jump to Lothal System. However, make it clear that we don't jump too directly to Lothal. Keep to a safe distance. The Supreme Commander has ordered us to keep a low-profile on our arrival to that world."

"Yes Mam." The PO replied before being dismissed. As Ricochet stepped into the repulsorlift and commanded it to descend to the forward prow hangars her military smile decayed to a personal and aggressive frown. Force-users. Once again she was commanded to aid them in their pointless search for religious relics. Dead zealots for a dead religion. If it was up to her she would have just blasted the relics from orbit. What use did she and the Order have for Force relics. But, then again the Ren were more attune to Imperial rule than some code. Furthermore, they would be useful to fight the other dead cult worshipers in the galaxy, the Sith...and the Jedi.

Ricochet's armored glove curled into a fist. She looked down at it. Her left arm was also robotic. Ripped apart during her time in the Sith Army, torn when she was flung into the vicinity of an explosion by a Jedi Knight. She hated the force and she hated the fools who propped its dead ways. Her eyes rose to meet the number that the lift had stopped on. The door opened and she marched out to meet her 501st, known as the brutal Kalast's Fist. Walking to her company and the shuttle they would use, she motioned forth for another focus of her prejudice, the xenos who had been assigned to her unit. Perhaps the more politically correct term was Alien -but to her they were all xenos and a lesser species. But, alas a loyal xenos is better than any xenos she supposed.

"Xenos! Report!" Ricochet called out to [member="Silas Khras"] by the derogatory term. As she did so, the loud hum of the hyperdrive kicking into high gear echoed throughout the ship as the Vindicator made its jump to near-Lothal positions.


[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Milo Ren"] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Sibar Laval"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Another call to arms, another day in the life of one serving the First Order. The journey so far had been important in putting their name on the galactic map, and soon they would rise to be something great and powerful; an Order to brush away the cobwebs of the past and usher in a new sense of justice and control to a galaxy spiralling out of control, pulled between two teams. Jedi and Sith.

It was soon going to be time for the ones in the middle to cut the ties and let them both fall while the default victor rose.

As the chime sounded to the turbolift, Kyle Amedis turned his head to see another trooper and an officer, and already barking out orders. He glanced around with a few others, but there was nothing of urgency to who she was.

With his helmet on the side of the bay they were in, his E11 mounted below it, he was ready to take it up when he learnt where they were going and what they were doing. His white armour, a few knicks in the chest plate and scorch marks on the thigh, all trophies of war, still shone in the light. His dark eyes glanced over the trooper and he minded his own business while she barked at the poor soul to hurry by her side.

Funny, he hadn’t seen many female officers around bar Commander Temin. First time for everything.

@Ricochet| [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Milo Ren"] | [member="Greifen Ren"] | [member="Sibar Laval"]

 

[Krayn]

LOTHAL SYSTEM

The Retribution-Class Star Destroyer known as the Vindictor had come to rest outside of the planets immediate area shortly after departing Hyperspace. Rear-Admiral Kliken had seen to it that the drop was far enough away to keep the immediate arrival of the First Order ship hidden to whoever might be on the planet, a precaution at the best but one that was standard for a scouting mission such as this.

“Sir.” Kliken turned slightly on his heal as he faced the younger officer next to him, stark differences in the uniforms of the pair showing both experience and rank yet one did not need to go any further than the worn and scarred skin of Rear-Admiral Kilken to understand he meant business. “We have released as commanded and we have the five-oh-first already preparing for departure.”

“Very good Lieutenant.” Kilken replied before regarding the man he himself was shadowing before taking a small moment to address his own stance. “My Lord, we have the troops ready to disembark, I have also taken the liberty to have your personal shuttle prepared and ready to launch.”

He was met by a hooded face turned in his direction. A helmeted visage taking in the Rear-Admiral for a second before a nod was offered. “You know your orders Rear-Admiral.” The voice of the Knight was deepened and distorted by the voice modulator within his helmet. Yet somehow it added to the image of the ambassador to the Supreme Leader who was stood upon the Star Destroyers bridge. “This is the place. I can—“ He seemed to pause, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. “—feel it.”

“We will continue to circle the system at this vector My Lord.” Kilken added. “Should you need any additional support we will be on immediate standby.”

The Ren said nothing instead turning and moving down the bridge several eyes from the command pits below watching him with a held breath.

“You underestimate the White Wolves Rear-Admiral.” The helmeted voice replied. “If any one shall be requesting for help it will be your job to assure they don’t arrive.”

“Ah, yes. Of course My Lord.”
A sweep of his cloak and the Knight was gone leaving the Rear-Admiral to turn back to the scene portrayed before him in the viewport. “All stations, carry on as directed.”

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kyle Amedis"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Milo Ren"] | [member="Greifen Ren"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member=Ricochet]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Deliberate foot falls echoed as Jaron's booted feet walked the platform to where [member="Belis Ren"] was standing. The man had not asked Jaron to be his disciple, nor had Jaron formally asked Belis to be his teacher, but Jaron followed regardless. The other Ren seemed overly religious in their practice of the dark side, and Jaron was not one to commit to such a fanatical view of devotion. He was more level headed, and knew there was not one force user meant to be worshiped. Perhpas they were useful to turn into legends, but worshipped, never. Perhaps it was the bit of Jedi training still in him, but Jaron still believed the force was the great equializer. Everyone was the same in the force.

Jaron's dark robes were custom to his liking. Black pants fit into his black boots. A belt was fastened around his waist which carried his twin lightsabers, and his black top was sleeveless. A red neck and chest plate was fixed on top of the black sleeveless shirt, and his hooded cape covered the rest. Jaron was also masked, something he had begun to do when not in the privacy of his own quarters, or around those who already knew his face. The public did not need to know.

"This planet... something about it calls to me," his modulated voice sounded behind the knight he had approached. "Is there something of value for us to uncover here?"

Jaron let the question float in the air before saying what he had intended to say when he approached.

"The Prime Shadow is ready, m'lord."

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kyle Amedis"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Milo Ren"] | [member="Greifen Ren"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member=Ricochet]​

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Barren plains of Lothal
Objective: Build new facilities/Prepare for the bruising that will be the first orders asses.
Allies: The mixed bag of people who aren't up to imperialism also [member="Keira Ticon"]

Jedi, Sith, Imperials, none of that really mattered. The only thing that mattered in the galaxy were credits, those shiny little disks that served as an agreed upon form of credit in which to purchase goods and services. That was what held the galaxy together, from the lowliest mercenary troop to the mightiest galactic empire everyone needed credits. Patricia had vast amounts of them, from her corporation to her auctions, billions upon billions, but the thing with credits was you could never have enough.

"So Keira, how's the clone army treating you?" Patricia said to her friend as she sat across from her.

A small foldable table was laid out between the two and atop it was of course the stuff Patricia was all about, was it credits? Nope! It was junk food and booze. Various fried delights from crab cakes to fries were on the table placed out next to a few long neck bottles of various ales. A decent meal for the two women who had certain things to discuss. Spaarti was looking to expand, they had established themselves on Yuuzhan'tar, Oberon, Cartao, and now they were setting up shop on Lothal.

Behind the two of them a large facility's bare bones and frame was being set up and rafters were everywhere. Robotic workers from LOOM were working non stop for another cloning facility to be built, and of course the surrounding area had a strike company of clone soldiers guarding Spaarti's interests on the planet itself.

"Anyways Spaarti has been expanding in the outer rim and wild space and I want us to go back to the place you and I once called home. Now that old blue boy and orange face are out of the way I say we go take what is rightfully ours." Patricia said to her friend as she took a sip of her beer.

 

[Silas]

Location: Retribution Star Destroyer, Vindicator
Goal:
. Follow Commander Ricochet
. Explore Lothal for useful equipment
Allies: First Order, Commander Ricochet
Enemies: Any openly hostile Person

Xenos, a hateful word. One that Silas hated but not by the most, no he hated those who used the force. It did disgust him that his commanding officer was calling him a Xenos but it was a minor annoyance to Silas. Yes, it did spark hate through his crimson eyes and caused him to tighten up his hands into fists but not in anger, no...but in envy. For Silas wanted to prove to Ricochet that he could be more than just a loyal xenos, he could be something more.

At the call of Xenos and Report, Silas from a segment of organized soldiers and onto the ride side of [member="Ricochet"] as he planted his arms behind his back. His crimson serpentine eyes were hidden under the black visor implanted into the white helmet of his which didn't see any damage as of yet due to recently joining the order. This was his first actual field mission which excited him, but he couldn't focus on the pleasant feeling of being out in the field. No, he had to focus on the task at hand. A black sniper rifle with a few custom attachments was strapped to his back neatly while at his thighs, were dual blasters, each separate blaster upon one white armored thigh.

Silas's voice sounded as it typically did, full of a sternness for military yet with a hidden pang of venom in it, the venom of envy. Silas responded to Ricochet in a few simple words, "Yes, commander. Navigation systems for the dropship are online as requested."

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kyle Amedis"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Milo Ren"] | [member="Greifen Ren"] | [member="Sibar Laval"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Plains of Lothal
Objective: Build new facilities/prepare for the assault
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Braith Achlys"]
Enemies: [member="Ricochet"], [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="Milo Ren"], [member="Greifen Ren"], [member="Sibar Laval"], [member="Silas Khras"]

Unlike her businesswoman counterpart, Keira was far from focused on credits. They were a benefit when times called, and more useful for bribing others than anything, but ultimately they weren't what was important. What mattered were the greater threats in the galaxy, being the Sith and their ilk. Such was the reason a company of clones had accompanied the pair to Lothal in the first place, in the more than likely scenario that someone would get the bright idea to attack the planet. "They've all been great. It's just been slow lately." Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. "After Contruum I think we all need something to pick us up. A victory, or something to raise morale."

Reaching across the table she poured herself a glass of whiskey, sipping at it as conversation was made. A slow grin spread across her face, and she traced the rim of the tumbler she held with a finger, her mind taking her back to what life on Antecedent had been like. It would be nice to return some facet of familiarity to her life, even if it really was a minute fraction at best. "The Dragon Palace, huh? It's been years since I've so much as thought about that place." Funny, then, how easily she recalled each and every last detail. "I'm assuming you have plans for it. Did you want to open up another criminal enterprise, or put up another front like we used to with the Ravens?" Those roots would be nice to return to. "I wouldn't mind going back."

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Barren plains of Lothal
Objective: Build new facilities/Prepare for the bruising that will be the first orders asses.
Allies: The mixed bag of people who aren't up to imperialism also [member="Keira Ticon"]

"I was thinking we could dust the old girl off, maybe make it a legitimate business. Peddling drugs and smuggling weapons is beneath us now Keira, it's chump change compared to what we own and control now." Patricia said as she gestured over to the clones.

"Look at them, loyal, precise, deadly, they have every quality of a perfect soldier and the galaxy wants more of them. We need to expand, and in order to do that we need more sources of revenue. The Dragon Palace can give us that, plus if we return in force we won't need to set up an new enterprise. We can take a percentage from existing ones." The woman stated as she popped a little fried crab cake into her mouth.

After chewing and swallowing the woman sat back in her chair underneath the umbrella and sighed as she took another sip of her expensive ale. Spaarti had plenty of business enterprises through the galaxy, from selling bio tech from the Yuuzhan Vong to letting ZP Tobacco grow crops on Oberon, not everything was cloning with Spaarti.

"I think the best play would to be to set up on Antecedent then skim ten percent off of the top from existing criminals, you know, or we'll kill them or something." She said casually as she continued to eat her lunch.

"Then again we could always just replace their leaders with clones, or biochip them, whatever's easier." She said as she took a sip from her bottle.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Location: Lothal City
Allies: Jedi and Co
Enemies: First Order

Lothal was a strange world. He'd discovered that the drifter subclass of the planet was referred to as Loth Rats due to the creature of the same name. It was curious indeed, but then Barrien had never really known a lot about strange cities and such. In fact, he found the city quite odd. It reeked of despair and loathing, and he was certain that he saw several dead bodies lying in a gutter, though one had eventually moved and he figured they might just be drunk.

Why was he on Lothal? He was helping look for the Temple.

They knew it was there, but they didn't know where. It was expertly hidden for a reason. As such, Barrien was doing what he knew to do, which was explore the city in search of information. Perhaps someone here would know something, or know where he could find what he was looking for.

For now he walked the street alone, having broken away from his Master to search on his own. It was a training exercise of sorts for him. A test to see if he could handle himself on a strange world and still, potentially, produce results. He didn't mind. It was quite nice to walk around and explore. Even if he did stick out like a sore thumb in his reddish-orange garb that included pauldrons and bracers. Not to mention the helm tucked under his arm, the shield attached to one wrist, and the lance on his back. Nevermind his other two sabers. He just looked odd.

Still, he walked. Barrien Siegfried, Baron of House Siegfried, did not care what people thought of him, as long as he did what he came to do.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Lothal Spaceport
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], Light siders
Enemies: [member="Ricochet"], [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="Milo Ren"], [member="Greifen Ren"], [member="Sibar Laval"], [member="Silas Khras"]

Chevu Visz, Galactic Alliance Knight, wasn't quite sure exactly where she fit in these days. The Mirialan joined the Alliance in order to be a Marshal in their New Jedi Order, but after losing her rank due to grievous errors in judgement which involved a certain Sith Lord, she hadn't quite reconciled herself with the Jedi tenets yet. Instead, she'd gone in the opposite direction, drifting further away from the more traditional teachings, and picking up bits and pieces from different traditions, both old and new. Chevu was inexorably evolving into more of a fringe Force user, taking techniques from sects such as the Zeison Sha and fusing them with what she already knew, along with what Coren Starchaser taught her. She was becoming a mashup of some kind of rogue space mage. Was it the right path for her? Force only knew, but it was working.

Lothal was quite a jump from Sullust, but Chevu heard through the galactic grapevine that there was rumored to be a former Jedi Temple on the planet. She suspected the Jedi Order would be taking an interest in it, and well, she wanted to see how the other half lived. There by the grace of the Force go I.

What were the Republic Jedi like these days? Were they licking their wounds from losing so much territory to the Sith? The green alien girl hadn't much exposure to them beyond Holocalls from the Raaf sisters when they'd captured that one Sith Lord who was still rotting away in a detention cell. Chevu was more curious about them than she'd readily admit.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Space Port
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] and the collective of TeamLightSide
Enemies: Team Empire.

Starchaser didn’t quite care for the Jedi, this was true. What he did care for was anyone who was fighting on his side, on the side against evil. What he was here to do was represent the GADF in an effort to start working with the Jedi Order, and if they’d have the Alliance, the Republic. But most importantly? Most importantly this trip was very simple.

Revenge.

Revenge for Eriadu. The Alliance had been watching the Imperium and First Order since their own collision course, and from that, were plotting trips and the best places to make a statement. He was here because it was the right thing to do, his methods might be harsh, but he was going to get results against, at least, a mess of NPCs, regardless of what he could do to PCs.

Lothal wasn’t quite Sullust, but it wasn’t bad. Stepping out from the ship, he looked over at his apprentice and smiled. “The Supreme Commander is sayin' we've got targets nearby. So we better get searching.” He wasn’t a part of the Jedi, but it was probably a safe bet that some NPC GA Jedi were with them, looking to meet with [member="Corvus Raaf"] and her team.

But Chevu and Coren, they had dates with the First Order, and probably the Knights of Ren. He preferred action anyway.

Just normally in space. Starhawk armor, Power Nine and his lightsaber, that was what he had with him, plus his exotic use of the Force. They’d be fine.

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

Location: Lothal, tagging along behind Baron Barrien (you only think you're alone. Mwahaha!)
Objective: Earn brownie points with the Jedi Order and Co., in case they find out about the bill for the 100 Gullipuds, and maybe scare the Baron guy
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Corvus Raaf"] (found my opening!), [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Braith Achlys"], [member="Barrien Siegfried"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Ricochet "], [member="Kyle Amedis"], [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member=Milo Ren"], [member="Greifen Ren"], [member="Sibar Laval"], [member="Silas Khras"]

That Padawan might have thought he was alone, but in truth I was trying to put my limited amount of Shadow Training into effect and trail him. Was it because he was a person of interest? Was it because he was suspicious looking? Was it because he was a fuddy duddy who thought he could get away with wandering off while I was stuck trying to be good? No, no, and....maybe. Alright, that last one was rather accurate, but the real truth was rather simple: I was bored and didn't want to wait around for a Cheesehead (as I now decided to secretly call the higher-ranking Jedi) to tell me what to do. I mean, come on: we were looking for a temple, and temples were big. So how hard could it really be?

Thus, I found myself stalking quietly behind the Padawan, trying to keep to myself as much as possible. But with a personality as outgoing and lovable as mine, it was no easy task, trust me. At least the urban jungle was my natural terrain, if not my home terrain.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Lothal was like many planets in the Outer Rim Territories. It was sadly was in a state of economic disrepair having been historically exploited by the Empire.

There were few options for young citizens on the planet, apart from working at the capital's factory, building ships. What were once self-sufficient farming communities gradually became usurped as farmers were dislocated from their lands by the mining companies who occasionally found valuable deposits under local land.

And as the land was pillaged, so the skies were polluted by the factories that also filled their waterways. The meddling even disrupted the planet's varied weather, which once brought natural wonders such as thunderheads rolling over its mountains and the sound of the wind. Even those who only knew too the history of things came to miss things such as the smell of jogan blossoms on the breeze, as the orchards where the fruits grew disappeared centuries ago.

And so Corvus stood in a field outside Old Jho's Pit Stop, a remote repair facility where she’d landed her Jedi Corvette, Raven. A few mechanics wandered around the yard, but she hadn’t landed for maintenance on her ship. The pit stop's main attraction was a cantina where Old Jho served drinks. Nowhere else on Lothal could you enjoy refreshments while your vehicle's power converters were being changed.

Here, some Jedi, had gone inside the cantina. In a way, Corvus wished she could've joined them. To sip an ice-cold fizzy that she could enjoy with Braith in a dark corner away from everyone else.

But she was here for a far more practical reason.

Years ago there were around ten thousand Jedi Knights defending the galaxy. They had small outposts, temples, spread throughout the stars. One by one the Empire, or more recently the One Sith sought out these temples and destroyed many of them — but not all.

There was one on this planet — she knew it. All those assembled here knew it. All they lacked was the precise location. And so, for what felt like the umpteenth time in the past week, Corvus connected to the Force.

She felt it in the birds around her ship. She felt it in the blades of grass growing below her feet. She even felt it in the occasional mound that interrupted the plains. One large stone stood out, like a strange artefact from another age. Stranger still was when the Force took her mind inside, as if solid rock was nothing. She found herself in a chamber that narrowed into a tunnel, where at its end blazed a bright, bright star.

She opened her eyes. The Jedi temple was definitely there, on Lothal. She didn't know the coordinates, but her sense of it was so strong she would be able to fly there, she just knew it.

And so she beamed at Braith, but almost immediately her face clouded. Her connection to the Force was not dropped and she sensed something else. Something far more foreboding. Trouble. And lots of it.

[member="Braith Achlys"] - [member="Roshki Belawiiks"] - [member="Coren Starchaser"] - [member="Chevu Visz"] - [member="Barrien Siegfried"] - [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] - [member="Keira Ticon"] - [member="Silas Khras"] - [member="Silas Khras"] - [member="Jaron Lesan"] - [member="Belis Ren"] - [member="Kyle Amedis"] - [member="Ricochet "]- [member="Taeli Raaf"] - [member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Ricochet]

Hangar of Vindicator

Ricochet nodded to Silas. "Good. Fall in then." she said dismissing him. She then turned to a grim looking older man with shaven sides and a grey tuft of solitary hair atop his head in a stark military cut. She motioned him close and he obliged in a imposing strut.

"Yes Mam!" he said in a salute. Ricochet cracked a grin and waved him to be at ease. "Ripper." she addressed the heavy gunner trooper with his callsign, "Bring the men to attention. Let's get this over with."

"Understood." Ripper replied before turning around to bellow at the rest of the at ease 501st. "WHITE WOLVES....ATTEN-TION!" The group rose up and filed in forming voluminous rows of rigid and at attention stormtroopers. Ripper turned in a pivot and clasped his hands behind his back. "They're all yours captain."

Ricochet stepped froward and with her gloved fist she addressed her 501st White Wolves. "The Supreme Commander has decreed that we assist the Ren in their scouting mission on Lothal. Our express orders are that no one is to be aware of our presence. And as such I will tell you now that any zone we enter is immediately declared - hot. And all life encountered considered - hostile. Do you understand five hundred-first?"

"Yes Mam!" The unit barked back in unison.

"And what is your protocol upon contact?" she hissed.

"Kill on sight!...Mam!" The wolves howled. Ricochet smiled with a short micro flinch of her lips.

"Very Well." Ricochet laughed. Then she mimicked her troops' rigidity in posture and flung her closed fist out in a horizontal salute. "Hail to the Order!"

"Hail to the First!" ​The White Wolves cried back in a similar salute gesture.

The group then disintegrated from their formation and collected their materials and boarded the shuttles. Three shuttles were primed with White Wolves and members of the 3rd Eraidu Legions. Ricochet put her helmet on and activating the internal comms contacted the lead for the Ren, [member="Belis Ren"].

"Commander Belis, this is Ricochet." Ricochet called out, opting to not use the title of 'my lord'. "White Wolves and 3rd are moving out to establish a LZ, you may follow us when ready."

Afterwards she shut her link and moved to take her seat in the transport. The loud cry of the activated engines consumed the space in the shuttle's hold. The repulsorlift activated the shuttles departed the hangar's borders and blasted forward into space. The shuttles took some time to reach Lothal as the Vindicator, following orders had exited hyperspace a few auronauts outside of the immediate traffic space of Lothal.

On Lothal, Open Savanna

Approaching from the darkside of the planet the shuttles touched down on an open savanna and quickly the White Wolves and 3rd poured out establishing a defensive perimeter. They flocked forward into parallel columns with front groups kneeling with sights up and barrels tipped forward. Another trooper ran out and threw a small surveillance orb into the air. It floated to a high perch and scanned the area.

Down below the scanned terrain revealed bumps and areas of interest to the operator of the surveillance orb. Projected in a holographic glow above a hand held projection device he turned to face Ricochet who had departed first and was watching the kneeling defensive stormtroopers.

"All clear Mam. Visual scans negative." The surveillance trooper called out. Ricochet acknowledged with a flick of her fingers. Striding forward she re-organized her troops. Several groups of 5 Columns, at the front and back heavy gunners with their heavy repeater machine blasters while sharpshooters and squad leaders commanded the flanks and mid-columns.

"Corporal, relay those scans to Commander [member="Belis Ren"], keep your orb up there. I want constant scan feed back." Ricochet called out in an immediate command. "Wolves and Third, move out!"

The moving torrent of white armor appeared like a blizzard in the savanna, a moving single organism that pounded out a brutal melody of marching boots. The First Order's most brutal legion had made landfall. And those unfortunate to cross their path would find it too late to rectify their errors.


[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kyle Amedis"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Milo Ren"] [member="Greifen Ren"] [member="Silas Khras"] [member="Belis Ren"] [member="[/SIZE][SIZE=10px]Roshki Belawiiks"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"]

 

[EmKay]

LOTHAL
OBJECTIVE: ELIMINATE FIRST ORDER PRESENCE
LOCATION: JUST OUTSIDE LOTHAL CITY
ENEMIES: THE FIRST ORDER
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE

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The FRS-Night Avril sat motionless in the plain, a modest distance away from the highway that fed out of Lothal City. From within it came a man wearing full duraplast armour, shaped roughly in similarity to Mandalorian armour with a few twists. It was a prototype design that Tachon Zur-Ksi was working on, and for now was merely plate to protect him from getting hurt. It took some adjusting, but he was now free to move. His only obstacle was getting a feel for the weight. He threw a hooded cloak over his armour and ducked his head. It concealed his various weapons from sight, and masked his armour at first glance. He may not have known much of anything about the Force, but he was more than capable without it. He moved forward from his position and toward the City. He had a mission, time to make good on completing it.

He was not there for Eriadu. He had not been wholly invested in the Alliance at that point. He heard about the slaughter of innocents, though, and while Tachon was far from perfect or righteous, he did what he could to keep innocent lives out of the cross-fire. He was questionable, but he was not evil. These dogs of the First Order had proven themselves evil. There was no purpose, utilitarian or otherwise, to provoke that kind of slaughter. More and more, Zur-Ksi could understand the cause of the Galactic Alliance. It wasn't about self-righteousness or being the interstellar good-guy. It was about justice, and eliminating menaces to all society. It was about peace and order. That was something the Iridonian could get behind.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Plains of Lothal
Objective: Build new facilities/prepare for assault
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], Jedi and co.
Enemies: [member="Ricochet"], White Wolves and co.

"We'll just do what we did with the Ravens." In her mind that really did explain everything. "Threaten them. It'll be easier than it was back then, now that we have an army to back us up. They respond best when the only other option is a bullet between the eyes. And that's something I'll deliver personally." And Keira meant every word. That was the normality she knew and had known for years, that tenuous balance of life and death balanced in the palm of those within the Dragon Palace. To have firm control over some aspect of her life and a place to belong were two facets that had been missing for too long. Because, as strange as it sounded, that criminal syndicate had been her family, the Casino they controlled her home.

For a long moment she watched the clones at work, reminding herself of all that she had found here, attempting to discern some sense of unity among the band of soldiers and finding a small, burgeoning spark. It was nothing like what she had referred to as home previously, but it was getting there. "If we're going to take over, we need to soon. Business is probably more fickle than we remember." A presence would have to be maintained on-world at all times, something the both of them were perfectly aware of. Neither was new to this business by any means. "I'm ready to move in whenever you are. It's about time we get back to what used to be home." She missed it.

 

[TK-2387]

[member="Belis Ren"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Ricochet "][member="Silas Khras"] [member="Sibar Laval"]

Behind Commander Ricochet, mixed in with the others, Sergeant Kara of the 501st Wolves shuffled out of the shuttle on immediate touchdown, her F-11D prepped and sweeping the horizon. So far, things were going smoothly; they had yet to run into anything hostile on the way down, but that would likely change as soon as they begin to move out. She glances about her new unit, having been recently transferred from the 46th Legion to the Wolves, and so far, she was liking it here. They all moved with a professionalism she had not scene back in her old unit, and that was something she admired.

When the white tide of armor moved forward, she smirked to herself as she, yet again, has a chance to prove the dominance of the First Order, and that the Third Legion was the best of the best, the 501st even more so. Her eyes flicker about, and she nearly calls out contact when she spots rustling grass... But its just a damnable Loth Cat. The thing was kinda cute, if not utterly terrified by the marching soldiers. Blinking back to focus, she returns to scanning their surroundings for any hostile movement. Any unknown movement at all, really, since their orders were to shoot on sight if they weren't with the First Order, no exceptions.

 

[Krayn]

The hanger of the Vindicator held not only the rows of TIE-Fighters and troop transports but also the Prime Shadow; the stealth shuttle that had been designed for the Ren and so far consisted of this single prototype that Belis had somehow come to possess as his own.
Next to the docking ramp stood the masked form of Jaron, the Disciple that had under the Supreme Leader’s watchful suggestion been connected with Belis throughout the past months. He was like the Knight, a Jedi before finding the Ren, strong, independent and not as extreme in their belief as the other Ren; traits that allowed him to fall within Belis’ good graces.

“You have felt it too?” Belis remarked through the helmet as he paused next to the other, turning his head slightly in his direction. “I feel this planet wants us to find something, that or—“ He proceeded his next words with caution. “—Something or someone doesn’t want to be found. Be cautious Jaron, this may test even you.” He clasped his open palm onto the Disciples shoulder. “We shall leave and join the Legion on the planet. Hopefully we shall receive some answers.”
Belis led the way up the ramp of the ship and took his place within the cockpit where Lieutenant Tess was already assuring the Prime Shadow was taking off as intended.

The flight down to the planet was uneventful, Belis only interrupting the flight path to relay the coordinantes send by the 501st to his position and before long the stealth ship broke through the clouds of Lothal and lowered itself down onto the grass land beneath where ranks of white armoured Stormtroopers had halted to allow the Ren to join them.

Belis was first down the ramp, his boots creating deep footprints in the dirt beneath them as he made planetfall.
“Captain.” Belis spoke as he approached the Stormtrooper Officer, his voice amplified by the helmets vocal-modulation system. “You have my complete faith in your command, you will find I will not interfere. We have rumours that there is an old site of Jedi importance to the North West of this position, the Supreme Commander wants it evaluated, excavated and destroyed. Any artefacts of use are to be returned to the Vindicator.” He moved alongside the Captain as the column began to march again. “Be warned though Captain, I have felt something here that I have not yet determined as threat or opportunity, do not allow our guard to falter.”

[member="ST-2387 'Patriot'"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] | [member="[/FONT][FONT='Helvetica Neue']Ricochet"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Roshki Belawiiks"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Barrien Siegfried"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Silas Khras"] | [member="Kyle Amedis"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Daska Tess"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

”Eyes open – remember Eriadu.”

Kyle spoke to those beside him as the landing craft door opened for them to move out. He didn’t charge off as some others did, they were usually the ones hunting glory – the ones who shot a few wild blasts into the enemy but were mowed down seconds later.

He walked with his E11, brown eyes peering from behind the black visor on the unmissable white armour that signified the Wolves of the First Order were hunting in a pack. Dozens of them, from various craft, moving out into the darkness with blasters, flamethrowers and rail guns.

Much like Eriadu, Kyle was ready for anything. Where conflict came, ambushes arose – where combat came, the Jedi followed. They would be here to support the futile resistance, much like they had the Knights of the Dark Side; the Knights of Ren. Shrouded in black, concealed in mystery. The First Order operated behind the imposing wearing of helmets and masks to show they were one unified force, not a mismatch of faces, races and sex. The First Order was one, and they would enforce that as one.

Voices crackled inside his helmet, the signal open for all troopers and the command relaying orders to them.

@Ricochet| [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Milo Ren"] | [member="Greifen Ren"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Belis Ren"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Lothal was far away. Mantic stood on his own a bit away from the jedi ship that [member="Corvus Raaf"] had deployed to give many of the Jedi safe transport to their new main base. They hoped to find a safe haven here, a new grand temple for the jedi order.

It was with good intentions it all had started and there was no questioning that the jedi council had been agreeing on this move.

All except Mantic himself. For a brief moment he had taken a seat in the council, their first discussion had been about this move, but he had not agreed and hence he had declined the seat.
His heart was not here and it was something that disturbed him but it could not overshadow his sense of duty to the order and the council decision.

His eyes wandered the site. He had not joined the others in the cantina nor was his place by the Grand Master side. She was far too busy these days and deserved some space. He took notice of [member="Braith Achlys"] who seemingly was a close friend to the grand master, or was there more?
He shook it away. Friendship was a good thing in many occassion. He was however not happy with the Grand Masters decission to go closer to the Galactic Alliance. He believed these people were best to keep at an arms length distance. Having formed a fringe governemnt expanding with explosive effectiveness and led by rouge force users was not something MAntic considered a good thing, not in the larger picture at least.
But he knew his place and kept his mouth shut.

His eyes instead wandered to the skies, he could not help but long for distant and past places. He knew it was not right, nor necessary to attach oneself to it. But now and then even a jedi needed to allow nostalgia.

At this he saw a small dot drawing a thin line in the far off horizon. A brisk wind stroked his cheek. Something was coming....

[member="Ricochet"]