Faction [WSR] Kindle the Flame

[Flame of Rebellion]

Kindle the Flame

Objective One:
Vong Ambush​

The Vong World of Yuuzhantar has long been a hub of slavers, acting as a sanctuary for oppressors looking to lay low, and keep stock hidden from Core World Authorities. With the rise of the Black Sun on the galactic stage, the planet has turned from sanctuary, to black market.

The Wild Space Rebellion has intercepted transmissions of a convoy of slaver ships heading through the Abrion Sector towards the galactic holdings of the Black Sun, escorted by several frigates armed to the teeth. While the mix of alien and vong crew rely on older models, they are considered highly dangerous, as they have been known to shoot anything that might intercept them without warning.

Hit the convoy, and rescue the captive slaves within the freighters being guarded.

Attached Bounty:
Type: Capture/Assassination
Target: Vong Slaver Captain
Reward: 10,000 UC
Affiliation: Wild Space Rebellion
Type: Justice
Condition: Dead or Alive
Difficulty Tier: IV
Vong Captain is in charge of targeted convoy. Which ship he is aboard is unknown at this time, but he is known to be armed and dangerous. Bringing him in alive allows for the full payout. Proof of his death will payout 4,000 UC, upon proof provided to @Kraden Besco

Objective Two:
Return to Rishi​

While two years has passed since the event, The Mandalorian Attack on Rishi still hangs over the planet like a specter of tragedy. It's people still remember the day their family members were lost in needless conflict.

The Dawn of Hope arrives over the world, giving the people a sense of relief for the first time since the attack. Many of the planet's elders have come to meet with whomever should come down to the planet, while Wild Space Rebel troops descend down with supplies and medicine. Meet with the elders, help repair homes, and show the people we are here to protect them.

 

[Giran Thraker]

Having decided to join Jonyna in her new rebellion, Giran was one of the first to board the ships. Uppon reaching the world he rubbed his chin a bit, observnig the sorroundings and the planet's inhabatents. He read up on The Mandalorian Attack on Rishi, and uppon doing so knew that a place like this would likely benifit from a few Jedi showing up. In his mind this would give a sense of ease to the citizens. Wanting to take some slight initiative, he took a seperate smaller ship to land on the planet before the others, just to do some small recon, and once landed onto the world, Giran took his first few steps on the planets surface, taking a soft inhale and exshale of the planets air.

"Right then...lets get a move on" He said, the young man making an effort to try and make a good first impression for this rebellion to the people

 

[Jonyna Si]

Objective Two:
Return to Rishi
TAGS: Open​

The Dawn of Hope sat high in the sky over the jungle world. Jonyna could still see swaths of the forest still slowly healing from the damage that had been done.

Back then, she was just a knight, ignorant of the galaxy she had been unfrozen to. Back then, she didn't have the power to help these people. She could only watch and scratch her claws into her bedframe, as she peered over the news.

Never again. That was her vow as a leader within this new rebellion.

As she boarded the Tenacity, she looked back to see who would follow her. They'd picked up quite a few faces since she had pick out the call to unite under one banner. Some old. Some new. Some tugged at her heartstrings.

But the ship had plenty of room for all of them.

 

[Loomi]

Rishi
Tags: Giran Thraker , Jonyna Si

Epo-1, Lushi​

They'd picked up quite a few faces since she had pick out the call to unite under one banner. Some old. Some new. Some tugged at her heartstrings.

"It's okay, Miss Jonyna," Loomi offered with a warm smile. She was an empath, of course. She was always acutely aware of what others were feeling. "Go be a leader. You can be sappy later, okay?"

The young woman scooped up some supplies and began assisting the first drop of equipment for the Rishii people. Everyone knew what they had gone through under the Mandalorian Enclave, something they hadn't quite bounced back from. Loomi was content to be a warm smile for people who were going through a hard time.

She had grown considerably since being a padawan. Reserved, sure, but she wasn't meek anymore. Loomi was outgoing and eager to do good, confident in herself and her abilities. It only took literally fighting the demons of her past to get there, but she had gotten somewhere. It was more than she ever thought she might be capable of. Now she was ready to put all of that behind her and be productive.

The Godoan had worked for that, hadn't she?

"We should link up with village leaders to get an idea of how many may still need medical attention," the young Knight remarked. "Injuries don't just go away. Sometimes they linger."

And healing was hard when you had no resources to assist you. Some may have been suffering chronic injuries for years after the Enclave came.

 

[Kalic Daws]

Objective 1

Tags: Open

Kalic held tight as the Starcrest left hyperspace. He hadn't been close enough for the meeting, but an attack on Vong and a chance to stretch ion drives. The awkward mix of engine sounds called out. Ok. This would be a fight. A bunch of frigates. That was why he brought some old proton bombs he'd picked up a while back. Now though, it was time to prepare for an attack.

 

[Beskar]

SMOTHER THE FLAME
"Your ideas are laughable. Your rebellion a farce."​

ABRION SECTOR
Portraying "Mangle" of the Yuuzhan Vong

The amphistaff flexed, twisting idly around Mangle’s forearm like a restless serpent, its obsidian scales catching the low light of the command pit. Her other arm rested comfortably near her hip, where the handle of a crude electro-whip coiled like a tail. Both were never far from use.

They had called her “Mangle” in mockery once. A cruel jest among slavers, a nickname meant to shame the scarred Vong female who lashed first and questioned never. The name stuck. Not out of affection, but out of fear. Now it was spoken only in reverence or dread. She didn’t care which.

Today’s run was routine. Another shipment, another slinking crawl through the shadows of Wild Space. The convoy slipped through the Abrion Sector like a needle through flesh, its path invisible to all but the paying client. It should’ve been simple. Quiet. But Mangle knew better than to trust stillness. Stillness was the prelude to betrayal.

A sharp grunt from her helmsman broke the silence. “Signals,” he muttered. “Subtle. Masked. But closing.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Not our buyers?”

“No. Wrong vector and no codes.”

Her nostrils flared with the scent of treachery. Of course someone would come. There was always someone. Some opportunist. Or some would-be liberator.

“Prepare for the Black Cry.” she commanded, voice sharp as the whip at her side.

A low murmur rippled through the bridge crew, followed by action. Commands were relayed. Systems shifted. On her ship, the Blood Price, and likely others in the convoy, power rerouted. Not fully yet, but ready. Should Mangle give the word, life support would be drained from the slave holds, turned to ash in favor of hardened shields or burning engines.

“Let them fight for ash and silence.” she muttered.

The amphistaff hissed, tasting the rising tension in the air. Mangle leaned forward, eyes fixed on the display as she waited for the next shape to drop from hyperspace. Not their prey. Not their victims. Their Enforcers.

Let the opportunists of the hour come.

She would show them why the slavers named her Mangle.

Kalic Daws + Open​

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[Taam Moghul]

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Tag: Kalic Daws Beskar

Elements of the newly formed WSR fleet slid out of hyperspace and quickly latched onto the slave convoy's signal. The intelligence gathered from intercepted messages had proven accurate, placing the rebel fleet within striking distance. While the WSR ships outnumbered the convoy's fighting ships, the preservation of the lives of the slaves required the assault to be calculated and restrained.

Taam stood aboard the bridge of the Vuto-class carrier, watching the sensors light up. The ship's captain nodded to the Militia officer who would lead the marines destined to eventually board the slave vessels. The scarred former GADF major returned the nod and left to make his way to the docking bay where the assualt shuttles awaited.

Orders were given for the figher and bomber sqaudrons to launch. While the larger fleet vessels would engage the slaver frigates, the smaller craft would attack the slave ships, attempting to disable engines and shields so the assualt shuttles could land. Then the tenuous task of incapacitating or eliminating thecrews without endangering the slaves would begin.

The big Cathar knight stood by a moment longer, watching x-wing and y-wing squadrons spill from the carrier. Then, with a large hand clapping the shoulder of the ship's captain, Taam muttered. "May the Force be with you." Before turning and making his way to the docking bay as well.​

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