A Light in the Dark | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Tython

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

The Cleansing of Vahl - Tython

To reach the Tython system, deep in the turbulent Core, requires the New Jedi Order to draw on the Force and assist the navigators of the Galactic Alliance. Tython is an ancient Jedi world, but the Alliance as a whole has interests in the system too. The One Sith used the Tython system as a major fleet staging point. Scouts have confirmed that rogue elements, bereft of leadership, have concealed themselves on the system’s numerous worlds. On Tython itself, the Force is crucially out of balance.

Objective A: Reconnection. The Tython system contains numerous inhabited planets and moons. Intrepid Alliance vessels must make a whirlwind tour, planting secure communications relays and sensor emplacements, while chased or obstructed by rogue Sith forces.

Objective B: Redemption. A valley on Tython was the epicentre of a Sith ritual. Twisted trees and malformed Flesh Raiders surround the valley’s blasted land. A powerful storm covers the valley: the Jedi must approach on foot. At the site of the ritual, it may be possible to begin the healing process.

Objective C: Resurrection. Tython’s moon, Ashla, was once a place of exile and meditation for Je’daii who strayed too far toward the Light Side of the Force. Rather than disturb the ruins of thirty-six thousand years, the Jedi must build a new and symbolic temple.

Objective D: Retribution. Unknown Sith have taken an interest in the Tython system -- or perhaps the Alliance brought them here unknowingly. Identify and foil their plans.




Other Planatary Objectives in the Hex

In the wake of the campaigns at both Atrisia and Bomis Koori IV to contain the fallout of the One Sith, the Galactic Alliance Defense Force is recommitting its efforts to secure the Deep Core and stamp out any remaining organized resistance. When the Sith power structure collapsed it left much of its galactic infrastructure intact and ripe for the taking by the most powerful, leaving the Core far from the beacon of civilization as it has been historically known and much more like an unstable sector of the Outer Rim. Worlds in the process of healing the ravages of Sith occupation are beset by warlords and opportunists, and while the New Jedi Order seeks to reclaim Tython it is up to the rest of the Alliance from their base of operations on Coruscant to restore some semblance of safety and stability to a region still on the precipice.


The Men In the High Castle - Liberation of Anaxes

In the void above Bomis Koori IV, the Alliance defeated the forces of the Vanguard and with it the largest beacon for the servants of the fallen Sith to rally to. But it was not the only beacon, nor was Bomis Koori the only remaining stronghold. On the fortress world of Anaxes what remains of One Sith fleet command now rules their planet with an iron fist and terrorizes nearby star systems in an effort to govern through fear. Led by a Joint Staff Council, much of the region is now under the de facto control of an unstable military junta.

With just enough ships to be able to flex their muscle in the immediate area, the Sith remnant does not pose much of a threat to the Defense Fleet. The real challenge lies in assaulting Anaxes itself. Built to withstand sieges, much of the world's infrastructure is highly resistant to orbital bombardment, and sports an impressive array of planetary defense weaponry both on the surface and in orbit. Not eager to wage another war like the one on Atrisia quite so soon, Alliance FLEETCOM is searching for alternatives. Rumor has it that planet's leadership is much more internally fractured than it presents to the public, and there are whispers of a cult of Dark Side worshipers at the highest levels. If the Joint Staff Council were to be neutralized or exposed, the Defense Fleet could assault in force during the disarray and hopefully take the world relatively bloodlessly.



The Bank Job - Diplomacy at Aargau

Under the nominal "protection" of Anaxes, in reality the Bank of Aargau pays the remnant Sith to more or less leave them alone. Rife with corruption and war profiteers, the Bank projects an image of reform to the public all the while those within the corporatocracy who conspired with the previous regime seek to bleed the coffers dry and then make their private escapes before they are discovered. In the meantime, through coordinated efforts these elements within the Bank have exacerbated diplomatic efforts between Aargau and the Alliance.

As Alliance friendly corporations seek to aggressively expand their enterprises onto the banking world, Rogue Squadron and select members of the Merchant Fleet have been tasked with the highly sensitive and extremely dangerous mission of infiltrating the Bank's main headquarters in New Escrow and retrieving unaltered documentation of the bank's finances. If they are successful, those ultimately responsible will be purged for violating the Third Statute of Aargau: willfully conspiring to defraud, discredit, or deceive the Bank of Aargau. But if caught, not only would it be a diplomatic crisis but those captured would face their own charges of Third Statute violations, the penalty for which is death.



And as always the BYOO.

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OOC:

This dominion is intended to be public and fully open to whomever wants to join in. It is focused more on story and thus it is okay to take your time and fully enjoy it. This is a hex full of lore and will be a great way to build up character development.

For any questions, please contact the faction admins [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Liliane Lancaster"] or [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

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| K L O N I N * I V * S A U D |​

Classification: Razed valley and mountain terrain
Points of Interest:

• The Eye of Vahl ~ The Oracle's Tower
• Pyre of Sacrifice
• Ember of Vahl Citadel
• Sith Temple

H̶͢e ̷͜s͡t͜͏͠i͞r̴̕s͘.̶҉[​

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The hoarse rasp of a voice broke the din.​

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T͎͛͊ͮh͇̹̓ͪͦ̄̓͊͛̀e̐ͦ͋̔͐̿̐ͦ҉̭̭̬̪ ͉͍̞͇̬̹̘͗̿͋̀̑ͯ̏D̼̪̪͉̻̈̇̍ͬa͙̙̼͓̗̠ͦ̉̎̿ͥ͛̇͘ͅr̺̳̟̱̺ͧͤͭ̓́͘͡k̴͓̪͕͔̼͙̯͍̣ͦ͑̀͆ͮ̆͆ͩ ̢̫̼̳̪̯̗̯͑̑͋́L͖̞̖͛̂͐͊ͥ͌͒͘o̶̸̞̠̓͗r̾҉̭ḋ͉̱̳͐̉ͪ͘ ͩ̉̊̽̄̿̎̈͏̵͎ẅ̡̧͔̠̣̘̻͇̠́̇̌̃̈̈o̡̪̣͍͓͚͐̿͗̈́ͮͪ́u͔̗͑̓ͯ̔̚l̽ͥ́ͤ͏̛͏̼d̫̤͙̪ͯ̌̈́́͞ ̯̲̹͙̟̯̹̪̱̎͐́̔͗͒ḩ̺̘̼ͤ̂͝ą̷̥̲̘̬̿ͦ̐̃ͬ̄͒̋v̜͔̰̥͚̹̫̑̒̂͐̾͠͞ė̘̹̳̤̤͜ ̛̤̻̺̥̙͕͎̇͂ͫ͑͌ͩ̅̀͘y̹͔͚̽̄̂͐̚o̡̧͙̓̒̃͊̆ů̈ͨ̽ͧ͑̇͆͏̳̮̞̤͎͚̟̲ ͉͍͖̰͎̺̘͈̻ͥ̌̔̍ͥͩ̾ͬ͜
͇̜̝̣̤͆̆̆͒̀W̵͖̣̠͔̯͙̾̇ͣ̒o̧̟̻̟͕̞̰͚̲̪͋̃͆̏͆̎̄ͪ͜r̥̻̽̃͂s̯͚̖͑̄̌ͫ͌̍͘h̶̝̤̳̘̏̇ͭ̄͂̍̚i̘̣͚̯̠͒͌ͬͭͬ͊̾͌͢p̢̫͔̣̫̺͎̠̔͘ ̖̭͎͙̌̏ͫ̎ͣ͡ḣ̛̟͕ͯ̃̆͊ͦ͜į̼̤̞̘͙̜̈́̍̊͐͞m̳͚͂ͪ̈́̾̆̀͡-̡̨̺̳͔̭̣̮ͩ̾̀̓̒ͤ-͙͖͇ͧ̋͛͆͛́​

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The voice was Isolda’s own, but distorted; the way wind sounded different sieving through misted leaves. Indeed. His very presence tugged at her Force enhanced senses. Already there was a tense charge of energy in the air. A stirring.​

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A reckoning.​

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He ͜wri̷͡th̢ęś.̢ ͘​

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Soft murmurs filled the atrium, floating through the haze of incense and the tang of blood. Words, once, twice, and then her reflection began to shift as if the pool before her had been disturbed. From where glossy eyes would be reflected, twin orbs shone like mirror and into the beyond. Searching. Craving. Eliciting a shudder of remembrance.​

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̸̮̮̟͙̺̻̲̽̃̀̏ͅẂ̞̦͎̮̞̹̟͚͑̎̑̃́o͌ͯ́͟͏̙͔̗͈̖u̧̫̹ͩl͓͋̉̾d̶̛̮̻̪̹̜̻͌ͩ͋̆ͨ͊̈̓ ̤ͫͥͮ̈̃͢ͅẖ̸̹͐aͬ̒̅̅͏́҉̱̺̘v̨̀̿ͮͩ͏͉̠̻̣̟̥͎e̼̤͉̞̮ͧ́ ͍̮̤̟̭̂̈́ͩ̄̿̋ͫy̛̝̣̞̿͆̆ͤ̿ỏ̵̢͚͙̱̩͑ͩ̽̽̽u̹͔̬͍͈̼̟ͣ͊ͫ͒ͬͦ͘ ̴̥̇̂̋͢f̤̘͙̙̯̪͙̙̆̍ͫ́͘ǫ̩̺̤̙ͫͩ̐ͧ͋ͨͪ̕l̢̖̖̯̰̰̈ͤ̾̾̆l̝̘̝̙̞̙͒̓̾̒̅̈ͧ͛̀o̹͎͊ͤ̀̚w̨͔̩̫̠̦͚̣ͧͦ̌̀ ̘͕̜̦̺̖̙̻̬ͪ͊ͮ͞H̍͌ͥ̈ͧͨ͏̗̳i̫̫̜̬͈ͥͦͩ̐̓͑s͓͔͈̤̤̼̼͆̓̊̈́̄̒̄̚ ̉̍̀D̰͇̼̗̯͒́͝i̧̩͓͎̗̘̥͖ͪ̇ͯ̚͟c̵͍̈́̃ͪ̌̆ͨ̽͠͞t̟̪͖̞ͨ̎̎ͤ͞ă͚ͩ́͂͞t̶̙̤͖̤̱̟̬̪͋͑̏̒́͜i͛̓̎̎̔̑̋̚͞͏̹͔͙̲̙̦ͅo̫̮͊ͫͧͯͥ̕͡ͅn̢̨̜͎̟̦̎ṣ̜́͒ͨͩ͢͝​

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͟H̴̀͟e ̨s̛l̵i͞t͝h̸e҉͘͡r͏s̨̕ ̵͠w͢ít̨h̢͘i҉͡ņ ́͟͝m͜y̵̵̨ ̶̧sk̴͟͡i͢n̷͢,̴̡ ̴͘͞c҉͘à͜͜ŗ̴͠v̛͡i̶͘ń͜g̀̕ ͢͝u͟p̵o̶ņ̕ ̷m̵̛y ̵́͞f́͟l͠͞e̵̸s̶̴h̸.̧̧͟​

It was her in the scarlet stained water, but it wasn’t. Then, the Chosen of Vahl tapped a finger against the surface, rippling it, blurring her reflection. She knew what was to come. Felt it with each surge of power. With every blood dripped in sacrifice. From the blood price paid to bring clarity to her dark, twisted soul. It tortured her as it soothed her. It filled her with longing and frustration. From the frustration came anger, and from the anger a sense of bitterness she hid behind her angular, sunken face.​

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̢̳̬͈̬̤͍̥̋̎͒̕r̔̄̈́̐͏̹̜̱̱̘͇a͙ͩͤ̓̚͘t͍͚̗̱̻̼ͨ̃̿̀̇̌h̯̻̀̏ͩ̏̉e̴̛̯̹̱͉͔̻ͧ̎r̨̻̹͖͕̰͉͍͚̾̑͗̓ͣ̎ͧ͡ ̷̤̰͕͑͑̄̓̊̃̓̀t̢̫̯ͨ͒h̨̧̝͙̪̯͋́̐̆a̴̺͎̯͖̠̼ͭͥ͗͋̅ͪ̒͝ņ̤̦̗͍͙ͫͤͧ̆̃̈́͢ ̮̳̗̀̆ͪ̌̈ͨy̬͕͎̥̋̊͢ͅo̮̣ͮ̏͜u̵͖̪̳̅̾͒͜r͇͚̭̰̹͗̉̈ͣ͌̊͛͡ͅ ̜̭̳̣͔̑̉̃ͭ̋ͧ̓̈́͟o̯̥ͣ̈́̂ͤ͑ẁ̵̮̺̘̪̂́̋̎̀̅̌̉n̢̢̖͖̫̮̮͌͟.̺̜̳̣ͧͣͨ͝​

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Then there He was; a dark being of the night.​

A swirl of shadows and mist of a powerful force entity her Force sight could not deny.​

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L̀an͟c͞i̧ng̢̨͞ ̢̀́t̢̢͞h͢r̛͜o͡u̷g̛͟͠ḩ̨ ͠͝b͝one. ͢​

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Echos of the past. Shadows of the Future.​

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L͉͕͍͖͇̼̣̯̩͢͠͠ȩ̵̟͓̙̯̳͚̗̹ͅͅt̨̢̘̬͖͈͉̙̰̗̱͘͘͠ͅ ̴̱̙͚͓̝͍̼̖̹̦͜͞ṯ̡̛͉̫̥̭͕͚̗̟̦͚̥͞͡ͅh̴͇̣̘̜͍̼̼͕͓̦͎͚̥̤̯͚̟͟ͅé̱̩̬̥͈͇͚̩͚̬͙̬̠̭͢ͅm̷̷̵̧̡͈̰̺̗̖̤ ̸̶̷̭̖͕̪̪͖̯̼̗̬̭͍͇͙̦ͅc̡͏͏̵̨̖͉͉͔͉̖̠̳̳̦̻̭͉͉͕͇͓̯ͅó̦̬͈̞͓̳͙̠̯̻̱͇͘̕͝ͅm̵̢̤̗̤̜̞̲̼͚̲͈̱̲̞̬͚͎̼̟͈͟ę̣̞͕͙̪̹͙͚̩͘͟͝ͅ​

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[Liliane]

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"Next destination, Tython," the pilot said, his voice echoing back from the walls of the nearly empty ship. Only he himself and a woman were inside the huge ship now, because that's what the situation was like. No Jedi task force would accompany the Jedi Marshal today. She would be on her own, just like in the olden days. The only difference being the fact that she was backed by a squad of 5th Legion soldiers.

That's the way she liked it, that's the way she could be the best she was. And when it came to the mission of Tython and it's nearby planets, there was no way she would work the way she didn't like to. This time she was going to fully enjoy the process. For once, especially on such an important planet, she had to feel great.

Whatever others would think, she would not let anybody ruin it for her.

"Good," the woman said. She walked up to the man, looked outside the window at the space all around them. And there it was - Tython, the planet of the Jedi, the planet of the Je'daii, and the planet of peace. For too long had it belonged to the Sith. Now came the day to return it to the right hands.

Liliane took a seat next to the pilot who then turned towards her, looked deep in her corrupt yellow eyes, and then nodded. "Near the valley, right?"

"Correct," the Jedi Marshal said, her right hand twiddling the Medallion of Darrick's Legacy that was hanging around her neck. She would have to hide it below her jacket, but the aura of the Dark Side which surrounded the Sith artefact could too easily be detected by a Jedi. Yet she would not be working alongside Jedi that day.

That day was going to be different. Secret operations demanded unique methods. Methods which some might have damned.

"Today we will succeed."

| [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Marcus Collier"] |​

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Retribution
Location: Coruscant -> Tython
Allies: Rogue Squadron, GA and friends
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 1/38

"There is a reason why we are having this briefing today before we depart: the Alliance High Command has launched this operation aimed at recapturing I am responsible for the naval part of Tython. Anaxes and Aargau are under other people's purview"

"After the debacle of Kaeshana, and the Alliance High Command nixing a plan to intervene on Midvinter against the Sith Order, I'd better hope that Tython is the reason for us not to intervene on Midvinter" Carmen commented.

"I have actually little responsibility over our defeat on Kaeshana. The responsible parties hung Therapy Command out to dry even when I managed to hold Cyrus Tregessar' personal command to a close battle - and that guy is one of the most frightening commanders in the First Order naval chain of command. The Rogue One Sith fleet is commanded by Grand Admiral [member="Alina Sar'theron"], and we should also expect enemy reinforcements from Omarest Croscal or Thaddeus Krell"

"If I may, these were the Sith naval commanders on Midvinter, and their respective flagships narrowly avoided destruction there: Sith military doctrine never made much of a deal of naval combat" Tanith countered.

"One should not make the mistake of underestimating enemies: the forward force will comprise about 6000m, and the main battle fleet shall stay behind until called for. Then again, the One Sith, rogue or not, never made an effective use of attack craft. Once the vanguard arrives in system, it will head for Kalimahr, where it will distract the enemy fleet for a time until the main battle fleet comes over Tython proper. May the Force be with us"

After several months of repairs, the main two heavy units of Therapy Command have been brought back to operational status: the Excubitor and the Hero of Coruscant. However, the Excubitor is to stay behind and there was no Trimaran-class ship in the Core Fleet that could be transferred to Therapy Command just yet. And yet Tanith reported that said battlecruisers used up all their hangar space for dropships: the rest of the Sith fleet had to make do with maneuverable but under-protected TIE/LN or TIE/IN fighters, and possibly a few TIE/sa bombers thrown in for good measure. It's painfully obvious by now that even [member="Arisa Yune"], who has limited experience of naval command up to this point, was able to win against the Sith navy. It was estimated that the enemy would need 2-3 squadrons of TIE fighters (assuming non-Graug pilots; Graug would inflate that figure to as high as 4-6 squadrons) to defeat the average GA squadron, given their substandard training and equipment. And, of course, Cathul would be in command of the vanguard, deep within the Hero of Coruscant, where the CIC would be nestled.

"Vanguard units, set course for Kalimahr and jump to hyperspace on my mark! Oh and load heavy concussion missiles on all D-Wings and the upper hardpoints of the K-Wings, two heavy Deathballs on each K-Wing: these motherkarkers count for 4 bombs for safety purposes"

"Roger, roger"

Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier)
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer)
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser)
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser)
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

120 B/E-3 B-Wings
30 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
50 D-Wings

 

[Zef Halo]

Tython System
Objective A
Reconnection
Post I

"We've got our brief. You know what to do." Agenor finalized their short brief. The less than a dozen crew of the Argo, a 77 long gunship, nodded at their captain acknowledging all that he had said.

They had gathered at the briefing room at the center of the ship, a holoprojection in the middle of the crew drew the Tython system's space. A detailed projection of various cosmic objects from the planet to the moons to the asteroids and debris. A twisting line marked their route where the Argo had to escort smaller vessels in their mission to set up relay and communication stations. The Argo itself had been loaded with a couple as well. The money for this mission was good and Agenor looked forward to getting it done.

"Exiting hyperspace in 2 minutes." Captain Dyre stated looking at his datapad and turning off the holoprojections. "All hands on their stations. Buckle up. Let's do this."

/ooc: open to any naval jockeys around.

 

[xAcheron]

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The Jedi want their home back.

That was the gist of their mission here today. After such a long time of being under Sith control Tython was finally going to be liberated. Marcus wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. His entire reasoning for leaving the Mandalorians was he wanted the next war he fought to be for something, but this felt all too similar to the senseless pride-driven slaughter that drove him from his former clan.

Seven men, that was his true focus for this mission. Regardless of victory or failure it was his job to get all seven of these soldiers back home. He looked over the plastoid-clad soldiers who sat silently in the rear of the transport. There was doubt, a great deal of it, how could he blame them? Their enemy was one of the strongest creature's known to inhabit the galaxy. Marcus removed his bucket, setting it down on his seat before letting a sharp whistle erupt from his lips. "Eyes front."

He watched the grouping of black visor's turn towards him silently, their attention now fully focused on their squad leader. "Listen up you Womp rats. We're going in small but we're gonna hit hard. Move fast and keep your eyes peeled. Our mission is to back up the Jedi with whatever she needs, but don't forget to keep an eye out for your brothers...We're in this together so we come back home together. Understand me?"

"Yes sir." The soldiers called out in a unified manner. Marcus exhaled softly before turning out of the transport area. He called back over his shoulder as he drew up the blast door to the cockpit. "Now's the time for your final checks."

The moment he entered the cockpit his eyes fell on [member="Liliane Lancaster"], his commander for the mission. He cleared his throat to gain her attention before speaking. "Ma'am. Whiskey squad's prepped for mission."

The soldier had not actually had a moment to speak to the Jedi. His time had been occupied with checking on the well being of his soldiers and seeing them prepared for departure. After finally taking a good look at her he found himself...disappointed. Jedi always seemed to be so hyped up by the wild stories surrounding them. Especially the one's that were tagged as Masters. What he saw now would have made him chuckle were it not for his military bearing.

Well, she's cute....I guess that's something. He mused before crossing his arms silently, awaiting his commander's response.

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Liliane]

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"Sergeant Collier," Liliane affirmed, turning her head towards the military commander who'd burst into the cockpit. She didn't know who the man really was, besides the name, rank, and the fact that he was in command of a squad in the 5th Legion, which was quite an elite unit separate from the Galactic Alliance Defense Forces -- meaning it was separate from the central rule of the Alliance, just like she herself was that day.

Her yellow eyes, indicating the Dark Side inside her, could have easily frightened a typical member of the Alliance, especially of the GADF. However, she did assume that Marcus had been told about the mission and the way it was going to be accomplished. Liliane, masked as a Darksider, would be backed by the military unit when hunting down the Vahla.

Sounded quite simple.

"Very good. We are about to enter the low atmosphere of Tython and will be on the ground very soon. I am going to assume your soldiers will scout the nearby area for any possible dangers?" she asked. To be honest, she had no idea of what the unit was going to do. The Jedi Marshal and the Sergeant hadn't met before, therefore they had never planned the mission out.

But there was not always need for a plan, especially when it came to Jedi -- they were masters of just winging it.

She couldn't hear what the man was thinking, but she was rather sure her appearance was, just like always, a source of confusion. How could a Master, especially such a high ranking one, be so young?

However, she rarely let these thoughts get into her. Because there was always something more important to do.

| [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Marcus Collier"] |​

 

[xAcheron]

{02}

As the Jedi spoke Marcus realized she, at least, had a capable mindset. Her words were straight to the point and were without stumble. Maybe she isn't as green as she looks... The soldier contemplated before uncrossing his arms, gesturing towards the Commander. "Our primary objective is to back you up. As soon as we land I will mobilize two teams of three for recon. I myself will be watching your back Ma'am."

Marcus would be lying if he said he had ever fought a true Sith before. In his time with the Mandalorians he faced novice apprentice's with little skill. This would be completely different, this time they would be facing a dark lady of the Sith. So for this mission he would defer to the Jedi. He turned back to the transport area but paused in his step. Glancing back to the Jedi he spoke simply yet with some atmosphere of assurance. "I've heard rumors you Jedi are some of the best warriors in the galaxy. Doesn't really matter to me. Today your a member of Whiskey Squad, means your getting out of here alive with the rest of us."

With no more words Marcus returned back to his soldiers, immediately taking his bucket into his hands and placing it over his head. He looked to his squad and slammed a hand on his gauntlet to signify they need to prepare to land. "Get it in gear!" The Sergeant took his blaster rifle into his hands before glancing back to [member="Liliane Lancaster"] in the cockpit. "Good to go, Ma'am!"

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Liliane]

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"And I will do my best to keep you alive," the Jedi Marshal said with a subtle friendly smile on her face. No matter how serious the situation, Liliane was still a true little sunshine inside, meaning she could never be too strict or too cold. Ever after she overcame her depression, her missions were filled with some optimism.

And the same applied this time. She believed in herself, just like she believed in Marcus and how she believed in the Whiskey Squad (what an interesting name it was, she had to note).

After the returned to his soldiers, so did Liliane return to the pilot. "So when we're there, don't wait for us, for your own safety. Get out there to somewhere where you know you'll be away from the battle. Things will get messy. And if we're gonna need your help, we'll let you know."

She smiled to him as well and then patted on his shoulder. "We'll manage."

And so the vessel landed near the target valley on the former Jedi planet of Tython. It felt good to be back where Jedi began. And even though she had personally never visited the world, she could feel the energy -- it was as if the Force was very quietly singing a song of peace and love that was muffled by the Darkness which had taken over the place.

Liliane checked if she had all her weapons and then nodded.

"Let's go."

| [member="Darth Isolda"] | [member="Marcus Collier"] |​

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Retribution
Location: Tython system
Allies: Rogue Squadron, GA and friends [member="Agenor Dyre"]
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 2/38

"Also as a secondary objective, we are protect the communications teams. I want all units at full combat readiness upon arrival in the Tython system"

"Battle meditation: I heard you used it as a stim on other people"

"Carmen, battle meditation is twofold: it is like a Force-EWAR for enemies but the Force-EWAR part of it is effective at any effective combat range, not just at long range like conventional EWAR. The Force-stim part of it acts on the captains of the ships at first"

Carmen was intrigued by just how Cathul was to use battle meditation and still have enough computational power to fight a naval battle; she put in some effort to use that on multiple occasions, even when there are no actual battles to fight. Hopefully she can make battle meditation count by rendering the enemy bridge officers less cohesive one another. The white Twi'lek began to ponder what could Grand Admiral Sar'theron leave behind in the Tython system and whether they could actually fight her. The intelligence is a little sketchy, but in the two years since the Omega War, several units in the Rogue One Sith fleet found new lives among the Sith Order, some of which were destroyed on Midvinter, but what Carmen reported about Midvinter was a little incomplete. What is known is that the Rogue One Sith didn't commit all of its ships on Midvinter. They had one battlecruiser left, one Exalt left, and by all resemblance, a few extra destroyers, but they couldn't know exactly what was stationed in-system until they got there.

"Reversion in two minutes, Therapist Actual"

"Battle stations: all squadrons, stand by for deployment. Battle meditation will be activated once targets are confirmed"

Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier)
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer)
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser)
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser)
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

120 B/E-3 B-Wings
30 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
50 D-Wings

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

The Bank Job
AARGAU

"Ah, Mr. Hade. What a pleasure to see you, hauum."

The scarred, albino Herglic reached out a hand and enveloped the outstretched fingers of a thin, cadaver of a man.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. D'ik."

"Please, call me Mobius," chortled the cetacean in a fathomless voice. He wore an expensive looking bespoke suit. A fashionista might recognize it as Chase.

"Have a seat."

Mobius looked and found, much to his surprise, a chair large enough to hold him. "Well, well, well. It seems I'm not the only one with keen sources, hauum."

"Indeed," said Mr. Hade, not even bothering to hide the note of pride in his tone. "So, why does the CEO of Darkwater Security come knocking to the door of my humble bank?"

"Oh, this and that. It pays to check in from time to time on those who benefit from our services. By the by, how is the security we provide working for you?"

Hade shrugged. "Herglic security guards, polite and intimidating all in one. No issues here. You've been receiving our payments on time?"

"Yes, you have been most timely."

Hade pursed his lips, then leaned forward. "So what is this all about?"

A smile split the width of the Herglic's enormous features. "How much do you know about the Galactic Alliance?"

 

[Jsc]

Redemption
Obj.B.p.1


The gateway into the blighted valley lay just north of his landing site. His long X-Wing recon custom nestled tightly within the green Tython treeline. Alas, a harsh slope and rocky crag it was to find his footing. This was mountainous terrain. A hard place to land a starfighter, that was for sure. Even if the temperature was down-right blissful.

"Okay. Stay with the ship R2. I'll be back in a few hours. You know the drill. I'll call if I need you. Cheers dude."

The droid honked it's approval as Jay adjusted his black fight suit(1). He through his supply sack over his shoulder and tossed his helm's rebreather over his face. Taking a few breaths to make sure it was working. Good. It was working just fine. Come what may, it was one less problem to worry about. He sighed and checked his pistol and lightsabers again too. Again and like always, they were ready too.

"Okay. Here we go. One Sith ritual location? Here we come. Oh boy."

He slapped his helm and began descending the southern valley's rocky slopes. Moving from one tall tree down onto the next. The blighted valley was just north of here. He'd have to pack it in by foot. Frodo style. Ugh. Yeah. Another hike through paradise lost. Man. This was not gonna be fun.

 

[xAcheron]

{03}

Marcus stood quietly, listening to the hum of the ship's engine. With a rapid blink of his eyes his helmet's HUD came to life. Seven small blue dots flickered to life as the other men in his unit activated their own HUD systems. His attention was pulled from him when he saw the rear door to the shuttle slowly open to show the green fields of Tython that they were flying over. They had to be only a few feet from the ground when his hand came off the railing.

The ship finally connected with the ground and Marcus stepped forward, pointing his arm out towards the ramp. "Move it!" He barked, watching as Whiskey squad took to their feet and rushed out of the shuttle. Each soldier moved in sequence that showed the worth of their training. One by one they filed out, surrounding the exterior of the ramp to create an unloading perimeter. Once they had settled into the grass, their weapons trained outwards one of the soldiers turned back to Marcus, holding an open palm into the air to signify the area was clear.

Holding his rifle at a low ready, with the barrel towards the ground, he turned back to [member="Liliane Lancaster"], his black visor falling on the Jedi Master. "Ma'am, it's time to go!" But the Jedi Master had already made her intentions clear, they unloaded the ship and moments later Marcus watched as the shuttle departed from the area. There was a moment of silence as Marcus scanned the area. The part of the valley where they had landed would be a prime area for an ambush, the reason the Sergeant was not keen on sitting still for two long.

"Team one, move out." The Sergeant gestured to the west, immediately three of the soldiers gathered their weapons, sprinting off towards the direction he indicated. As they began their slow job through the valley Marcus watched, until they were over a nearby ridge and no longer in his sight. He kept an eye on their indicators on his HUD, once he was sure they were in position he continued his orders.

"Your turn team two..." This time the second team of three soldiers made their way to the east, following the same pattern of movement as the last. Once again Marcus track their movement until they were out of his sight. With one soldier to his side, scanning the area Marcus turned his attention to the Jedi Master that stood before him. "My boys will recon the surrounding area, make sure we're not running into a trap. I suggest we move on to the target, Ma'am. Let the rest of the squad bring up the rear."

 

[Elmont Block]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEXlWgMOtqc

Post #1

In your early years, the flow of the Force might seem frightening, shocking. Find balance between its light and dark facets, and the flow will become a powerful stillness. Struggle against the Force, and your body rebels; fight with the Force and you have the universe on your side.
– Temple Master Vor’Dana, Stav Kesh, 10,441 TYA

Elmont looked around. The last time he set foot on Tython, he’d found his first Master. His only Master. It was only a short while ago – but their parting made it feel as though it was a lifetime removed.

He’d found a Master belatedly – and now he’d lost him. Or rather the Force called to his Master and he’d answered, off on a mission he may never return from. Elmont bore him no ill will, but the selfish part of him wondered why the Force couldn’t have called on a different Jedi.

So here he stood, as the Alliance looked to turn the planet back to the light. It was like some swing state in a political race, Elmont mused – switching from light to dark at regular intervals. In many ways he saw it as a metaphor for the Force. Sometimes the light had the ascendancy and other times the dark. But balance invariably prevailed and so it was here.

And given his Master had called this home, he intended to visit more of the planet than he’d ever seen before. To see the various old temples and better understand what life was like back in the days of the Je’daii.

Close to the sea on the southern coast of Masara lay the site of the Bodhi Temple. This is where he was now, the start of his journey. It was a sunny day – hopefully a portent of things to come. Tythos blazed above him and the Force bound him and his surroundings together. That was what his old Master used to say.

He sighed and headed for his ship, ready to embark on his journey.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Darth Isolda"], [member="Marcus Collier"], [member="Liliane Lancaster"]

(1)


Like a mechanical bird, the shuttle shot down from the cerulean sky as it dove towards the fields of Tython. Kaida stood as rigid as a statue as she looked down upon the green valley of the Jedi holy world. In aeons past, the Je'daii sect had called it home. Unlike Jedi and Sith, they'd pursued a path of balance, exiling those who strayed too far into the Ashla and the Bogan to distant moons to contemplate their errors. Inevitably, the fragile balance had collapsed and the order faded into obscurity, becoming the stuff of myth. Over time, the Jedi claimed the world for themselves. Then the Sith came and desecrated it. The Force was strong here, but a darkness tainted the world.


Kaida was neither a history buff nor a mystic. Tython held no significance to her. It was a planet like any other. She could get behind killing Sith though. Her own homeworld had fallen under foreign occupation. It was like the stab of an icy knife to the gut, but her soldiers would see nothing of this. Beneath her helmet, her face was a stone-like mask. Phrik armour encased her body like a protective shell.


"Move out. Secure the LZ," she ordered icily as the vessel landed upon the ground. Moving with precision and purpose, the small unit of Angelii filed out of the transport ship, their armour gleaming brightly in the sunlight. Many of them had fought on Kaeshana. Armed with Sarix, Sarzmigar and Firemane designed ranged weapons, they set up perimeter defences. They needed to get a move on soon, lest they risk being ambushed.


Scans had picked up on Galactic Alliance forces and Kaida could see their ship nearby. Her gauntleted fingers found her comm device. "GA forces, this is Seraph Kaida Taldir of the Tygaran Alliance. I've been assigned to assist with the purge." That was the transmission, naturally sent over a secure line. Short, to the point. Her tone was clipped, cold even. This was nothing personal. She was simply a chilly person in general. Seraph was the Eldorai army's equivalent of a major.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Objective B: Redemption.
Location: Far end of Valley from Lilliane's team

[member="Rebel Sunka"] @Teheera Sollo [member="Xena Amonali"] [member="Elmont Block"] all welcome to join me!


This places was steeped in the Dark Side. It reminded Trextan of the Valley of Lords on Coruscant where he had first been trained. They said that your sense of smell linked memories. Trextan found that the undercurrent in the Force was also quite capable. Just being here took him back to those years. Hard times under the brutal training regimes of the Sith. When he considered the pivotal moments he could see some of the points where they had been trying to steer him, manipulate him. But was Jacen really any different?

I'm proud of you.

That's what he had said. He'd praised Trextan's resilience after losing his arm on Kaeshana. Right now, Trextan felt he couldn't diverge from the path he had started on. Yet just months ago he had felt the same way when his path had been leading towards killing Jacen.

"Even the undergrowth is twisted here," he remarked. Recon vessels had spotted Flesh Raiders in the trees. As he walked his hand didn't stray far from the hilt of his saber.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Retribution
Location: Tython system
Allies: Rogue Squadron, GA and friends [member="Agenor Dyre"]
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 3/38

"Admiral, it appears that the enemy expected us to revert to realspace over Tython proper: they positioned themselves to be ready to attack any fleet coming in to attack Tython at a microjump's notice" Carmen reported.

"The enemy flagship, the Justicar, is within long-range weapons firing range: we got them aft" the sensor technician told the command crew.

"All units, concentrate all your long-range fire on the enemy flagship's aft. All fighter squadrons, deploy a fighter screen around the fleet! Aim your EWAR at all ships with long-range fire! Lothal, Aleen, angle yourselves to be as small a target as possible and still be able to fire a broadside"

"Fire hypervelocity cannons!"

"Battle meditation activated!"

"What are we going to do to draw the enemy fighters out?"

The Rogue One Sith starfighter forces don't seem to faze Therapy Command much: after the Omega War, after losing much of their 318 squadrons in combat, they had to resort to utilizing pilots that were convicted for PUIs or, barring that, Graug, and their main production facilities on Castameer were destroyed along with the planet. What attack craft they did have, especially post-Atrisia, were antiquated TIE/LNs. Not even the Allegiants or the KI-SBs were still in the Rogue One Sith's attack craft inventory; they pretty much used them to the last on Castameer and Atrisia. Even so, the enemy attack craft commanders kept nearly half its starfighter squadrons in reserve, and they sent everything else to engage the Alliance fleet. As for the Lothals, they couldn't be quite bow-on, but they needed only to be about 15 degrees off from the line of fire to be able to deliver a full broadside of the heavy weapons, with each Ziost turret firing with enough firepower to match any five quad heavy long-range ion cannon turrets or two quad heavy long-range mass drivers. Oh and in this volley are five 380mm hypervelocity cannon rounds, 14 Toprawas, 10 Scarifs and 18 light Volksgrenadier buses. At the same time, the Force-EWAR made the enemy fire a little erratic but some hypervelocity cannon shots nevertheless hit the carrier, whose crews braced for impact, with the fire from the flagship being spread among the cruisers and destroyers. And Cathul expects the enemy frigates to close in on their position while their destroyers' aft vulnerabilities are being exploited. But the fighter forces are still out of range of each other.

Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier)
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer)
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser)
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser)
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

120 B/E-3 B-Wings
30 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
50 D-Wings

Rogue One Sith fleet (subject to change):

Spoiler

Capital ships:

Justicar (Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer)
Wrack (Torment-class Star Destroyer)
Charge (Vanguard-class heavy cruiser)
Restraint (Rhak Suri-class interdiction cruiser)
Tython (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Anaxes (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Impale (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Slice (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Maul (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Dismember(Boneshatter-class assault frigate)

Attack craft:

4 Celeres-class light corvettes (OOC note: their squadron count is 2)
264 TIE/LN fighters
144 TIE/SA bombers

 

[Zef Halo]

Tython System
Obj A) Reconnection
Post 2

The Argo reverted to realspace only to greet Agenor with numerous blops on his tactical screen. The six men crew were all on their positions in the semi-cockpit/bridge and fully focused in their roles. The alliance vessels the Argo had to escort had already formed behind the gunship which was supposed to spearhead their excursion. The bulk of the Alliance fleet had already engaged in combst with the Sith defence fleet.

"Full speed, Holst. They will be focused on the Alliance fleet for a while. Let's use this to our advantage. " Agenor ordered the pilot before transmitting the same instructions to the squadron of vessels that were to be part of this run.

Flaring the engines and activating the shields, the Argo shook and accelerated on the pre-planned route. Dyre hoped they would be able to do their job unobstructed for a while. Or would the Sith spare enough forces to immediately intercept the squadron. That remained to be seen.

[member="Cathul Thuku"]

 

[Jsc]

​

Redemption
Obj.B.p.2 w/ [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] , [member="Liliane Lancaster"] , [member="Marcus Collier"] , [member="Kaida Taldir"] (Maybe?)


The Fallow Mire. That was what he had nicknamed this southern expanse of this blighted valley. Jay had entered the valley's low southern climb on foot. Then used his quadnocks to survey the area and take note of new arrivals and shuttle craft overhead. Good. More people was always a boon in situation's like this. Especially with so many dark creatures around. It gave the monsters another new distraction, if nothing else.

The dead trees bothered him the most though. The southern expanse of the blight valley was a spider's web of black twisted trees and long muddy trenches. Patrolled by gruesome bipedal creatures with more teeth than brains in their snout-like heads. Flesh Raiders is what others would have called them. Jay just called them ugly. These raiders seemed to be hunting large insects and centipede-like crawlers. They'd lung at the shallow pools of water between the trenches in a vain attempt at grabbing a sixteen-legged lunch. Naturally. The insects would disappear back into the shallow pools of dark water. Never to be seen again. It was just as unnerving to watch as it was contemplate walking though this land.

"Eww. Bugs in the water. Black trees and lumbering predators. Ugh. Gross."

Then it started to rain. A strange storm lingering overhead. The same strange storm that made landing his X-Wing closer into the valley a wild environmental hazard. There was thunder in those clouds yes, but no lightning. No bolts to scorch the ground just yet. No. Just an uncomfortable rumbling and growling in those clouds that never seemed to cease. A whole sky full of nature's own raw stomach ache.

"It's a Force anomaly too. The energy field is being distorted here. Something is trying to shape this place. Make it dark. Make it bleed."

He sighed and put his quadnocks away. Tugging at the supply sack on his back and tapping his helmet for good luck. One way or another. He was going to have to cross that southern marshland. The ritual location was still ahead. He had to keep going.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Anaxes. Abyss Inner Eye, a Intelligence cell composed entirely out of former One Sith agents, had known about the state of the fortress world since their empire fell apart. Their initial plan had been to give the remnant there time to figure out who was in charge before dropping by to take the whole thing over, but the news of current Alliance and New jedi Order activated on and around Tython called for a more direct solution. They had to make their move before the Alliance would be able to erase them from the surface, or even worse pacify them.

Years, blood and unbroken dedication he had scarified for the empire he once served, and now it was time for it to repay that favor. In a fleet of small freighters and shuttles the sith lord and his forces arrived above the planet, jumping out of the hyperspace in comm range to the world below. The remnant would not be enough to hold the world, especially not after Abyss would be finished taking over. To reduce any resistance by possible fringe elements, he brought the Tainted Legion with him, violent, wild and chaotic raiders that served him as Malachors private army. Once the ships left hyperspace, the comm jumped up with a transmission from the fortress world:

"Unknown vessels, this is restricted space. Identify or we will be forced to shoot you down."

That was what he had expected. Without hesitation the sith lord stepped on the holographic communicator. His body might had more scars, his saber was a new one, and his eyes glowed far brighter than back then, but beyond that he was still the same. The same trademark mask, the same ragged robe, the same cybernetic leg that had because of his dedication to the One Sith Empire.

"One Sith Remnant. This is Darth Abyss, of the One Sith High Command. Requesting clearance for landing. Transmitting codes now."

For a moment there was silence, as the ship he was one began to transmitte the codes he had used years in the past. What followed was a series of confused mumbles that came through the comm, until he finally receive his answer.

"My lord, we are glad to see you're still with us. Everything is clear for your arrival."

The ships began to take course towards the surface. Darth Abyss, the last active member of the One Sith high command. The man that burned the worlds they lost in their dying days, side by side with the soldiers that gave their live. The last beacon of hope those loyal to the empire had before the downfall.

The last Knight of the One Sith had returned.

[member="Miss Blonde"]