Invasion Allegiance: SJC invasion of Bryn'adûl held Nar Chunna, Nar Kreeta, Cyborrea and Klantooine

[Highmoon]

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light...​

A lion was always most dangerous when cornered.

For too long, the Bryn’adul had been able to rip through the frontiers of Silver Space until they were practically banging at the gates of Kashyyyk. In response, a great counter offensive was launched into the eastern fringes of Hutt Space. If successful, the Concord and its allies could cut off the advancing Bryn forces before they could drive deeper into Silver Space.

There was little doubt that the Bryn’adul would not be blind to the sudden buildup warships at their borders, either through sensors and/or divination, and likely had all sorts of contingencies in place against invading armadas.

What they probably didn’t account for were the heralds.

In near perfect synchronization, four clouds of asteroids tore out of hyperspace into orbit above their target planets, hurdling towards the surface at missile speeds. However, these were anything but dumb rocks lobbed by the Concord. In addition to their jerry rigged hyperdrive, each asteroid was studded with ion rockets normally reserved for astro-miners, carefully guiding the asteroids on a direct collision course for continent spanning enemy installations that now dominated the landscapes of the terraformed planets like ugly scabs. Sensor jammers embedded in the rocks generated ghost signals to make hundreds of asteroids appear like thousands to overwhelm observing sensors. Finally the “bow” of each asteroid was covered in proton and tekonite charges to blow through barriers placed before them – an explosive analogue to the special anti-shield oils favored by the Bryn.

None of the asteroids were particularly large, few bigger than a corvette, but at the speed they were racing, the kinetic damage of each successful impact could mirror the destructive output of a battery of ship busting proton bombs. Designed to hammer against the entire surface of the enemy installations at once, not a single inch was meant to be left unscathed.

As the Bryn’adul were initially assaulted with the unorthodox mass bombardment, battlegroups of more conventional ships appeared on the heels of the modified asteroids, bristling for combat. Interdiction groups posted high in orbit to route possible reinforcements from out of system, while assault groups began to disgorge their complement of fighters, shuttles, and drop pods for surface action on whatever was left of the Bryn down below.

Four similar operations were unfolding at once, but it was obvious that the main thrust of the operation was Nar Kreeta. One of the Concord’s own Super Star Destroyers – the Silver Tide – was present leading the charge.

One one hand, Nar Kreeta held great strategic significance, the former trade world sitting along the intersection of several important hyperlanes that criss-crossed through Silver Space. On the other hand, the broken world carried great sentimental value for the Concord - the site of their first crushing defeat at the hands of the Bryn’adul.

Here, many hoped to find redemption.

Others, sought revenge. (“justice”)

During the last battle, the Silvers had been reduced to rats scurrying through the ruins on an ill fated guerrilla campaign against an enemy they had still underestimated then. This time they had arrived in full force to beat that same enemy at their own game.

That ‘game’ was a complete dismantling of the enemy.

Overkill.

Annihilation.

Total War.

Summary of Actions:

-Guided asteroids are dropped into system, targeting the Super Constructs. There’s a window of a about a few minutes to react given their initial reversion points.
-Silver and allied warships appear in system moments after the asteroids, initially situated in high orbit.
-Assault groups within the allied force began to advance and release various landing craft and fighters for surface action.

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The Pabol Offensive has has begun! Allied forces under the direction of the SJC embark on a multi-sector campaign to retake former Concord systems and stymie the advance of the Bryn deeper into the Silver Space and the galaxy at large. The mettle of the fledgling Concord will be tested as it engages in an unprecedented scale of warfare not conducted by the normally placid Silvers.

The centerpiece of each Bryn’adul controlled world as massive military installations known as Military Super-Constructs, global arsenals that transform each planet and sap resources for the Bryn war machine. The operational goal of the Pabol Offensive is to completely cripple each installation across all four major systems, and achieve aero-space dominance to secure several important hyperlanes in the region.

However, rather than embark on grueling lengthy campaigns against each one, elite strike teams will use intelligence gathered from previous incursions on Bryn worlds to focus on targeting certain weakpoints of the installations for quick decisive attacks while surface teams drones and starships above attack the structure at large to keep Bryn forces spread too thin to mount an effective response.

((Note: The main invasion narrative will be focused on Nar Kreeta, and the resident Super Construct planetside.))​

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Objectives:

Terrarium: Concord led forces will use subterranean vehicles (Kreetle Drop Miners, Sarlacc Carriers) to land and burrow into the Super Construct to destroy the terraforming engine with demolition teams. This will effectively disrupt the operations of the entire installation as the area is rendered inhospitable to its residents.

Hivebusters: Allied forces (GA, CIS, others) will be also equipped with subterranean vehicles to either capture or sabotage the installation’s main command and control facilities (Central Command Center, Super-Construct Hivemind) to cripple coordinated response to the assault. As it is known that the Bryn’adul employ force based communications, a small team of powerful telepaths from the Silver Jedi has been attached to Allied forces for the purposes of commandeering any psychic forms of communication if possible for psychological warfare (if not, blow it).

This mission will likely bring the allied forces in contact with the top echelons of the Bryn leadership in the system, so a special order has been issued to either kill or capture any High Value Targets (HVTs) that present themselves for long term harm against the Bryn'adul war effort.

Operation Meteor: Following initial asteroid bombardment to soften the enemy installation, friendly warships and fighters will quickly establish an interdiction force and mine field in orbit to stave off enemy reinforcements from out of system, and to begin surface bombardment of all targets of opportunity. At the same time, they will release war droids, biots, and Balarac-supplied Rozzum to infiltrate the base for additional additional Sabotage and Search and Destroy missions.

(Additional banners can be found here. Special thanks to Yula Perl)

OOC Thread
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[Primal Architect]

Allegiance
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Nar Kreeta, once the sight of a great victory over the Concord. Now the site of a Super Construct that acts as the foundations of a new era within the Bryn'adûl. This particular continental Construct, spanning hundreds of miles is home to both Akhenaton and Vaydralen. New species still adjusting to their lives among the Drael. The presiding Warlord; Amok-Tu, whispers into the ears of each in hopes of turning both Akhenaton and Vaydralen against one and other. Amok-Tu, a decorated Aeravalin Zealot does not believe in the new laws of their empire. A radical traditionalist, he wishes to see the two species kill each other to prove that they are unworthy to belong to the great territories of the Bryn'adûl. Over the course of a month, tensions rise across Nar Kreeta as the two species turn against each other, fearful that only one will remain.

Tensions reach new levels following the break out of a fight in the barracks where a Rattolijan Akhenaton badly wounded a Vaydralen following a discussion on whether or not the Warlord favoured one species or the other. The Tachael-Vemnak, wishing to stem the tide of dissent call upon Warlord Osam, the known representative of the new species' home-world's in hope that a peaceful solution can be found before civil war causes disarray so close to the bordering Concord.

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In the the Super-Construct's Eastern SCC, Warlord Osam mediates a heated debate between the Akhenaton Deacon and the Vaydralen Generals as the Silver Jedi Concord attacks with an unprecedented move, moving into Bryn'adûl territory and launching a series of attacks against star systems just beyond the border, lead by a savage strike of asteroids, a prelude to their physical invasion. The shield breaching asteroids are launched all across the Super-Construct of Nar Kreeta. Sentinel defence systems, unprepared to combat the scale are only able to stop a fourth of the asteroids as they bare down on the Bryn'adûl Construct, ravaging its exterior as the Vaydralen and Akehnaton can't decide whether to point their weapons at each other or the Concord.

The Akhenaton and Vaydralen, too busy readying to fight each other; accuse and cast blame upon each other for their unpreparedness as this sudden attack ravages their exterior barracks and the protective ceiling of the Eastern Covenant section of the Super-Construct. The Bryn'adûl forces overseeing the planet to potentially prevent a civil war, now move to defend Nar Kreeta against the massive invading force.

|OBJECTIVES|
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FOR SOOT AND SOIL
As the fleet of the Divine Brutality moves to engage orbiting fleet of the enemy, our armies assemble to face the Concord on our own turf. Asteroids have paved the way through our defences and city-wide shields for landing Concord forces. This is our world, fought for and paid for with the lives of our own. Halt the advance of our sworn enemies. [Lead by Tathra Khaeus]

STRUCTURAL DEFENCE
Following the bombardment, technological deployments have been detected; burrowing underground. Find out the purpose of the Concord's selected forces - discover the tactical purpose of the Concord's advance. Halt their progression to destroy our defences. [Lead by Primarch Drek'ma]

PLATITUDES AND DECISIVE ACTION
The Akhenaton and Vaydralen are unorganised, blinded by the masquerading Warlord Amok-Tu. The source of this dissent must be found before the situation worsens. Rally our adoptive brethren, only together will they see the truth. [Lead by Osam]

 

[Osam]

Objective: Platitudes and Decisive Action
Location: Eastern Covenant Section - Surface Command Center

Spoiler: Personal Equipment

Kraemonen Flesh Vessel
Barad Assault Carbine
Pulverizer
Zealot's Barad Kukri
T120 Burner Missile Launcher
Sun Quaker Toxin Grenade x2

Pre-Invasion

Osam took a deep breath of air, feeling as the warmth crept through the organic body, and was forced into his own with a quick aspiration. It felt good to be back on a world that was comfortable and familiar to their physiology. It was not quite Draemidus Prime by any metric, but then again, so few of their number genuinely had the opportunity to make regular visits back to the homeworld, especially with the growing needs of their crusade mandating that they be ever watchful for any incursions into their territory. The Concord had fought to the best of their ability to hold these conquered worlds from them, and it stood to reason that they might be back. Beyond that, the Sith Empire was ever opportunistic, sitting upon the border, doubtless awaiting an opportunity to strike once again.

Kraemonen flesh coiled against his own for a moment, a signal traveling through their many legs as it shot from one to the next. It was rapid, but if he focused carefully he could always feel such pulses right before the hivemind directed its attention to something new or important. At first, he'd been quite uncomfortable with the proximity - but it was beginning to grow on him in the same way that sharing a barracks grew on its occupants. Having a friend within the armor meant having a confidant and an advisor.

It was good because he certainly needed the advice. He had expected becoming a Warlord would be a great deal like leading a squad. He knew that occasionally he would run across disreputable and disobedient persons, whether they were Draelvasier or any of the other fledgling races now under their wing, and that he would need to beat them into submission. In the past, he'd relied on open violence and intimidation to get his way - Sraelvun were quick to respond to such things, and on the battlefield, being swift meant avoiding death.

But it didn't work like that. The Ungulloi could be bullied into submission, certainly, and they seemed almost used to such frivolous displays of spontaneous brutishness, but the Akhenaton were stronger than he was and their minds were set more toward collectivism than individuality. It was hard to threaten one without them taking it as a directive toward all of them, and that had led to its own issues. The Vaydralen for their part were so honor-bound that to even insinuate that one had made a terrible mistake meant risking sending them into a crestfallen drama with their proclamation ringing out that they would never again fail thus and so on and so on.

He'd underestimated the sheer amount of diplomacy that would be involved in his work. The travel between the planets under his control, the conversations with Akhenaton Deacons here and with Vaydralen Centurion Generals there and with whatever constituted a leader of the Ungulloi in their little hives of inequity and industry.

It was why he'd been dispatched to Nar Kreeta. His overlordship over those races made him something like their de-facto contact with the remainder of the Bryn'adul, and while he had felt honored and privileged - if a bit hesitant of his own self-worth - he now felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. The Ungulloi here for their part had stuck primarily to their shipyard and the naval vessels that were stationed - it was difficult for them to really become entrenched in conflicts with their neighbors because their isolationist habits kept them free from drama, but the matter was far different for the Akhenaton and the Vaydralen.

Only a handful of days prior there had been a serious altercation between a member of each of the races, with both spouting their arguments for why they had been in the right and the other in the wrong. There had very nearly been a casualty between them, and now both of their local planetary leaders had been appealing to the Warlord in charge for justice. This disparity within the highest echelons of their societies had trickled downward - Osam had sat in on one of the day's lunch sessions, observing as both species remained separate from one another, the tension in the air seeming to be almost palpable. If the problem wasn't solved soon, he felt certain that they would tear one another apart.

Taking one final breath of the Type III atmosphere held within the rail station, Osam began the trek to the Eastern Covenant Section's Surface Command Center, intent on checking through any logs which had been made of orders that had filtered through the area, and hoping that he would be able to better understand the situation afterward.

"You suspect there is something wrong?" The Hivemind interjected, the thoughts burrowing through his own and directly into his head via the close connection the two shared with the suit's mindstone.

"I do. Do you know why?" Osam questioned.

"We know only your bodily functions and your thoughts drift to it. We are not trained in subterfuge."

He nodded, though the gesture was meaningless. "We will learn more when we arrive... I will share my thoughts with you when we do."

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The Invasion

The SCC possessed a myriad of data, information, and logs that could be perused at the leisure of those who had access to it. While not every message dispatched through the mind-stones could correctly be measured, several of them had been marked down for the sake of clarity later on, and more official dispatches whether by courier or written would occasionally find themselves copied down so that there was a way of guaranteeing who held responsibility for actions.

Of course, to complicate matters, many of these logs pertained to idle matters of only logistical importance. How many troops would be created within the next wave of vat-grown? How many Errindak vessels were currently available? All of this information was carefully recorded by the Hivemind in charge of the super-construct and by the myriad of Drones who had been assigned to the menial labor of record-keeping.

Osam skimmed through all of it until he had seen the most recent activities dispatched from authority figures - continuing to glance at this-and-that in the hopes of uncovering wheat among the chaff. He had asked too that both the Akhenaton Deacon and the Vaydralen Centurion Generals would meet him at the facility so that they could be cross-examined. He knew that both sides felt strongly for their people, but if one of them was at fault for a nearly fatal incident, they would need to be punished. Perhaps permanently.

Klaxons and alarms rang out, shattering any thought that the hybrid had about the situation and causing him to leap upward from his chair, spinning about as he faced the assorted tactical instruments of the command center. Drones went about from tool to tool, focusing in on the cause of the alarm while their positions were taken swiftly by more competent Aeravalin.

"Listen to them. What's happening?" He commanded, the Hivemind attached to his fleshy suit adjusting as it began to siphon words from the jumble of noise, piecing together information even as events transpired in real-time.

"The Super-Construct is under attack... asteroids from above... fleets jumping into real-space." The Kraemonen responded.

"And what else? I hear them talking about Akhenaton..."

"The Akhenaton and Vaydralen are... having an altercation. Asteroids have already stricken several barracks and locations throughout the Eastern Section, and killed many Vaydralen in the process."

"Unfortunate, but why are they fighting one another. Don't they see the enemy attacking them?"

A pause as the Kraemonen received additional data and reconciled it. "There was no justice for the previous near-slaying, according to many. Furthermore, the Vaydralen are blaming the weakness of the Akhenaton's structures for the mass casualties. They state that by locking them underground they are "diverting weakness".

"Khaeus-cursed idiots! Who do they think will defend the Eastern Section? What about Amok-Tu? Has the Warlord heard of it?"

"Amok-Tu has been informed... but states that he is too busy handling the defense of other Sections to deal with the issue."

"Too busy, is he? Get me a link with him. Immediately." The hybrid growled, slamming his hand against his own chair and tearing a chunk out of its backing in the process.

Osam turned, facing the Aeravalin currently busy working through the systems of the Surface Control Center, attempting to dissuade whatever asteroids continued to fall and utilize other defensive measures to lock down the area and prepare for battle. "And make sure the shield doesn't fall around us! This Command Center must hold!"

 

[Dis]

Dis the Shadow(cat)
Shadowcat, explorer and wanderer; Owner of the Cat’s Paw; Member of the Greystone Mercantile​

Objective IV.: Make friends, BYOO
Location: Nar Kreeta
Equipment: N/A
Writing with: Reidun Amersis (little later)

[ Theme ] ​

Dis had not yet met the members of the Bryn’adûl but had just read and heard about how bloodthirsty and how many they were killed. Maybe more than the GA, NIO, and Sith combined. Still, they wondered if they could talk to them, understand why they were such like they were, and see if they could talk to them and make friends. After all, it didn’t matter which side they were on if they would try to make friends.

They didn’t bring any equipment now, but came straight here from the Netherworld. The whole place was strange, Bryn’adûl had already begun to transform the planet, so the Shadowcat saw conditions they had never seen before. Luckily, Dis didn’t have to breathe, so there was no problem with that. As usual, they were invisible now, so the immaterial Shadow could travel easily.

They were first at the height of the ground, then appeared on top of the ruins of a taller tower or former building to look around from there. In the distance they saw some gigantic construct. They tilted their head slightly to the side like an owl. What could this be? They did not know. In any case, it seemed interesting and they had never seen anything like it before.

They didn't know there was a war and a fight going on, it wasn't Ossus where they know abou it, so Dis looked up at the sky in surprise when they felt the confusion through the Force, the arrival of the Jedi, the felt a similar feeling on Ossus, when the Jedi They boarded a Sith ship. Shadowcat's ears are drooping, there will be war again…

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: For Soot and Soil
Location: CC Section | Central Command Centre
Allies: Osam | Galak | Primarch Drek'ma | Udomek Seker | Sethrak | Craldzaer | Tsud'Ul'aigh | Thak Bri'Sot | Kyrim Tenebris | Ostak Cl'mana | Krarolk T'manu | Gordrak | Sylok'Vanari | Thatzaer | Aryshda | Quoron Ver'dum | Dis |
Enemies: TBD
Axe | Gauntlet | Armour |

He had followed the advice of the Warlord, remaining in the central command centre whilst he dealt with the Akhenaton and Vaydralen. Trust was important, one had to have faith in the abilities of your children so that they might glimpse the beginnings of their own potential. That was what was happening here and now, on both sides. The Akhenaton and the Vaydralen glimpsed the influence of their own thoughts, their voices and opinions. They understood the magnitude of their presence, but for all the wrong reasons. On the other hand, Osam saw his own potential realised. The Titan wrestled with his own fidgeting, interfering nature as he stood; crossed-armed leaning against one of the vacant security consoles in the circular middling-dome of the command centre. Yet the disturbance of skirmishes among their kind reminded him far too much of the disagreements amongst their own kind only more than two years ago. So much had changed since then, yet it was all still the same.

Yellow beams of light lit up the northern-face of the Super-Construct, a low thundering growl escaping from the edge of their defences, radiating deep into the earth. The Titan's hand shifted onto the mind-stone beside him. Now, observing from above ground through their security sensors. The Sentinels, their major orbital defence - They were opening fire even before the rest of them had recognised the signs of danger, small pockets in the cities exterior shields opening up in hexagonal folds as the Sentinels attempted to halt the stampede of asteroids. But it was not nearly enough, the small mounds of rock cracked through their tiers of city-wide shielding. In the blink of an eye, the exterior of Nar Kreeta's super-construct was ravaged by explosive asteroids rippling through the continental city. Red screens of flame diagnosed the damage, the Hive-Mind working in circuit with the Artificers as they desperately attempted to ascertain the source of the attack. A sharp pain shot through his chest, an infantile impudence bringing forth sudden rage and shock - helpless to stop nor slow the impeding assault. Breath was torn as the asteroids shook the city.

Ripples of shredder verikast and stone eclipsed the smooth and constructed surfaces across the Super Construct of Nar Kreeta. Fires danced in the scattered winds, explosions rippling across the surface layers of the city. Skyscrapers, rumbling where they stood as the City was savaged by asteroid's rain from space.

The underground structures rumbled, lighting flickering as Tathra was forced to steady himself against the console. The world moved in slow, fixated motions. Dual hearts beating in rapid succession as he focused on every minute detail in front of him. Of course however, the shock of the brain was irrational - studying the details of a railing would help none. There was no time for shock nor confusion, eyes turning to the 'Titan' not a scared Drael. Tathra regained his composure, steadying himself with breath controlled as a holographic figment of the Construct's HiveMind appeared in the centre of the room.

Already, dozens of contact reports were filling up every single security mind stone within the various command centres as the Concord made landfall, reports of both destruction and combat overwhelming the attention of the Kraemonen hivemind.

"Surface damage assessment."

"The Covenant Section has been badly hit, The ceiling has been ruptured, several barracks have been destroyed or rendered otherwise defunct. Three of tne rail stations inoperable. Production Section's entire rail system is operable, however the Warlock's dome has been destroyed alongside the testing grounds. Command Section sensors damaged, in the midst of repair."

Tathra leaned against the railing now, mind racing. Immediate, extensive damage. But nothing lethal, yet. Though that was not the main concern, they needed to know who had fired at them. Now.

In his heart, Tathra already knew what Ver'kad confirmed.

The fleet of the Divine Brutality, presiding over the system of Nar Kreeta; ready to serve in the event of a civil war between the Akhenaton and the Vaydralen were now faced with the mighty fleets of the Concord. They matched each other in size, an array of various Bryn'adûl vessels of all kinds making up their own fleet.

"Sire, its the Concord."

"I know. Fleetmaster, engage the enemy fleet. Allow their forces to land, focus on neutralising their naval force."

"At your word, Chieftain."

Finally, the Concord had come to face them and at nothing shorter than the worst time possible. The continued faith of the Akhenaton and Vaydralen would be decided today, of that he had no doubt. In his attempts to unite them, to bring them together through hardship he had allowed both to believe themselves expendable - that they'd be driven into the fire like cattle. Sev Tok on repeat. And now, the Concord struck and they were weaker for it because of his failings. The Vaydralen and the Akehnaton were both vital to the future of his vision of the Bryn'adûl.

With a thought, a message shot across the continental city as the barracks prepared their forces to fight. Tathra's own fighting legion, the Ultras - already prepared for combat. Siege Towers would rise to the surface alongside War Beasts and innumerable Savage Drone fodder to flush out the enemy. Tathra turned his attention to the commanding artificer, they needed to counterattack immediately.

"Artificer, utilise our defensive Syphons. I want their war engines discovered and disrupted. Warlord Galak, Primarch Drek'ma. Prepare for battle. And Galak, don't worry about Osam. He has his duty, as do you."

"Understood, Tathra."

"My beasts are at your command, Sire."

The Titan paced back and forth, the ground rumbling as the deployment vessels of the Concord raced to the surface in wake of the destruction they had caused. Soon the Ultras would be ready, and he would lead them against the Concord. His trust remained in Osam's abilities. He would need to buy the Risen time to settle the affairs of the other species. For now, it was up to him and his Drael.

Just like old times.

"Enemy deployment analyse?"

They had fought on Nar Kreeta once before to end a civil war of heretics that threatened their Empire before it could begin, now they stood to defend Nar Kreeta once again, to defend not only the present, but the future of the Bryn as well. First they had the newer species follow them into the deadliest breach and now, they could not protect them. Nar Kreeta had to stand, unmoved. Otherwise, the cracks would be sown in their Covenant forevermore.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Hyperspace: Enroute to Nar Kreeta
Aboard the Chariot-Class Transport Frigate "Deliverer"
Briefing room
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"Attention!" Called the voice of Major Sygorne Ecks in her light Hapan lilt. A former member of the Royal Hapan Marines, she had recently been transferred to Beltran Rarr as his chief-of-staff, following his promotion to Colonel and assumption of command of the Rangers 3rd Infantry during the events leading up to the recent battle of Sev Tok.

Several dozen men, women or otherwise gendered beings stood to attention. Hulking above most of them, Beltran was gratified to see the newly minted Captain Harbok Mrawr of Togoria. He had been promoted in turn to take over command of Beltran's former unit: Paladin Company. Standing next to him was another familiar face, that of newly promoted Lieutenant Jesson Doss, commanding officer of Hades Platoon.

Next to, and behind those men were dozens of officers and NCO's, from Lieutenant Colonel Remiel Higgus of what remained of 666th Mechanized Infantry, all the way down to the squad leaders of each unit that would be participating in this operation.

All came to attention crisply as Beltran took his place in front of them.

"As you were," Beltran said easily as he took a seat on a stool in front of them. Behind him, a holographic display appeared, showing the planet of Nar Kreeta as it existed under the harsh rule of the Bryn'adul. "Some of you were with me when we lost Nar Kreeta to the Bryn'adul. Others fought bravely in the defense of Sev Tok only a few short weeks ago."

"At long last, it appears that the powers that be have decided that enough is enough. The highest echelons of the Silver Jedi Concord have finally given their blessing to go on the offensive."

There was a slight stirring amongst the soldiers in front of him, but nobody cheered or offered any comment. Each being in his room had faced the Bryn'adul and had seen their slaughter first hand. All had lost friends in the war against the monsters and many had lost families. Some had lost entire homeworlds.

Beltran briefly thought of his old comrade in arms, Colonel Constance Hague of Danuta and the reports that were beginning of the Bryn'adul's assault on that world. He wished his old commanding officer a good death in battle.

"The attack on Nar Kreeta will be three-pronged. Three separate operations will occur simultaneously with the overall end objective being the destruction of the Bryn'adul Super Construct which has been established in order to fuel their war machine. Following an asteroid bombardment of the surface, we will be inserting via Kreetle-Class Drop Miner pods which will begin to burrow through the surface to reach the subterranean construct facility. This operation has been code-named: Terrarium. "

"Each squad from the units assembled here has been given a specific grid coordinate. You are to make your way to that point and set up explosive charges. Ideally, we will be able to set up enough conventional explosives to disable the facility. However if too few of our squads are able to set up demolitions, a small number of the units will also be carrying thermonuclear charges. As a last resort, these units will set up the charges and attempt to disengage before detonation. If disengaging is not possible, you may be called upon to die in place."

Beltran let his words sink in. He didn't need to explain just how grave the situation was. When the Bryn'adul had attacked Sev Tok, they had come into striking range of Kashyyyk, the Capitol world of the Silver Concord and home of the Silver Jedi Order as well as the Antarian Rangers. Something needed to be done to halt their advance or billions more would suffer and die. A Ranger's oath meant that each being here had agreed long ago to stand between the innocents of the galaxy and those that would oppress, or in this case murder, them. If that Oath required any of them to give their lives, then they would-without hesitation.

"The other operations include an interdiction of the system via Silver and allied naval forces, code-named: Meteor and an allied infantry assault on the construct's main headquarters, code-named: Hivebuster. While we are engaged in our objectives, we may come into contact with other Silver Concord and allied forces. Give whatever aid you can, but not at the expense of our mission. That construct must be disabled, at all costs."

Beltran went on into the technical aspects of the plan and answered whatever questions were posed as best he could. Approximately forty minutes later, the briefing concluded.

"Alright everyone, you're dismissed. Get your troops up to date and gear stowed away. Then grab some chow and rack time. Drop is T-Minus ten hours. Be ready, and good hunting."

 

[Craldzaer]

Objective: Platitudes and Decisive Action
Location: Eastern Covenant Sector - Vaydralen Barracks
Allies: Osam | Quoron Ver'dum |
Enemies: TBD

The Akehnaton watched the sun shimmer through the red glimmer of the city shield. It was beautiful, peaceful. Unlike the world they now stood on. Four eyes lurched from one end of the barrack to another, Crald stood among the crowd of his own whom had collectively decided to enter the Vaydralen barrack. They had started the fight, it simply finished the fight. Now, they would either fight the Vaydralen or stop them. Either way, the Akhenaton would thrive. They did not want to be sent on another suicide mission to be torn apart by siesmic charges. They did not want the Draelvasier to see them as weak, like the Vaydralen and kill them all. Crald felt not apathy but no expect of remorse for pile-driving stupid Vaydralen into the dirt. His singular thoughts returning his attention to the discussion at hand among the barracks. Some Akhenaton had brought weapons, Syphon beam rifles. But Crald did not hope for violence, it did not wish for more bloodshed. But hew knew the Vaydralen would take any chance to upstage them, to steal credit for their victories away from them.

It is our hand that build. We build, we help. Vaydralen have no right to look down on us.

The Akhenaton scout captain spoke, a series of clicks and hisses translated through the mind stone into verbal language the Vaydralen could understand.

Us know what you do, Vaydralen fleshers. Us know you lie. Us know, you take credit for our accomplishments. Amok-Tuk warned we! Crald spoke from within the crowd of his own, the broad silverback Rattolijan, moving slowly through the crowd of his own.

He saw the reactions of the Vaydralen, their hatred. Their disgust. It was met by the unchanging emotionless bare expressions of their collective.

"Hah! You lie, insect! Amok-Tuk told us you do such things! We know the Akhenaton are weak! We know the Drael want rid of you, and we don't plan to follow!"

Crald felt his boulder-like hands clench into hardened fists, storming closer to the Vaydralen who had spoken.

You lie! Vaydralen for chopping block! Us for stay! Us build! No translation was required to make the Akehnaton's collective anger at their vacuous rumours apparent.

The Vaydralen drew their weapons, and so did the Akhenaton. Both he and the Vaydralen froze, more than a few hundred on either side ready to kill the opposition.

We or them. The collective Akhenaton thought. It was agreed. But before any fist could be thrown nor stray bolt fired, light infused heat tore through the barrack. The earth rumbled and groaned as the barrack's exterior observation ports were shadowed by rock. Crald only had a moment to look as an asteroid struck the massive barrack, exploding as hundreds were killed on both sides in an instant. The sheer kinetic force threw Crald from his feet, his smaller kin taking to flight were even thrown about.

Collective fear, collective confusion. Shrapnel fley by Crald as he lay on his back, the Vaydralen he had been arguing with obliterated at his side, exploding into a pattern of blood. The large Akhenaton engulfed in gulps of purple flesh and liquid as he lay on his side.

Wounded, so many wounded. How? How? It was them. We would have seen, distracted by mandible born fools.

The Super-Construct was under attack, and rather than ready to fight the populaces of the Akhenaton and Vaydralen were at each others throats. Crald rose, ears ringing. His hands shook before him, soaked in blood. He could feel his own body, bleeding - weak on the inside. Crald grappled at his abdomen, blood oozing from his orifice. He might die, they might. It was the Vaydralen, those fools. Crald staggered forward, noting a slab of metal debris atop one of his own. Crald reached down, ignoring the screams around him as he tore the slab from the Akhenaton scout. He could feel the pain surging through his body, all around them strange objects were descending following the asteroids. The entire surface city was dotted by fire and destruction. The Draelvasier would wonder who to blame, and the Vaydralen would point fingers. The Akhenaton were legion, collective. They were strong.

The Warlord was right.

 

[Kiara Ayres]

Allies: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala
Equipment: Lightsaber, rebreather, armour

The Jedi hid all traces of unease and maintained a confident air about her as their drop pod hurtled towards the surface of the lost world of Nar Kreeta. She was far from in her element. This was a situation which she should never have had to been in. Her very purpose was to protect the Concord from warfare but there could be no negotiation with the Bryn'adûl, no discussions - only devastation.

Her role had been repurposed for the reclamation of Nar Kreeta. Where her diplomacy had no use, she had the Force in its stead which was where her strength lay. With years of experience and devotion towards studying, she had afforded herself the ability of becoming a skilled telepath and with the knowledge of the Bryn'adul that they had, the Jedi knew that telepaths were an invaluable part of their endeavours, acting as support to the combatting allies to disrupt the Bryn from within.

Kiara shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the foreign feeling of wearing armour which she opted to wear. She had never faced the Bryn'adûl before, only heard stories from her allies, but she knew that the threat on her life and the lives of all around her was very real. Yet, she was unafraid. She trusted in the Force and maintained the hope that they could liberate Nar Kreeta for its people and for the whole galaxy.

Their presence here was also a symbolic one, to show the Bryn and indeed the wider galaxy that they would not succumb to the incessant attacks that had been raging the Concord's borders. They would return in strength, reigniting hope and trust in the Silver Jedi Concord. Their vow to protect the people of Nar Kreeta did not end when it fell into the hands of the Bryn. Today they were fulfilling a promise.

Aside from their clear objective, the Jedi had an interest of her own that she wished to pursue. By inserting herself into the heart of the Bryn's territory she hoped to gather what information she could on their enemies, even if by experience alone. Knowledge on the Bryn'adûl and their workings would assist in their war efforts and eventual reclamation of the galaxy for its people.

As they neared the surface, the state of Nar Kreeta under Bryn'adûl rule saddened her. They had turned the home of millions of displaced people into the abomination that it now was, destroying the ecosystem along with the natives. Still, she kept her emotions hidden and expression placid. They were here with a purpose and she would fulfil it.

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

The small viewport of their dropship could only show a glimpse of the tapestry of stars that was the galaxy. And yet, it was beautiful. Entranced as she was, the lilac eyes of the Jedi Master followed each and every star sailing by as their craft slowly accelerated into the upper atmosphere. There was always a chance, no matter how small, that this would be the last time she ever gazed upon this magnificent galaxy.

And today, that chance was no longer marginal.

Aided by a deep breath, Sakadi relaxed her tensed up body. The safety harness pressed uncomfortably against her slender shoulders, and it felt as if the mask of her rebreather was made for someone twice her size. Even the sleek, form-fitting black bodyglove was something she had genuine issues with. While it kept her safe from potential hazards without sacrificing mobility, anything resembling a bodyglove was embarrassing enough for the Sephi to hide underneath a cloak.

But it were not the physical inconveniences that bothered the Jedi. Instead, it were the memories that moved through her mind. She could vividly remember all of them. The battles, duels, strategies she used and tactics she applied. Like always, those memories led her back to the beginning. To her years as Padawan, learning under Master Odara. A woman whose skill with the lightsaber had been close to unrivalled. Even now, years after attaining the rank of Master herself, did surpassing Odara's skill in combat seem impossible. At the time, she had felt deeply honoured that Master Odara had chosen her, despite there being far more suitable and promising options. At times like these, Sakadi couldn't help but wonder if, had Master Odara chosen someone else, that person could've truly followed her teachings and surpassed her.

If only you had entrusted your legacy to someone else...

The violent shaking of their dropship made the Sephi snap out of her thoughts. Debris and rocks alike slammed against their hull, and one glance at their pilot was enough to know that it was bad. "Bryn'ss orbital defensse threw uss off courssse." She watched the Trandoshan pilot grit his teeth. "I'll do what I can, but…" His voice lowered to a whisper. "Thiss iss bad…"

Kiara Ayres​

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Allegiance​

Location: Dropship en route to the construct's eastern SCC
Equipment: Ashlas wristguard | Espresso Revolver | 6 L'Escargots with Cryoban charges and 6 with incendiary charges | Stun baton | Two Lightsabres | Brion Substance Regulator | Electromagnetic pulse emitter | Covert Jedi Robes on top of Gundark II-class Power Armor | 5 LPD-39 Coldblast Cryoban Grenade | LPD-40 Icejet Miniaturized Cryoban Projector | Commlink | Rebreather
Enemy Tag: Osam Sylok'Vanari
Allied Tag: Cadere Varn Barakis

"Nar Kreeta" Mathieu broke the silence. The two pilots who were in the cockpit with him looked at him quizzically with one conveying a confused "We know" The large Morellian fell back into silence as his gaze seemed to reach beyond the planet. This was where he had first encountered the Bryn in person. The loss of Major Dansk and Captain Arlon still weighed heavy on his shoulders - but it was something which he had let go of, at least to whatever extend was possible. Instead of the various shades of greens which could be seen from orbit before, now, the most prominent object was the meat blob which the new occupants had constructed. That and the asteroids rocketing down towards its surface - it all looked so quiet when they were still so far away.

The next time the silence was broken, it was via comms as the second strike team dropship called in "We've got sight of the target, patching it over." Information soon started rolling in and so, the first vessel's scanners could hone in on it too. "We'll send it over to the back" the pilot glanced back at the Jedi as he spoke before returning his full attention to getting them down onto the surface. With that, Mathieu turned to leave the cockpit and join the others. Less than a dozen people were in the back-area of the ship, all specialists with clear roles and objectives to execute once they disembarked. In the centre of the area, a holographic table displayed any and all information the sensors and scanners picked up, producing a rough image of what they could expect, complementing that which they already had. While Mathieu had a significant role in assembling the strike team, he was not in much of a position to hold any grand speeches - they all knew what they had to do and had smaller circles of relevance which they kept to. In that same spirit, Mathieu moved to where those who would be the most relevant to him were.

Nearing Cassie and Varn he gave them both a smile and a nod. With a look to the Kiffar, he let out a sigh, allowing his broad shoulders to fall "We're going back to where we began" it was a somber note - Mathieu did not seek revenge nor wish his foes in the Bryn harm - but he could still see that something needed to be done in order to make their warpath come to an end. Forcing a smile and reminding himself to keep his mood up, he continued "We did some good work there" Mathieu thought back to their battle against the large Bryn troop they had fought at the time and the relative success they managed to achieve.

Suddenly, the ship shook violently as an explosion went off nearby. Mathieu quickly took hold of a railing attached to the ceiling, whilst noticing how much of the chatter in the vessel died out for a few moments. Soon, it became clear that they hadn't been hit, and so, the chatter resumed "I didn't see you at Sarka" The Padawan looked to Varn, a Knight whom he had not worked with in the past. "I heard your Soresu is potent, maybe you can teach me a thing or two once we've liberated Nar Kreeta." The smile on his lips was short lived as the pilot's voice could be heard over the comms "Strap in. We're getting close"

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Optional

Spoiler: GEAR

Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor, Toraynor-Henkan, Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music" (Both on ship at all times)
Allies Tag: Allied Forces
Foes Tag: Bryn
Obj 1

Several Weeks Ago....


Once on his ship, Caltin set off of Coruscant. As nice as some of his hosts were, that was not his home, and while he would help them whenever they would ask, his place was where he needed to get to. The destination had yet to be fully understood, the Bendu gave him an ever-confusing roundabout explanation, but as always, the big guy was left with more questions than answers.

The answers he sought out were those of what could help him heal. Not heal in the literal sense as he had no wounds, but heal in the sense of the Force being his wound. His connection was clouding, rapidly, and he like a lens with fingerprints all over it. Oh, he was still strong in the Force, as strong in it as he always was, the problem is that he was dangerous, and not in the way he used to be. Now there was some kind of sight issue. Blinded, his mind’s eye would only be cleansed in one place.

The Wellspring of Life.

Exactly how his Holocron would give the secret he was supposed to be looking for was a mystery, but it would lead him to another planet he would soon learn to find a clue. Zeltros was a planet of the salacious. It was passion, it was serenity, it was a planet he had no use for anymore. The one who could be caught by his eye is gone, long gone, and really what was the point of attaching yourself emotionally to someone centuries your junior? Even if you spent most of that time frozen?

Getting back to the Wellspring, he did not know what he would find, he did not even figure on whether or not he was going to find it any time soon. It was all of these “clues” that he had to make sense of, and none of them did. When he saw the initials “QJ”, he discerned it necessary to search the archives. That was a good thing about having his old Astromech’s droid-brain integrated into the ship’s systems. He missed R2-T3 a lot, if you could miss a droid, that is. They had been through a lot together and while you honor a friend and colleague’s death by living on with honor and courage, it was difficult at times. Those times came when he needed to access the “old” archives, it was a reminder of just how badly out of time he, Ala, Ilias, all of them were.

That thought gave the massive Jedi Master pause as he looked through several data files. Sure enough, it was the file on a certain Jedi Master, born on the planet Coruscant, Master to who would move on to become one of the most iconic and respected Jedi in the Order. This Master though seemed to be always at odds with the Council, rather than follow in their path. That did not mean that he was not loyal to the ideals and principles of the Order itself. Over time, he learned how to protect himself becoming one with the Force, how to transfer his essence, but he did not learn it entirely. It was when he lead his Master’s Master to the same destination is when it was learned.

That destination was The Well Spring of Life.

It took more research and more logs from the long-deceased Gray Jedi Master to pinpoint a starting location for his search. Caltin had all he needed except for the jump-off, and that was oddly enough the infamous “Kessel Run”. While the big guy was not looking to make it in less than twelve parsecs, there was something in there he was looking for, a sensor ping like no other. This little surprise would point him in the right direction and the rest was just a matter of following the rest of the “clues”.

The clues brought him to the very heart of the galaxy. A golden “dome-like” structure surrounded by a gas cloud. It was as beautiful as it was serene. The problem is that his reason for being here was business, and not to admire how simple life can be if you let it.

A beautiful visage of his lost love walked, well floated, his way. “Hello, handsome.”

Oh how I wish you were real.

As the visage lofted an eyebrow. “I may have taken a form that you can relate to…” then leaning over and ‘kissing’ him on the cheek in the way that he remembered. “That doesn’t make me any less real though.”. Then suddenly, as if on command the visage changed from her to that of his father. “Of course, I could take another if you’d like...” Caltin just smirked, he got the point.

No, that’s okay.

As the visage changed back, “she” smiled. “I understand. Here, follow me. You can call me ‘Serenity’, Caltin.” Not surprised, Caltin lofted his eyebrow.

You know my name?

“Of course, handsome. You were born on Coruscant. You’re a Jedi Master. You believe in the principles of your teachings but do not believe in the interpretation many have. You have a large family. I am representative of your one love… I could go on... ”

[Royalblue]No, that won’t be necessary.

“Are you ready to remember the last time you learned the truth?”

I’m sorry?

“You were in this position the last time you lost a battle.”

” The last time?”

“The Lupine, love. You had never faced anything like one to that point, you were on the defensive from the onset.”

Recalling the memory brought Calitn some level of pause. It was not a good one, as he felt humiliated and angry at the thought of what had happened. It was not so much that he “lost” the fight, but it was the way he lost, in such a fashion that the lesson was simple, he allowed the Lupine, Ket Van-Derveld to get into his head, literally as well as figuratively.

Oh…

“That was the last time you experienced what you are feeling right now.” “Serenity,” said in a tone he found so frighteningly familiar as he felt a rush as she tapped his temple. Her visage still that of the woman to one to whom he could never seem to say “no”. However, the comment was still confusing.

... and what am I feeling right now?

She smiled. “Only you can answer that. However, it was your allowance of others to influence you that blurred you to the song of the Midis.”

” Song of the Midis.” Do you mean the Midi-chlorians?

“Yes.”

So, what you are saying is that all I have to do is accept that I lost a fight, which I didn’t, and all will be fine.

“Awww…” “Serenity” put her hand in the same way his love would have on his cheek. “So sweet, so naive. You were defeated, you lost your focus and it must be regained.”

So, how do I regain focus?

“Well, I would assume you would ‘meditate’ as you call it. However, there is more to this than that. You hear the song, you must once again learn to understand it.” Sitting in a lotus position, “she” patted the ground across from her. Caltin was reluctant, but he was here for a reason so he obliged.

What happened next was almost unexplainable, flashes in his mind of those he had known personally and professionally throughout his life had come before him and right by. Slowly they began to pick up speed, almost like he was passing by them. Before long it was events in his life that were sailing past, all random, no specific pattern, there was no rhyme or reason as to what was happening but as he saw his memories, it felt as if his memories were being lost.

The process seemed to last an eternity, but in truth lasted approximately an hour or so. He did not know it, but Caltin’s mind was being in effect, downloaded and reformatted. His mind was being refreshed of all issues, injuries, and concerns. No, he was not being reborn in any way, it was being “rebooted”. The reprogramming was intense and painful as damage to his mind that could not be repaired had to be rerouted. Once his mind was repaired, his connection to the Force had to be remeasured. Every sentient lucky enough to be able to answer the “song” was unique in their connection, so it was not simply a matter of “levels” in a blanket method. There had to be a precise measurement, or his connection would forever be lost. The problem was the nature of his connection itself, it was not “Light”, Dark”, or “Gray” it was all three. That left little room for mistakes, but considering who was doing the work, it was possible.

The result came into an unexpected situation. There was no alignment, there was no way to fully refocus in the manner to which he once held his power, so to speak. No, the strength of his connection was not lower, it was not increased, it was, different. He was still strong in the Force, but for him, it was now everywhere, he could no longer center the Force in his legs to run, or jump, he just ran, or jumped. He could no longer reach to levitate something or throw, it just did. The Force immediately took to his physical attributes, how it would take the rest remained to be seen.

He was unconscious, recovering for several days when word came of the Bryn’a’dul invasion of Ruusan, Sev Tok, and other planets over comms. “Roller” his astromech droid finally found him and passed it on, it took waking him up via a very annoying electric shock. The news did not sit well, true, he was uncomfortable with the potential direction that the Silvers were taking, but this was the Bryn’adul, they were a danger to everyone.

He was not fond of the idea of attacking anyone, but that was the beauty of a “counter”-invasion, the territory was being taken back.

Let me guess, “it’s too soon for me to leave”. “If I honor what they stand for, I should sacrifice my friends…”

Serenity smiled and kissed him on the cheek again. “You are a grown man, you have all you need to thrive while you learn of the nature of your new connection. You can leave whenever you like.”

Surprised at this, but realizing what he said and where they were sounded like it was out of some movie, Caltin just nodded as he picked up his pack.

Well… thank you for everything. I will never share your location if you do not wish me to.

Little did he know, Caltin would not be able to anyway, the memory of this place would not be removed, but it would be locked away in a manner that only he could recall it. Not even the strongest of empaths could read him. “She loves you as much as you do her. You know that, right?” He did not have to ask her meaning, Caltin knew. It surprised him.

Thank you for that. It means a lot. I must ask you though, “loves? “Do”? Are you using the correct tense?

Serenity nodded. “She is out there. I cannot divulge though. Now go. You have a life to live.”

He did leave, and for the first time since he was a Padawan, Caltin felt renewed. He felt like he was back in the fight.

PRESENT DAY

As "The Starlight Sentinel" dropped out of hyperspace at the staging area, Caltin sent the comm-message out on all Silver frequencies. He didn't know who was there and what was about to happen, but he was here. When he was directed to dock with "The Ethereal" and board one of their dropships, he did so. Caltin didn't know most of the Jedi that was there, and for some reason, he could not sense their feelings, but that might be something to worry about later. He could sense the presence of Sakadi and a few others.

They were going to burrow and assault the very construct that destroyed much of this once picturesque planet.

The time for concern was later, this was a time to prepare. Checking his gear, Caltin looked over those on the drop pod. The time for worry is over. Right now. We shall fight in the tunnels, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this construct or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our people will continue on and stand tall as it is now that we are needed the most.

Doesn't matter what the naysayers believe, doesn't matter what the politicians or the press say, it doesn't matter if the whole damn galaxy believes accepting something wrong is right. The Jedi was founded on one principle over the others. That doing the right thing is simply that. That standing up for what is right takes precedence over all else. The principle that if the politicians, the naysayers, the mobs, the entire damn galaxy tell you to kneel, your job is to stand like a flag in the wind and yell "No, you, kneel."

Putting some "things" in the compartments of his web gear, Caltin didn't seem to realize just how cheesy that speech was.

I'd rather be cheesy and die on my feet, than live on my knees.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Thur'Zak]

Post # 1
Location: Planet's Surface, Nar Kreeta | Surface Command Center, Eastern Covenant Section - Lower Level
Objective: Platitudes and Decisive Action
Allies: The Bryn'adûl | Osam
Enemies: Vaydralen Generals | TBD

The room fell silent, but the tension between the two small groups of Vaydralen and Ankhenaton remained loud. The expressions throughout the small conglomerate were of disdain and if there was any indication of another fight, it was the guns. Each pointed perfectly at one another, all of them holding stiff and quiet before the Vaydralen Generals turned the corner, armored and grunting as they entered. Their arrival made several of the Rattolijan Ankhenaton to adjust their hold on the weapons that had been provided by the Bryn. They were in short, body guards for the Matriarch's most valuable creation...The Deacon.

The silence was snuffed out in a lapse of judgement from the taller Amariatu, the words pouring out with anger.

"Us, never did those things, you say this and that!" Thur'Zak's voice rose before continuing. "Us have done what we do best!" Thur'Zak's eyes glanced toward the steel construct out the window, the alabaster shell glinting in the light as he motioned to their creation. A tall spire attached to the end of the SCC, perfectly so. "Yet you claim WE have time to worry about how and what you do, we don't!" The hisses came after, tiny pincers shifting where the mandibles touched, saliva building in practice.

The black Vaydralen shifted forward, leaning over the middle of the large table in the center of the dim lit room. Their eyes fixated on the albino Amariatu. The nerve it had, after everything they had done together to make the Bryn proud, to think that they thought they were better in certain concepts irritated the general. He wouldn't take the aggressive outburst lightly, instead he returned it in kind, his fist slamming down onto the thick layered table, another thing built by those he opposed.

"You stand there claiming us as liars!" The Whole room jerked in one motion, tiny clicks eliciting each side was ready to fire. "You are liars, my men have come to me, spoke of your silver tongued comments.." Gromph took a deep breath, he was a general, not a cry baby. He had to remind himself. Plus, his people were watching. "Animals, that's what your people think of us. All because of our love for honor, our ways! Gromph neglected the thoughts anyways, screaming back at the supposed... Deacon of the Matriarch.

Thur'Zak hissed, his bright yellow eyes blinking in succession. He challenged the General Gromph, inches from his face. Each peering into the other's soul, before large explosion rippled through the SCC. Thur'Zak caught himself on the table, in turn instinctively catching the General along with it to prevent his fall. The vibrations shuddered throughout the compound before more followed in the distance.

Both leaders turned toward the window, but nothing.

"If this was your doing Gromph, Us will react in kind!" Thur'Zak yelled, but the moment he did he regretted his words. The expression on the General was of bewilderment, Thur'Zak turned back to the window, only to be greeted with a bright red asteroid slamming into the the spire of the west end, patches of sunlight breaking through all the way to the lower level. Thur'Zak's wings twitched, his mind racing for a suitable possibility. Worse than that, the gorgeous architecture of the Ankhenaton's work was destroyed, whoever was behind it, would pay.

"Upstairs, the command center should be able to detect the threat!" Thur'Zak pushed off of Gromph's body. "Let's Move!"

​

 

[Galak]

Location: Draelvasier Barracks
Bryn'Bois: Tathra Khaeus | Gordrak | Primarch Drek'ma
Adversaries: TBD
Equipment: Armour | Syphon Beam Rifle |
Forces: Mobilising

Specks of dirt fell, layering like an unexpected camouflage on the partially conscious Warlord. A grey thumbed hand yanked at his shoulder, klaxons forcing Galak to his feet like a habitual morning ritual - singular eye glancing around as a total of fourteen Juggernauts stared at him in a mixture of shock and confusion strewn about their faces. It was only the shifting of metal behind him that disturbed his shock enough to get him to pay attention. Galak rose to his feet with the help of two of his own, behind them a dented Gunboat.

"How..." Galak's words trailed off as he saw the broken metal ceiling of the barrack, revealing a mess of debris within the hangar bays above them.

They'd been hit. The alarms blared, it wasn't some accidental or crazy meteor shower. They were under attack. He must've been hit by the Gunboat when it fell from the hangar bay area, he was lucky to be alive. Pain pulsed through the back of his neck down his spine, he could feel the bleeding from the back of his skull dripping on the bare nape of his neck. An annoyance, perhaps a fracture - not something he could focus on right now. But the damage assessment was critical, Galak didn't know how badly the surface had been hit. But he knew Warlord Osam and many others were above ground, dealing with Ahkenaton and the Vaydralen whilst his own prepared to put down a civil war if necessary. He hoped dearly it wouldn't come to that - his mind swept away as he linked into the neural battle-net with his Mind Stone. The surface had been stricken badly, and the Concord were deploying all across the surface and seemed to be utilising burrowing units to meet them in the underground elements of the city as well. Galak felt a sudden pang of nerve at even the rough assessment of the battlefield. The Silver Jedi had struck hard, and fast. They had been preparing for a civil dispute, not war. The Warlord was already in the motions of preparing his own forces when the mighty Chieftain's voice entered his psyche.

He has his duty, as do you.

Tathra was right, there was no time for fear. Not now, not here. Nar Kreeta had been the sight of their first great victory against the Jedi, a symbol of their power and a return to unity following an era of mistrust and heretics within their own territory. Nar Kreeta was important, so very important to many of them. And now, it was home to the Akhenaton and Vaydralen whom were at each others throats. Where they held back one civil war, they now had to halt another.

Cruel irony.

"Understood, Tathra." As the words reached his mentor's ears, Galak switched frequencies as to broadcast his voice ofr the Draelvasier barracks.

They would be his sole focus today, the other species would be Warlord Osam's responsibility. The warriors of the Draelvasier would need to ensure the Concord could not gain a strong foothold. That was his sole focus, his sole duty. Galak pulled the service-tags from under his armour, staring down at what was left of Pavium. His attention turning to the already preparing forces of Juggernauts, Drones, Zealots and Warlocks. The absence of Hrajlmak'Natok - the leader of the Warlocks was noticeable. But they couldn't let that stop them, nothing would stop them today.

"I remember the day we took Nar Kreeta. I remember every inch of land paid for in blood. Let us repay them in kind!" The rage and the pain intermingled, carried on his words as the warriors of the Drael hurried in their mobilisation.

Already, Gunboats and dredge lead parties were beginning to prepare to face whatever would undoubtedly be coming for the central command centre. Great swaths of underground land between them and their enemy, but Galak knew they'd come from everywhere for everything. This was going to get bloody. Fast.

Blood.

The image of Pavium's rotting, bloated corpse on the streets of the old Nar Kreeta capital flashed in his mind. A taunt, a reminder of what would happen to every warrior under his command if he didn't get this right. Galak chewed on his lip, taking up his own arms in preparation for the battle. His brother had died for this world, for their unity. This battle threatened that unity, and it was bigger than just the Drael now. He would defend Pavium's memory whilst ensuring the security of their future. Poetic, maybe. But it was right.

"Chieftain, I'm receiving initial scans. They're deploying underground and above. They've already breached our city shields. I can have grid shielding coordinates for you in minutes." Galak didn't want to make it easy for the Concord.

Trap them, make them feel small and helpless like they'd made Pavium feel. Cold, helpless and limbless. He could feel his hands itch, primate that he was. He wanted to hurt them more than best them. They'd taken Pavium, Hrajlmak, Keldothera. No more.

Galak loaded his lancer, growling like a horn-bound hog.

 

[Brooke Waters]

The galaxy was a place of turmoil. Brooke had seen it plenty of times. She was sworn away from most of it, spending her time between Kattada and Pamarthe, and the other groups of those who called themselves Coral Diver witches. Being one of the Elders, but not a Clan Mother. Her job was to protect her clan, and support the Jedi however she felt was necessary. She was under the protection of Starchaser after all, with his Temple on Kattada allowing the Witches entrance and a foothold in the Concord. The Witches under her protection were never expected to fight the Jedi wars for peace, but merely provide support, either on or off the battle field with their magicks. Most became healers.

This didn’t mean that she could always sit to the side. With Coren off on a mission to protect Jedi students from another strike of the Bryn and his eldest, Jared, working at yet another battle front, it came to her to make a move. Either let this multi-pronged attack go unanswered, or do what she could to defend.

Her Jedi training would assist in his matter, and she found the enchanted leathers, made from the skins of several predators of the deep, her lightsaber, the one with the colors of the crystal blue water of Pamarthe, her cortosis weave net, and plasma bow. She boarded the last shuttle leaving the Temple. This was a mission to protect, to rescue.



Her shuttle had taken time, but found her aboard the Silver Tide, and from there, she was fed, resupplied, and her saber charged before being deployed to her fire team. She was to be working with the Big Guy himself, Caltin Vanagor . She had heard of him many times, but in the way where it felt like she knew him in a previous life. Over the leathers, she had a dark blue cloak, one that covered her lightsaber, but allowed room for her energy bow to be strapped to her back, and the cortosis net she carried to be worn like a shawl. She was meeting with the Boulder and was feeling like this could be the safest place.

Though she did have the Force and her Magick, she was going to be no slouch herself.

A quick transmitted burst, encoded and sent as a data packet was beamed to the Starlight Sentinel.

Master Vanagor,

Witch Brooke Waters here. Will be joining you planet side. Will follow any drop pods in. See you down there.


It was simple, but it said all that was needed to be said. Brooke would come in, Force ablasting if she needed to, she preferred to keep people at range, but she was more hopeful being not the first in, she could focus on getting Force defenses up.

Time would tell.

She settled into her drop pod, and waited.

 

[Mig Gred]

Allies: Gir Quee Liram Angellus
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus
Fleet: Keros' Kad (Damaged), 2x Tionas-class FAC (Two damaged), 2x Atin'la-class Heavy Cruisers (One damaged), 3x Shield-class Escort Cruiser (One damaged), 5x GF-2B Super TwinTails Squadrons (Includes Talyc Squadron), 18x "Kodashi" Viper MKIIs, 20x HA-2 Pikes (Bomb Bays)s, 5x DF-1 Scarab Swarm Fighter squadrons, 3x Dinii-class Dral'tabalhar Me'sen squadrons, 6x modified freighters

Spoiler

Malo was frantic as she tried to get everyone organized. The Concord's fleets had fought tooth and nail already. The Kad was damaged, and her cloaking device was acting up. A couple of ships, two Tionas and a Shield, had even had to fall back, running to get out of the fight while squadrons had been cut down before they could even arrive. The damaged fleet just had to make it, and then they'd show those sons of Hutts. She took a breath, quickly sending a transmission to one of the Kad's engineers, a Gàirdeanan named Lilko. He was annoyed, as always when she sent a transmission to him, using his facial tentacles and one of his hands to work on some electrical components.

"I already said it will be done when it's done. Do you have nerf fur in your ears?" Malo had been about ready to smack this being upside his green head, but held back for now.

"I thought you were some sort of super tech expert. Get this ship as well as we can before we exit hyperspace, shorty."

"Shorty!? Why you...." Malo quickly cut the transmission before she could hear any of the coming tirade. She just hoped the Kad could hold out a fight. Kaddie meanwhile was discussing things with his "siblings," Atin'la and Soul.

"Soul, are you doing ok? That last hit was near your core." The AI named Soul took a masculine look, and was starting to flicker.

"I'll be fine old man.... Some connections got severed though. Crew's taking over some fuctions." Atin'la the spoke up, seeming more feminine.

"Just don't overdue it, tat. Last thing you need to do is ruin your systems." It was then that Soul flickered out, and Kaddie grumbled.

"And there went the Soulmarcher's comms. Great. We'll be arriving soon. Time to focus on your ship."

Soon, the fleet would jump out behind the various asteroids that had been sent. for the initial bombardment. Kaddie reappeared on the bridge, looking at Malo.

"We're picking up multiple Bryn vessels."

"Well Mig said this would be a fight. Launch all fighters and power all weapons and shields! We can't cloak so be ready."

The small fleet would soon take on a formation with the Shields up front, and spraying their flak clouds out, the Atin'la behind them, and finally the Keros' Kad at the rear, with the Tionas moving into more of a flanking position. Soon the Kad and the "pocket destroyer" heavy cruisers began to lock their batteries.

Gear: In bio
Allies: Jax Thio Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Kiara Ayres
Enemies: TBD

Mig held tight as the dropship slipped out of it's hanger. It was a tense situation. The Mandalorian had helped fight Bryn for a long time now, but it had always been on the defense. Now, they were on the attack. As the ship began to head for the surface, the Mando'ad'jetii would close his eyes and start to breath slowly. He repeated some rules he knew by heart to himself in whispers.

"Don't kill in anger. Find the root of it to shift your mind from anger. Be ready for a fight." He looked at the planet. They were here to stop the Bryn from pushing any further. Giving them a blow here would shake them. Those monsters hadn't know what losing a world was like, so Mig was willing to give them a lesson he'd learned far too well as a Mandalorian. He was a Force wielder, but he wasn't on this mission for the same reason most of the Jedi there were. He wasn't a "mental" fighter by any means. He was a much more... physical threat. He'd keep the Jedi safe to do there work.

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Open Space

Spoiler: SHIP AND FIGHTER MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: LIRAM ANGELLUS
COMMAND STAFF

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Captain Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Voodoo 1", Commander Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Voodoo 2" Commander Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "Voodoo 3". Each Squadron leader makes up "Voodoo Wing", their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 4(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter
2. Voodoo 5(Jurat Squadron) Jackal Class Starfighter
3. Voodoo 6(Retribution Squadron)Jackal Class Starfighter

LONG RANGE INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 7(Gator Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
2. Voodoo 8(Raguel Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
3. Voodoo 9(Beak Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
4. Voodoo 10(Jok Squadron) Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER

1. Voodoo 11(Razorback Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
2. Voodoo 12(Jurist Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
3. Voodoo 13(Fi Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
4. Voodoo 14(Prac Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
5. Voodoo 15(Tic Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing
6. Voodoo 16(Alcalde Squadron) NC-1 X-Wing

ATTACK/HIGH-SPEED INTERCEPTION

1. Voodoo 17(Kers Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
2. Voodoo 18(Requital Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor
3. Voodoo 19(Scimitar Squadron) RZ-3 A-Wing interceptor

BOMBERS W ESCORT

1. Voodoo 20(Que Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
2. Voodoo 21(M'lud Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
3. Voodoo 22(Gatto Squadron) Demon Class Bomber
4. Voodoo 23(Vulcano Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
5. Voodoo 24(Bulwark Squadron) Soverenignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Voodoo 25(Artillery Squadron) Cherub Gunship
2. Voodoo 26(Ferret Squadron) Cherub Gunship
3. Voodoo 27(Ferret II Squadron)Cherub Transport
4. Voodoo 28(Ferret III Squadron)Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles

Spoiler: ANGELLUS LORE

Is here.

ORDERS: Stage for invasion
WINGMATES: Gir Quee Mig Gred /SJC
TARGETS: Bryn

Dropping out of hyperspace at the rallying point was simple enough. The fleet was immense and “The Ethereal” was already busy both on the decks and on the bridge. The drop-pods that the ship was carrying, as well as the added troops and Jedi was a lot, the Jedi ships that landed, as well as Omega Squad’s “Annunaki” docked made for somewhat of a tight fit. This was expected as the entire ship was prepared for what they were about to do. The allied force was about to begin the impossible, they were taking back sections of the galaxy from the Bryn’a’dul.

Some would call the warrior races “monsters” and in many respects, they very well might be, but they were no doubt oppressed at one point. To them, who knows “we” might be the “monsters”, but at this point, it did not matter. A line was being drawn in the sand, and Liram was going behind them turning that line into a ditch.

The bridge was as busy as ever, but the efficiency was making the Captain more comfortable by the day. Each station was coordinating their efforts with their counterparts on other ships. Tactical was coming up with topographical readings of the planet, setting up the most efficient firing solutions from them, while setting up defensive settings and stations. The Marines preparing themselves for launch with the transports packing to “elbows to A-holes” levels and carrying troops as well as fighting vehicles and tanks down to the eastern SCC.

The 73rd was preparing to follow the burrowers into the construct, but for now, they were staging to stage “hurry up and wait”. Colonel Telaskt was again going down with them, this was something that they were expecting and seemed to motivate them. It made Liram a little jealous if truth be told, but he was finding his place right where he was, just like many of his bloodline.

“Comms Conn...” Commander Halpern called out.

“Go ahead, sir.” The Lieutenant in charge responded from their station as the other officers were busy sending and receiving messages from and to other ships.

“Send out a message to the other ships, inform them we are prepared to synchronize drops. It’s up to the Jedi.”

“Aye sir”

” I want all heavys, bombers, and attackers running down to the planet. All fighters running cover.”

“Aye” Rojuh Powell called out from his station. The one cool thing about “The Ethereal” is the forward “catapult” launch. The bridge could literally watch the fighters jumping out of the launch bay. The pilots were a dangerous lot, many of them were itching for a fight and while that was inspiring, it was a dangerous thought because they could get a little too anxious and make mistakes.

” Flight, are the new recons ready?”
“Neg.” Scott Powell responded. The disappointment in his voice was clear.

”Tell Gribbs to please get on that. Until then I want A-wings running recon and sending all data back to tactical stations across the fleet. Commo, contact your counterparts, tell them if they want in they need to let you know ASAP.”

“Aye”

“Aye”

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS

• Setting up a defensive perimeter
• Finding a way past the shield
• Heavys, bombers and attackers will
• Marines headed to the ground will be following borrowers in.
• A-wings running recon

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

D U T Y​

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Wolfsbane | Ferrum Solus | Icebreaker | Stormafbryder
ALLIES: Oleander Webb | Millu Lee | Vanya Aklin | Maja Fiore | Liam Du'Cal | Teyla Sal-Soren | Milya Vondar | SJC
ENEMIES: The Brynadul

The Brynadul were a threat, one which it seemed the galaxy at large was ignoring. While the New Imperial Order and their cohorts danced about in their war against the Sith, the Brynadul threat went unchecked save for one galactic power.

The Silver Jedi Concord.

It seemed they were one against a growing evil which the rest of the galaxy condemned in name only. That fact had not escaped the Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian. For as long as he had been part of the Confederacy of Independent Systems the Silvers had been their best and truest allies against the evils of the galaxy. They had been there when the Jen’ari Empire was destroyed. They had stood alongside the Confederate forces when the Mandalorian Empire engaged in genocidal warfare as they spread their hatred of the force to the worlds they conquered.

Gerwald Lechner would not allow them to stand alone.

For much of his life he was told what to do and where to go. A warrior trained to follow orders was not always the best at giving them, but the lupine had proven himself. The mantle of leadership he now carried had not been one he sought, but one that had been placed on him as another call to duty. It was that sense of duty which saw him put a team together that would be willing to aid him in the task he had taken up. He would not allow the SIlver Jedi to stand alone, and he would not allow the Brynadul threat to advance any further.

They had to be stopped.

<<< “We are nearing the rendezvous point Lord Commander.” >>>

The comms went silent once more as Gerwald stood from the desk in the office which was now his aboard the CNS Asajj Ventress. He sighed, as he walked toward the transparasteel window which still displayed the streaks of light which were the familiar signs of light speed travel. Alarms would soon sound across the ship indicating that the Super Star Destroyer would be dropping out of hyperspace soon. War would upon them soon.

He was quiet as his mind reached out to one of his squires Oleander Webb . They would both be tasked with the safety of one Millu Lee . The girl was young, a student of Beric Layne, but she had been eager to help where she could. In fact much of the team had been formed by those belonging to the Lotus chapter save for one outlier… a witch.

< “Keep an eye on Millu when I cannot. These young ones are our future. As for these creatures that we are about to face… feast as you wish. We are not the Jedi. We will not be taking any prisoners.” >

The galaxy had a bug problem, and Gerwald knew only one way to stop an infestation.

Total Extermination.

With the aid of the force, Gerwald called the helmet of his armor to his side. He was prepared for what needed to be done. Duty demanded that he allow the wolf to do as it wished. The man would give way to the beast.

His boots echoed along the floor of the bridge with every step he took. He was confident, bold. The crew would only see the determination of a seasoned warrior on his face. If there was any fear, it was kept buried where no one would find it. Gerwald was not just their leader, but he was the face of this particular operation. Those that looked to him needed to see that he was prepared, and know that he could lead them to victory.

“Admiral, bring us out, and do not hesitate to scan. I want you to get everything on the target you can as quickly as you can. I do not know what to expect once we drop out, but I do not think the enemy will give us the time we need to find what we are looking for.”

His hand fell on the officer’s shoulder, standing several inches taller than the experienced fleeter.

“Be quick, but be efficient.”

A simple nod was exchanged between them before Gerwald took to the comm system. It was time for him to address those under his command.

<<< “I am not going to promise you that what we are about to do is easy, and I cannot guarantee that all of us will make it back alive. We are here because the Brynadul are a threat that must be stopped, and we are the ones that duty has called upon to do so. Remember your training. Trust in the Force. Depend on your allies. Answer the demands of duty!” >>>

Gerwald paused. He let his words do what they would for those who listened, and then spoke once more.

<<< “Strike team, to the drop ships.” >>>

His attention turned back to the admiral.

“Once you have those readings I want them sent to me, and deliver them to the Ministers of War and Science, Kiff Brayde and Visanj T'shkali. They will know what to do with them.”

The wolf turned before a response was given. It was time to meet his team in the hangar bay.
​

 

[Ostak Cl'mana]

PLATITUDES AND DECISIVE ACTION
​

POST: I
LOCATION: NAR KREETA, SUPER-CONSTRUCT, EASTERN COVENANT SECTION, SURFACE COMMAND CENTER
EQUIPMENT: Ceremonial fireproof Shaman robes
ALLIES: BYRN | Osam / Thur'Zak
HOSTILES: SJC | Open to engagement

THREE HOURS EARLIER - DRAMEDIUS PRIME, CLASSIFIED LOCATION

"I, Overseer Purabi’ita, hereby commence the one hundred and thirty-first Overseer Council."
​

The First Overseer stood grandly on a towering podium in the center of a vast spherical room held up by grand pillars. Around him were dozens of seats, each with an Overseer of the Tachael-Vemnak assigned to it. They all silently stared at Overseer Purabi'ita in the center of the room, his command of attention absolute.

"This meeting is an emergency assembly was called by petition of thirty of my peers and the Ish'makra itself. I will now move the resolution over to their speaker."

Overseer Purabi'ita stepped down from the podium, returning to his own seat as another male Overseer, a sturdy and aged Baedurin, took his place.

"Thank you for participating in today's meeting, and thanks to Overseer Purabi'ita for giving me the floor. As he hinted, today's Council is not ordinary. Indeed, due to the urgency of our request to meet, not all of you may be physically present."

About twenty seats in the chamber were absent of their Overseers. In their place stood Enforcer secretaries linked to the Overseers by telepathy or long-range communication stones, depending on the preference of the Overseer.

"We meet today to discuss one of our greatest crises since the chaotic early days of purges. As you all know, the Ish'makra recently came to the decision to accept a covenant of new species into the Bryn'adul fold. Until recently, the process was uneasy and controversial, but nonetheless successful. However, recent events on Nar Kreeta have changed this."

"Intelligence from Enforcers in the Nar Kreeta system - my system - has revealed that Warlord Amok-Tu seeks to exploit divisions between the Akhenaton and the Vaydralen to promote civil war. Such manipulation defies the tenet of comradery, and borders on treason. This Warlord must be eliminated swiftly and his damage repaired if we wish to grow our covenant and discourage heresy."

About half the Overseers present in the room burst into applause, moved by the speech of their comrade. However, a large conservative bloc merely stared, denying the presenting Overseer the benefit of praise. Chief among them was the First Overseer himself, who rose to speak in objection.

"Overseer Asomean, you misinterpret the tenets. In the educational tablets of our youth, it is stated that the tenet of cormadery applies only to the 'integrity of the Draelvasier', with the lesser species ultimately irrelevant. Furthermore, the tenet of comradery is secondary to the aforementioned integrity, nullifying the charge of disloyalty to the tenets. Perhaps your youth makes you idealistic and more willing to accept the degeneration of the Draelvasier race in favor of inferior rats. However, I know better. For that matter, I find this entire meeting irrelevant, and wish for its immediate disillusion."

In the face of the First Overseer's scathing rebuttal, Overseer Asomean could find no words. However, there were plenty who shared his idealism. One of the communication stones began to glow, the voice of Overseer Ostak Cl'mana emerging from within.

"Esteemed First Overseer, it is you who are misinformed. Indeed, the tenet of comradery may not yet apply here. However, there are two that do, accountability and weakness. One - Warlord Amok-Tu must be held accountable for his destabilizing actions. Despite what slander you may spread, the harmony and integration of our covenant species are essential for our evolution as an effective empire. Indeed, the covenant proved its worth on Sev Tok, where among many other achievements my life was saved by Ugnolli engineers. Furthermore, the current unrest in Nar Kreeta threatens to bring about weakness into the system, undermining the authority we hold over Draelvasier and covenant species alike. Consequently, there are plenty of grounds to prosecute and ultimately eliminate the Warlord."

After Ostak's speech, and illusions of civility in the council broke apart. Tens of individuals spoke at once, entering fierce debate. The Council was more divided than the centrists had feared, the ascendant reformist bloc verbally sparring with the still-dominant conservatives. When a final vote was held on prosecution, it passed by only three Overseer votes.

As Ostak was already on a modified Shard on his way to Nar Kreeta and consequently the closest Overseer to the system, it was he who was selected to execute the Warlord.

PRESENT TIME, NAR KREETA

Ostak burst through the door of the command center to find a room in disarray.
​

As if things couldn't get any worse, the Silver Jedi Concord had decided to launch an invasion of Nar Kreeta that day. It took all of Ostak's restraint not to rush out and execute the Warlord immediately, public exposure be damned. However, he knew that he had to do things methodically. Otherwise, the already-strained Council may return to the conservative camp.

"What is our current internal and external condition?" asked Ostak to the individuals within the room.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: The Silver Tide, entering the Nar Kreeta system
Allies: Mig Gred Liram Angellus ADM. Reshmar
Enemies: Tathra Khaeus

"...and that concludes my initial report on our progress so far, esteemed councilors and allies. I will continue to keep you all updated as the operation progresses."

One by one, the holos of the representatives from the Galactic Alliance, CIS, and the Silver Jedi Concord faded away, casting his cabin once more into darkness aside from a single, flickering overhead light. He could feel the metal floor underneath his feet vibrating constantly, and not with the normal hum of the ship's massive engine banks - it was weapons fire of some sort. Whether it was the recoil of so many of the Tide's weapons firing on the enemies outside or enemy weapon's fire trying to break down the massive star dreadnaught or a combination of the two, he could not tell. And I should know that as the ranking officer on this ship. He frowned.

"Why the look? That looked like it went well," observed Ariela, stepping out from the shadows.

"It's going well enough so far," said the blonde man, raising his comlink to his lips, "Status report of the Tide's condition, Captain Perit?"

The gravelly and somber voice of the mon calamari flowed out of the device's tiny speaker.

"Damage sustained from our initial push into the system is affecting some of our operations. We're still contending with power fluctuations on the port engines. Microscopic hull breaches in some sections are still under repair by the droids, but operations are mostly continuing...Decks 8-12 are experiencing-"

Oh no, not the laundry list...Sometimes I just got to cut to the chase with him...

"What's the worse of it?"

"Well...remember those power surges that hit the portside engines?"

Gir nodded, "Yes."

"Some of that power got transferred to the port side Heavy Particle Beam Cannons and some of the turbolasers. Circuits in there are blown and fried. Techs are working on them, but it's a find it fix task. It's going to take some time."

He sighed. We know it wouldn't be easy...but it's always different to actually experience it rather than just think about it. Intellectually, the man knew he couldn't expect the Tide to make it through battles unscathed, but it bothered on a more gut, primal level - those weapons could defend the vessel from the Bryn'adul craft and just importantly could also to providing orbit to ground fire that would be essential need to take the planet. Kark it. We need them operational, and soon. He felt concern beginning to well up in him as he pressed his lips thinly together. But nothing more than can be done with it, not that the techs aren't likely trying already...

"Let us hope the Bryn don't figure it out then before it's fixed," muttered the man, trying to shake the thoughts away, "I'll be joining you in the SOC shortly. Quee out."

He cut the channel before stepping out the cabin with Ariela. Almost immediately, a white-haired woman fell in alongside them. She offered him a playful grin.

"I see the talking head consortium conference has ended. No-one lost their head in the end, did they?"

The man forced a smile onto his face, "This is why I don't take you into these conferences."

"I'm heart broken, truly..."

As the trio walked towards the vessel's command center, the Tide itself continued to swim through the black ocean of space, leading a massive school of warships towards Nar Kreeta, from tiny frigates and corvettes to battlecruisers nearly half the Tide's size. Grey specks of starfighters and starbombers swarmed around the larger warships, ready to lash out any nearby Bryn'adul craft that got too close. Yet the Silver Jedi Concord forces showed little interest in moving towards the Bryn'adul vessels present, instead moving to take up geosynchronous positions over the superbase's continent even as asteroids rained down onto the world below.

 

[Jacen Nimdok]

Tags: Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Kiara Ayres
Gear: Lightsaber, rebreather, armor

Nimdok sat aboard the dropship with head bowed and eyes closed, apparently meditating. He had fought the Bryn a couple of times now, albeit while operating under different names. First Casimir Heliobas, then Tom Kovack—and now the professor was having a go at them. No, the Grandmaster of Knowledge was.

His objective during this particular mission was interesting—to use his telepathy to try and disrupt the Bryn’adul hivemind on Nar Kreeta. Telepathy was one of the few Force powers he had any genuine skill with—although the one other occasion he had used it in an offensive manner, it had earned him a scolding from the Grandmaster of the Saber. It was “too cruel”, attacking someone’s mind with the Force. Too much like the Sith.

Well, here he was. The circumstances here were different, of course… and yet not. This was not a mission to attempt to arrest a war criminal. It was war, and more things were permissible in war.

He opened his eyes as the ship began to rock, glancing toward his fellow Jedi. At Sakadi, uncomfortable in her bodyglove (even though she looked great in it), and the newcomer diplomat Kiara, whose pointed ears rivaled Nimdok’s own. Both of them seemed rather… grim. Nimdok was not so cynical, at least not to the degree they appeared to be.

“Looks like we’re in for a rocky landing,” he remarked, taking hold of a bar to brace himself for impact.