And To The Victor Goes The Spoils | First Order Dominion of Sullust

[Cerusia Shamalain]

Something's coming ... it's here.

Across the barren plains of Sulon, making way from Baron's Hed towards the homestead on the horizon, an aged speeder rumbled along a lone stretch of dirt road. Cera gripped the steering wheel with a sense of urgency that her foot on the gas pedal did not well translate. This old codger of a vehicle had a habit of choking out on the third gear and, she noted as she passed by a large pile of mile marker boulders, it had gutted out just a blink past here at least once before.

Sulon was never in a hurry and, it seemed, neither was its equipment.

The rising plume of smoke and dust left in its wake drifted aimlessly through an airway bereft of any wind. Calm afternoons were the norm, dust storms only likely during those short, wee hours of transitioning from day to night and back to day again. The temperature shift was enough to make a wookie shudder - she'd seen Opi do it at least twice.

Chugging along to a brief slow where the lane split to run parallel along stone walls that marked estate perimeters, Cera brought the speeder towards the left and the hulking silhouette of the homestead in the distance. Here she recalled many an early hour drive passing by [member="Avalore Eden"] as she set out on her morning run, ponytail bobbing along behind her. In the wheat fields to her right she could easily picture Gabe and [member="Armaud Eden"] working alongside the trio of Moridon, plowing new rows or harvesting the crops. In the tree nursery to her left the shadowed memories of [member="Emme Eden"], [member="Ellifain Eden"], and [member="Svora Eden"] climbing among the boughs or tending to the gardens.

It was quieter now these past few years since the children were grown and off on their own adventures. She wondered what they were up to now and where it was the Circle of Healers had taken Avalore this time, so far away from home and empty-nest-syndrome.

Up the drive and past the hedges of the courtyard, the speeder rumbled and then fell quiet alongside two others sitting cold under the afternoon sun. Cera tugged her shawl further over her head before stepping out and making her way along the garden path to the patio entrance.

Into the home, quiet like always, shawl pulled and hung on the rack with her coat. Leather-soled boots tapped lightly across polished wood floors and ornamental runners until they traipsed across kitchen tile and came to a sudden halt.

"Gabriel Sionoma," that low voice carried the weight of a thousand mountains, a rose-violet gaze honing in on that opened package of meat like a harpoon striking a space whale, "today is not your birthday."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi Master had been on his way to the hangar as quick as possible. Porter, his trusty astromech had already been in the hangar. Several of Tibruon Squadron were setting up. X-, Y-, E-Wings flanked with more freelance looking fighters and several shuttles. Stepping forward into the hangar, Coren knew who he had to call. Since the move from Sullust to Coruscant the Marshall who had remained behind in the system, Sullust’s own moon, Sulon.

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"].

The one who Coren had not always seen eye to eye with, based on the fact that Gabe and the Wrath of the Dark Lord. But now? The General of the Alliance could only hope the other Marshal was going to welcome him to the war effort. Or if the Marshal was even ready for the fight. Sitting in his X-83 TwinTail Coren grabbed his helmet and started dialing up the frequency to the Homestead. Before setting the cockpit down, the Jedi nodded at the droid. The mission for the astromech was simple, help boost the range and keep tracking the squadron from the outskirts of the system.

Two Niathal shuttles were loaded with Alliance SpecOps teams and a J-1 Shuttle was set to help evacuate those who needed it. Closing the hatch, the Spear of the Alliance reverted to real space. The shuttles and starfighters moved out and the Spear moved for another microjump.

A quick communications burst was sent out.

“Incoming visitors. Shuttles and fighters. Alliance has arrived.” As soon as the message was sent, Coren directed the shuttles and fighters towards the Sullust system. He hoped that Sulon was going to have more information for them.

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

BYOO: Investigate the Sentinal Training Centre, Kill or Capture Jedi
Equipment, Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Raiment of the Vigilant
Nearby: [member="Amilthi Camlenn"]

Sullust... A world that Kyrel hoped to see conquered throughout the entirety of both the First Imperial-Alliance War and later during the renewal of open conflict between the two nations during the galaxy-wide Great Galactic War. Sullust reminded him of what he would have called a second home on Mustafar. The same inhospitable surface, ash from the volcanos high in the sky, the toxic gases filling the atmosphere. With the victory of the Imperial Powers against those that had dared to challenge both the First Order and the Sith were met with swift and brutal retribution. He had originally come to explore the former Jedi Temple but was disappointed to find the structure in ruins. Another target remained with the discovery of the Sentinal Training Centre.

The structure was built following the destruction of the Jedi Temple before the contingency event occurred. Yet now with the Jedi Purge on what was formerly the New Jedi Order. The structure had remained largely abandonded. Yet it was Kyrel's obsession to hunt down and eliminate any surviving Jedi that had escaped the Purge carried out by both the Knights of Ren and the Sith Empire. Kyrel was careful to land his shuttle in the most stable part of the volcanic basin.

Arriving with his newly reunited droid [member="HK-42"] he stepped slowly to the main entrance of the temple, with the help of the droid's slicing techniques he managed to enter inside, and yet all he found inside was emptiness. Such a place like the one he stepped inside served as an outpost. To train Jedi that would serve on the fringe ends of the galaxy and the Outer Rim. Jedi Sentinals they were called from what he had researched into hours of records within the Jedi Temple on Lothal.

He spoke from the voice modulated helmet of his armor reminding his deadly droid of why they were here. "Remember Grievous we are here to find any stray Jedi that may have come crawling back. Remember I want them alive for capture. They may prove useful in located on surviving Jedi. Follow my command to the letter. No lethal tactics unless I authorize it."

Walking inside, he explored first to the Archives where half of it was cleaned out while the other half remained. He could have only assumed following the combined attacks on the Jedi Temples of Lothal and Coruscant, Outposts such as this cleaned out all information that was of grave importance to those Jedi that survived to prevent any more information from following into the hands of either the Ren or the Sith. He shook his head saying only a few words before pressing on in a stride. "There is nothing of use here.."

Stepping into the path of the training grounds, he noticed the odd occurrence. The console connected to blast doors seemed to be melted down. His senses were triggered as he felt that he and his droid were not alone. "Fan out, search the grounds... We are not alone. Remember if there is a Jedi notify me, and passify them.. I want them alive."

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Objective IV
Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Assault Armor, Lightsaber (blue), Vibrodaggers, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires
Location | Archive, Abandoned Jedi Temple, Sullust
Allies | [member="Val Kordova"] (direct), [member="Seto Du Couteau"] & [member="Tao Liu Xian"] (same area); First Order
Possible Hostiles | [member="Zai Avery"]
Objective | Tracking

[SIZE=11pt]With the grounds of the ruined temple being as vast as it were, Marriskcal was only able to sense the unfamiliar streams of signatures in the force due to the amplifying properties of the armour she was encased in. Like a bloodhound that has caught scent of a potential prey, the blonde paused in her steps, her head inclined towards the northwest. Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]? Scavengers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Or hostiles[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Her eyes flickered towards the telemetry readings within her HUD, her eyes narrowing when she noted there was a distinct lack of a diamond in the direction. The edge of her senses began to prickle and stir, the force’s way of conveying the need for caution and possibility of a threat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Just before she was about to send the focus of her senses towards the area, the voice of the agent accompanying her broke the silence within the vault. The blonde turned to regard the brunette that stood before her, contemplating how much she should say to enlighten the other. From her query, Marriskcal knew that other was most likely unfamiliar with the layout of a Jedi temple. “It is one of the two places with a high chance of retaining any data,” she responded, letting the agent in on her thoughts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The blonde gestured lightly towards the rows of empty shelves, bared of its prized contents. “This used to be a vault, where those terrorists stored their holocrons… think of them as the equivalents of datacrons, as well as any precious texts.” It would be one of the more protected space in any force temple, be it Jedi or Sith. Marriskcal was hoping that in their haste to clear the vault and abandon the planet that they may have made a mistake and did not manage to completely purge the data from the terminal. If not, they would just have to head to where the council room used to be, and check if they are able to salvage any final messages or information that were transmitted out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A piercing scream resounded through the structure, faded and distorted as it echoed through the empty corridors and halls. With her lips pressed into a thin line, Marriskcal stepped past the brunette agent. “There is a high possibility that we are going to encounter some dissidents. From what I can sense, they are all force users.” She tapped on her commlink, alerting the rest of the military, agents, and her brothers in the vicinity of these intruders. The swell of Seto’s presence in the force was like a silent reassurance, steady and calm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We should hurry. I will continue to keep my senses out for them.”[/SIZE]

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Captain (Jr. Grade) Cynthia "Cyn" Alucard
Designation: Pixie One/Leader
Classification: Fighter Interception Squadron (16)
Allies: [member="Karl Von Strauss"] (Directly Under) | [member="Robogeber"]

The emptiness of space always unnerved Cyn, not that space was fundamentally empty, but the sheer vastness of the void always alluded her comprehension. Thankfully I'm tasked to keep the void of space empty of all things not First Order friendly. Cyn quickly glided her fingers across her controls and carefully nudged her TIE to continue her patrol route. The rest of her wing kept up a net of TIE's in a rather defensible formation, they had been told that little to no resistance were to be expected.

Which doesn't mean the chance to die in service for the First Order is not present. As far as Cyn concerned herself with, the very notion of 'easy' assignments were never taken lightly. She had learned from her late Wing Commander that a constant state of aggressive application was needed to ensure no pilot slacks off or losses focus. Pixies needed to attack their missions, even simple patrols and escorts, it all needed to be in an attack state of mind.

Cyn smiled venomously when a report surfaced of unidentified star crafts approaching the Sullust system, their long range scanners were not able to quickly provide any specific details but the simple warning was enough. Her entire squad of eight TIE Conquered turned and swiftly formed back up into their standard wing formation.

"Anastasia, this is Pixie One Actual. Reports of unidentified space craft have surfaced. Permission to conduct reconnaissance, and requests for weapons free if determined hostile." Cyn comm to back to The Anastasia, hopefully their Comm Officers would already have the same report. Now for the moment Cyn and the rest of her Pixies adjusted their trajectory to intercept these new comers.

Possible Engagement: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Amilthi Camlenn]

Location: Abandoned Sentinel Training Centre
Tags: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="HK-42"]

Amilthi had a bad feeling about this. Gone was the unconcerned, playful sense of exploration. Once again, the world had turned into a threatening place. Amilthi hurried on deeper into the structure, taking turns quite at random. This place had been constructed long after she had given up any involvement with the Jedi Order, and she had never been here and did not know its layout. But surely the builders would not have lacked the wisdom to install at least a secondary exit that could bring her back to the surface of the cavern where she would hopefully find the speeder she had come in still parked. The crux was to find an exit without knowing where it was - and for that, she could do no more than submit herself fully to the guidance of the Force and do whatever seemed like a good idea for no discernible reason.

The room she found herself was eerie. One wall of the oblong space was lined with an array of devices that consisted of a circle on the floor and something of a cap protruding from the wall above it. Amilthi recognised what they were: force cages. This was a prison, something she had not expected in a Jedi training facility, but whose existence was perhaps understandable in light of the exigencies of war.

Her heart stopped when she realised that the room had only one door.

 

[Robogeber]

The Grand Admiral could feel a presence behind him, and consequently turned to address the figure. "Ah, Captain Escala, a pleasure." The officer smoothly began, "I see you've decided to finally make yourself present." He offered a small smile on his projected screen. "From what I understand Captain," The droid began to move toward him, a ghostly figure within the cold of the command deck. "You seem to be suffering from your.....actions, over Skor."

"The reason I have summoned you here," His choice of words was deliberate, Escala was here at Rausgeber's leisure rather than any form of mutual respect, "Is that I feel that your suffering and doubt are, well, unnecessary in the grand scheme of things." He paused, "The Skor campaign, while a humiliating affair, was one which I felt was something of a triumph." he seemed to stare right through the man, "Because of the conduct of our officers and crew." He gestured to him, palm outstretched, "You being a shining example Captain." He then gave a smirk to the man, "Ergo, since I feel Central Command and the First Fleet may feel differently, I offer you a proposition Captain." he continued, "To join me under my tutelidge as a Captain of the Resurgent Three Class destroyer Endeavour." He allowed another pause, "You would recieve the same salary, and such a career path would allow the rehabilitation necessary for you to continue your career." He then paused, "Now, if you'd-"

"Grand Admiral!" A voice called from the portside crew pit, "Unidentified craft detected in sector five!"

"Scramble fighter craft and search for the source!" Rausgeber thundered, his voice filled with bitter vindictiveness, "Tighten control over Sullust's air space, I will be damned if anything slips by my notice!"

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"] | [member="Karl Von Strauss"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Sullust - Jedi Temple.
Isabella Fonti - Ex-SIS, former GA, FO defectee - Unconscious.
Saelle, Saeem, Saelae - Jedi Padawans?, Triplets.

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Saelle - [member="Seto Du Couteau"] - Innocent act.

The white-haired man walked with an air of arrogance. His shoulders set back, his chin held high; the man showed a disdain for the rubble and trash of the temple. Saelle hated him. He reminded her of a former mentor, far too clean and strict. The old woman had always been aloof, never deigning to praise her work and ever ready to hand out criticisms. She never got the chance to strangle the old bat, but she would get her chance with this man.

She hid her lightsaber within her white robes and used force illusion to make her outfit appear like orphan rags. She rounded the corner in a hurry, making sure she shed tears. She feigned surprise at seeing the man and let out a startled shout. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t realise anyone else lived here.” She made sure to stutter out each word. “Please forgive me”. All she needed was to get the man close, and it would be all over.

- - - - -​

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Saieem - [member="Tao Liu Xian"] - Hidden act.

He was just a child, but so was Saeem, so he would see no mercy from her. Children needed to be dealt with as much as adults. Leave a sprout in the garden and it would grow in a large weed, with deep roots that were difficult to remove.

He was small, much like an insect. It amused her to think of him flattened on the ground. She had hidden herself using the force and took up position close to the starfighter. Focusing, she outstretched her hand and compelled the TIE to rise. It shuddered and slowly began to drift off the ground. Her face split into an evil grin. ‘Time to crush a pathetic bug’ she thought.

- - - - -​

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Saelae - [member="Marriskcal Lati"] // [member="Val Kordova"] - Deceptive Act.

This one was no longer alone, but it behoved her to eliminate them both. It was typical of outsiders to want to steal from her precious vault. Such secrets were not meant for unworthy hands, and she would fight to keep the sanctity of the temple.

She didn’t have any pets, yet, but just image of such creatures would invoke a deep fear within these heretics. She tapped into the force and well as her deepest darkest nightmares. From the darkness, ahead of the two women, the illusions of three Tuk’ata would appear.

The women would either flee in fear or stand to face the threat. Either way, Saelae would approach while they were distracted, and strike them down.

 

[Kou'ha Escala]

BYOO
Captain
Equipment | Uniform & Code Cylinder
Location | Command Deck, FIV Pellaeon, Sullust Space
Allies | [member="Robogeber"] (direct), First Order
Hostiles | Galactic Alliance
Status | Determined

[SIZE=11pt]At the acknowledgement, the young Captain inclined his head in a polite greeting of his own, “Grand Admiral Rausgeber.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]While he continued to feel the curl of apprehension snaking in his mind, it was accompanied by relief. Relief that he will finally know the reason why his superior has summoned him aboard the Pellaeon. He watched as the other glided in his direction, keeping his gaze on the projected features of the charismatic male. The smile, which was probably meant to put him at ease, only made him feel more uneasy due to the lack of any other tells that he could usually garner from other people. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Kou’ha continued to hide his rising emotions behind a blank mask, even as the Grand Admiral spoke of the Skor campaign, his silence serving as an unspoken agreement at the other’s astute observation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The young Captain found himself agreeing with his superior when it came to his… difficulties. But unfortunately, what the mind comprehended does not always align with what the heart felt. Not when the unmoving bodies of his officers was still clearly etched into his memories. Not when he was forced to abandon the Concordia and watched from the safety as the remains of Nebula Command fought to bring her home. Perhaps, with the passing of time, he would eventually be able to move past the event. But for him, who has viewed the same memories of then over and over in his dreams for the past several weeks, it was hard.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He contemplated the decision placed before him, his gaze following the deployment of the starfighters from the viewport.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Grand Admiral Rausgeber’s proposition was the brightest spark of light since he found himself stuck in the dark mire of his failure. What his superior offered him in recompense was attractive, but what truly caught his consideration was the unspoken opportunity. As the once Captain of the Grand Moff’s fleet, Kou’ha respected her ladyship and restrained his actions to reflect her wishes for a diplomatic approach. But if he accepted the rare offer that was presented to him, he would be one step closer to his true desire – the chance to bare his claws and close his fangs around the jugular of his enemies.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]For the first time since the rout of Skor, his dark eyes burned with resolve.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He waited for his superior to turn his regard back to him before he spoke, “It would be foolish for me to pass up the opportunity to learn from you.” His voice was calm and filled with purpose once again. “I look forward to working under your command, Grand Admiral Rausgeber.”[/SIZE]

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Equipment: FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armor | Two Lightsabers (Emerald and Ruby)
Location: Ruined Jedi Temple
Objective: Confront Unknown Force User

[member="Zai Avery"] | Saelle​

Seto crossed his arms over his chest, rather dulled by the lack of anything thus far, the strange Force signature he had sense earlier hadn't shown itself to him. But I still feel something out there. His eyes narrowed as he came across another turn and continued forward through yet another destroyed hallway. Perhaps at one point the stone work and architecture might have rivaled the palaces the young Du Couteau had visited during his boyhood years. For now, it all appears rather depressing. What foolish acts led to such destruction of a Jedi Temple, on once the Capital of the Galactic Alliance.

"I'm sorry. . ."

The small voice tore Seto from his thoughts and with a calm movement his arms loosened but remained crossed over his chest. His sabers remained by his sides, but his eyes pierced through the darkened hallway and settled upon the first living thing he had encountered in the Temple. A ragged girl? As far as Seto was concerned, much of the population had left when the Alliance fell and even those who didn't remained worked diligently to keep what remains of the shattered fleet operational. I didn't expect the down trodden to make the Temple a home.

"Why are you-" Seto started to ask but stopped, he snapped his eyes past the young girl and shifted his stance slightly to keep his legs balanced. Arms still crossed, he called upon the Force and cleared the immediate area surrounding him of all debris and rubble. Seto winced as he knew such violent act would startle the girl, but he felt the strange Force presence and he needed to clear this area from any distraction.

A Force shield rose around Seto, a slight swirl of the remaining bits of dust shallowly spun around near his feet. "You should leave before more danger comes, it won't be safe." Seto told the young girl, his concern rose in his voice even as the strain of the Force grew subtle in his head. His sabers remained by his side still, he trusted his reaction time and his Force shield enough to display such confidence. But not being able to properly sense this Force User is a problem.

Seto enjoyed to gamble, his was after all a Sabacc player, and now he placed all his credits on his abilities. After all, to the victor goes the spoils.

 

[Progflaw99]

The lift had deposited them at what appeared to be a transportation hub of some sort, a wide street just at the edge of view as the durasteel doors slid open. As the Task Force's response came through Dante ran his tongue along his teeth. He could practically taste the sulfur as he and the rest of the entourage made for the center of the wide avenue. Ahead he could see the shimmering alabaster of First Order stormtrooper armor, led by a suit - a uniform not terribly unlike his own but rather than the trappings of a Moff it was decidedly a Colonel's. A gloved hand raised in greeting as Dante closed the difference. "Colonel. I love what you've... done with the place." A sly smirk creased the Moff's features. "I assume the registration of our newest denizens is going well?"

There was a distinct lack of blaster fire, explosions, riotous mobs... Dante had become all too familiar with the after action reports detailing the violent resistance encountered upon Skor II - something he was thankful not to repeat here. No, Sullust had seen the vacancy of the Alliance for some time. Enough time that it was his conclusion that the Coalition had deemed it inconsequential. The Order was all too happy to gobble up the industrial rich world.

[member="Konstantin Makarev"]​

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

The Colonels hand only slid when the Moff decided to address the man. “thank you sir.” The Colonel coolly repoloed before standing to attention. “You would be correct sir,” the Comonel offered, “We have managed to largely secure the scum and their compliance, some have.... offered some,” he paused to think of an appropriate term. “Reservations to our rule. But with a few examples most have pulled into line.”

He now took the lead, through the cosmopolitan avenues of the street, the stormtrooper derail having fanned out and now performing perimeter checks and patrols. “The citizens of this suburb aren’t stupid.” He added, “They’re inner suburban types.” He continued, “I would anticipate more resistance once we push registration to the outer settlements.” He continued, “For that,” he paused, and faced the Moff, “I’d like assurances.” It was now his time to make some demands. And if not demands, well, sternly worded requests.

“I don’t want Dosuun to start peeking into things that shouldn’t worry them.” He referewd of course to the First Orders cosmopolitan elite; housed on the Capitol. “I fear they may try and interfere with our progress here.” He added, “And should things get hairy, start supporting these damned... things.” He then continued, “I’d also like additional military support, and resources allotted to ensure that the Locals continue to learn their place.”

“Give those to me and my men, and I’ll break their spirit.”

 

[HK-42]

Location: Sullust
Accompanying: [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Objective: Kill Capture surviving Jedi
Other Known Meatbags Cowards Allies: [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Dante Calgar"] [member="Kou'ha Escala"] @Robogeber @Marriskcal Lati [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

Grievous had arrived here with Kyrel Ren separate from all of the other First Order officials, as he didn't exactly take kindly to their pompadour way of acting in combat. Straying away from it and bringing up the rear. Staying up in their ships to let their troops die. A real warlord faced his enemies from the front, in the fields of battle. That was one of the many reasons he enjoyed being with Kyrel Ren as a partner; Kyrel attacked head on and combined tactics and the force to destroy the enemies of the First Order.

His orders were simple, although he didn't like them. Fan out and Capture any Jedi he finds alive. He didn't like the order, especially since he was upgrading and purposely built to kill Jedi. He never imagined he'd had to capture them. Still, Orders were Orders. He simply gave his Master a standard "Yes Master" before walking off in a separate direction from Kyrel. Still in his sightline, but still pretty distant from the Sith Lord.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He was sure that if he heard that voice enough, he might feel repelled when it came out stern or with such weight. But if he were being honest, the mere sound was enough to bring him happiness. The years spent trying to communicate with her, between the rain and roof tiles back to the homestead, it was always a challenge. Not that he ever needed this relationship to be easy, quite the contrary, but the removal of that obstacle felt like something worthwhile.

He welcomed it, whether she was mad or not. And while there were precious little that held as much weight as an angry Cera, he imagined the turmoil of this moon might register.

Crossing back into the house, he was wearing the scuffed metal armor of the Alliance Vanguard. One hand was fixing the second saber to the small of his back, the other was eating the half-eaten sandwich. Delicious. To really punch the nonchalance home, he stumbled over his words as the masticated bread and meat combo rolled around in his mouth.

"Uhh, it's...it's not?" He facially shrugged as he avoided her eye contact, scratching his head. "Huh, I could have sworn...must be the old age-"

The communication rang and he got a prompt across encrypted channels, reserved for Galactic Alliance reporting. He tapped the communication device on the armor, brushing off a clump of dust, as he looked back towards Cera. It would be obvious at this point that he wasn't speaking to her.

::Alliance. This is Marshal Sionoma, currently unaware of the what is occurring over Sullust. All communication has been cut off. We won't hold out for long if the fight comes to Sulon, resources have been pushed to Baron's Hed for a last stand - what local's remain wont take kindly to a firm hand. Sensors are picking up ships coming into Sulon airspace. Assistance...would be appreciated.::

He clicked off the com, narrowing his eyes at the woman. His free hand gestured towards his armor. "What do you think? Lipstick on a pig?" It had been a while since he had donned it and he wasn't exactly in war-faring shape. The fields had kept him rigid, wiry, but he had thought of giving up the saber a long time ago. It felt heavy, like the suit, and he wanted nothing more than to not need it.

[member="Cerusia Shamalain"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Robogeber"] | [member="Karl Von Strauss"]

 

[Cerusia Shamalain]

The lense of irritation had momentarily blinded her from seeing the full picture. Gaze zeroed in on that sandwich in the man's hand with the open packaging on the counter sitting just within her peripheral, Cera stared daggers.

His birthday was just a day away. She even left a note.

Gabe wasn't blind but he was stubbornly oblivious - case in point: "Uh, it's ... it's not?"

Her right eye twitched, lips drawing thin. Cerusia closed her eyes as the man admitted to old age folly, opening them as his voice took a different tone. It was then that the details of his armor came into focus, the worn and aged metal only capable of reflecting the outside light of day in a pale haze.

Something's coming.

The irritation dissipated, settling into that tender section of knotwork still coiling round her ribs. She rubbed at her sternum, fingertips brushing beneath the compass he'd made for her years ago when finding her way had been a most impossible challenge. It was an issue that relapsed from time to time, but over the years it had become less and less important as other things slowly folded in to replace it. Time. Home. Love. A family that while not her own certainly felt as welcome as. Memories she could claim and, Cera thought as old images of another armored, faceless man filtered through her mind, not the remnants of a life that was not hers.

"What do you think? Lipstick on a pig?"

It drew forth a smile beneath a faintly furrowed brow, hand lifted to run absently over her mouth in mild, worried wonder. She shook her head.

"Is this it then?" a quiet question, eyes leaving the man to slowly survey the home around them. They knew it was only a matter of time before the First Order came to call. Spoke about it with the Edens on numerous ocassions. Escape plans, contingency plans. The knot in her chest grew tighter and, for the first time she could recall in this lifetime, Cera found her sense of belonging ... and suddenly, deeply lamented the loss of it.

Her gaze returned to Gabe and settled there, sandwich forgotten. For now.

...it's here.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Sentinal Training Centre
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Raiment of the Vigilant
@HK-42 [member="Amilthi Camlenn"]

Kyrel searched the grounds, the aura he had sensed in the Force was very familiar. It had been the all too familiar brightness he had sensed within the Force. That of all Jedi, he was close he could sense it in the Force. He approached further and as he searched there was more to the grounds than meets the eye. Grevious had kept his search, even though like all droids of his line. He hated the idea of capturing his quarry. He desired to kill and destroy. Yet he knew the droid would follow his orders to the letter, unlike most of his Order, Kyrel was a force of nature, following traits of what a common Sith Warrior or if there was a version of a Ren that was akin to the Sith Warrior arctype. Kyrel would be such a case. He was a weapon to be used against all enemies of the First Order, his devotion absolute and his retribution swift.

His hatred for the Jedi, apparent since witnessing the atrocities committed at the Battle of Kaeshana. He did not despise them for the brutality they shown, but the hypocrisy they shown in there own dogma. The Jedi he had studied in ancient texts that had predated the 400 year darkness. The Jedi he knew were admirable and devout believers of peace and guidance within the Force. Yet the Jedi of today had given into fear, into hatred which allowed them to be consumed by the dark side. Something to which he found distasteful and gave him every reason to purge them.

From what he could see, what he looked all around him.. These weren't ordinary training grounds, but a fortress. He was in some sort of large detention area, with the way he came in the only way in or out, ahead he saw a figure the source of the aura he sensed. Pulling out his blade, Vader's Bane. He ignited the blood shine blade, the servant awakening to serve it's Master once more giving him power only for the desire to kill and slaughter.

"Well it has seemed as if some that survived the Purge would come crawling back here. Surrender Jedi, and I won't have to harm as much as I have to at least." He said his voice sinister underneath his mask. Slowly encroaching upon the woman that was in front of him, no doubt his droid would catch wind and join him in the capture.

 

[Amilthi Camlenn]

Location: Abandoned Sentinel Training Centre
Tags: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="HK-42"]

Amilthi could feel a presence approaching. She noticed how her body had tense up as she turned around to the sight of a darkly armoured figure stepping into the room through the only door. The man exuded an air of suffering, of pain and anger, of unfulfilled longings that propelled him with tremendous force to collide with all that was around him. It was sickening, and Amilthi experienced a base desire for him to just go away and cease to be. And she was afraid.

It took a moment for her to be able to detach herself from these emotions, to note them, take account of their presence, but not be them. So noted, their grip loosened, and she found herself on steadier footing to deal with the situation external to herself.

The man ignited his lightsaber before he spoke, but did not come at her with force right away. She hesitated for the blink of an eye to shed her roomy overcoat in anticipation of violence. It was the wrong signal, but she could not quite bring herself to truly believe that she could find another way to stop the man's impulses, and it was unwise to encumber oneself. In her simple, washed-out tunic and skirt, not even the traditional garb of a Jedi, she looked like a perfect beggar. Her lightsaber remained in place on the sash around her waist.

"Surrender? What would it mean? I am not fighting anyone", she said. She tried to keep her voice calm and steady, but the effort it took gave her words an air of tiredness. "I have no part in your galactic games of conquest."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Gear: Armour of Ren | Lightsaber | Wristlink | Headphones
Location: Temple of the New Jedi Order

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Slipping the headphones up over his ears, the youngling stood just inside of the hangar bay.

Swinging his arms in large circles, the boy rotated his body around as he started to loosen up his muscles. The ride in the TIE cockpit was cramped and confining, even for someone his size. Performing a series of trunk rotations, the boy settled side-to-side in a series of deep knee bends that opened up the hip flexor.

With that done, the boy straightened up and then drew in a deep breath. With his headphones on, the boy was oblivious to any sounds of screeching metal, as he was the fact that the TIE fighter was now levitating.

He could feel the Force. Taking the first step forward, time seemed to alter around the boy. Slipping between the moments that existed between the passing of one second to the next, the youngling shot forward in a blur of inhuman speed that was accentuated by the preternatural grace with which the young Force Sensitive moved.

The temple was quite impressive, and also quite large. But, moving with Force Speed, the boy was covering considerable distance even as he moved like a cheetah on the hunt.

He could feel the familiar presence of [member="Marriskcal Lati"] ahead, so the boy moved toward her position. There were some other strange anomalies that he was tangentially aware of, but could not discern.

It also wasn't very unusual. The Force was more mystery than it was a tool. It just happened to be useful on occasion.

 

[Karl Von Strauss]

Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Kou'ha Escala"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"] |
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | Possibly: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Location: FIV Duchess, with FIV Anastasia as escort
Objective: Secure Sulon

Captain Von Strauss saw the lights on the edge of his holomap blink, he understood what that meant, seeing as it was constantly fed data via the sensors and computers in the bridge pits. It meant that there was something being detected by his ships long-range sensors. No doubt the Anastasia had the same data, just like every other First Order vessel within the vicinity.

::"Anastasia, this is Pixie One Actual. Reports of unidentified space craft have surfaced. Permission to conduct reconnaissance, and requests for weapons free if determined hostile."::

He had the Anastasia's audio go through the Duchess, since they were technically both his ships. Once he heard it he immediately responded, "Pixie One Actual, this is Captain Von Strauss. Permission for reconnaissance and weapons free on hostile targets is granted. Additional, units will also be dispatched to assist. May the Force be with you Pixie One." As Karl ended his message he ordered a squadron of TIE Defenders be put under the joint control of Pixie One and himself. The squadron left the underside of the FIV Duchess's deep gray hull and went into a V-shape formation behind Pixie Squadron.

"This Tempest One Actual to Pixie One Actual. We have been ordered to assist in any way you need us too."

 

[HK-42]

Location: Nearby the Sentinal Training Centre
Nearby Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Distant Allies: [member="Karl Von Strauss"] [member="Tao Liu Xian"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Dante Calgar"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Kou'ha Escala"] @Robogeber @Cynthia Alucard [member="Marriskcal Lati"]
Task: Capture any living Jedi.

Although he was only a good walk away from the Centre searching for any Jedi that could of runoff, Grievous heard the distinct sound of [member="Kyrel Ren"] activating his lightsaber in the distance, along with the sound of him speaking to someone. He sprung into action quickly, igniting his wrist blades and using his Jetpack to move over to the Centre. He needed to provide back up to his Master, Especially since he didn't know what the Jedi was capable of. He landed in the courtyard of the Centre and ran into the building itself, soon being right behind Kyrel Ren, towering over both him and the Jedi he found. "I see you've found our prize first, Master. Shall I rip off her arms and keep her lightsaber?" He did notice that she looked like a proper beggar, but if Kyrel Ren was pointing his lightsaber at her, then she must have been the Jedi they were looking for.

[member="Amilthi Camlenn"]