Populate Batorine Ram | GA Populate of Batorine and Xa Fel

[Spirit of Patience]

BATORINE AND XA FEL
AFTER THE WAR | THE RENAISSANCE ERA

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The Second Great Hyperspace War is over! The Brotherhood of The Maw is gone. The Alliance’s final siege on Exegol devastated the stability of The Maw and its leaders, one after the other, were eliminated. Victory over the planet meant victory over the entire war.

Already, planets beheld to The Maw’s cultish oversight have started to feel the recession and a future beyond strife feels achievable.

Even more so now that The Alliance is surrounded by the empty space of fallen enemies and the galactic superpower is free to revisit their plans to close the corridor. This time, instead of traveling through the lost worlds with fleets and platoons of war, they arrive with ship after ship to provide aid and relief.

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I - SCARS OF WAR | BATORINE​

In some cases, relief still includes a blaster instead of a bandage.

Batorine is a complicated world — a delicate balance of those who vye for the liberation and protection of The Alliance, and others who willfully corroborated with The Maw and Final Dawn in the Alliance’s incursion.

After so many years fighting for freedom and liberty, The Galactic Alliance’s tolerance for any threat so close to, and within, its borders is zero.

Both ground and aerial forces are deployed to subjugate remnants of The Brotherhood’s influence, and any lingering Final Dawn presence. Starfighters take to the skies to target outstanding military targets and keep the skies clear while coordinating with boots on the ground forces to eradicate the remaining imperial and cult zealots.

Meanwhile, the SIA is acting on intel gathered about a collection of prisoners of war, citizens forced to turn rebels, held captive in a Final Dawn prison. Agents and their accompaniments are deployed to break them out and restore those imprisoned back to their families.

II - WOUNDS OF PEACE | XA FEL​

Several ships from The Alliance are redeployed throughout the Kanchen sector to provide relief to the worlds of Xa Fel and Batorine.

Councillor Amani Serys ’, The New Jedi Order’s Chief Healer, was aware that The Herdship’s route would be leading it near the Kanchen sector and asked if they could align their relief efforts there alongside Alliance forces.

Beyond the Xa Fel traditional population that needs aid, there are areas that were subjugated during The Maw’s reign. The last time The Alliance visited Xa Fel, relief had to be administered subtly; and went terribly. Reports indicated that the slaves not only revolted, but did so because they were subject to darkness’ influence and so-called possessed.

The GADF has secured the camps, subdued the slavers and taken them into custody, but the prisoners require Jedi to help them find light and balance again.

II - BYOO​

Xa Fel and Batorine had been wartorn for years, there are many stories to uncover and lots of help to offer.

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[Jasper Kai'el]

Xa Fel
Tags: Gillom Rone , Open

Dawnbreaker | Shield Core​

There was a certain new kind of pressure that came with this mission. Relief had always been Jasper's end goal for when the Maw's tower of pain and hatred finally toppled. He had not anticipated being a member of the Jedi Council after the fact. There was certainly something about "Jasper Kai'el, Sentinel of Harmony" that sent chills down his spine at the mere thought. That he, not any other amongst his peers, was chosen for such an honor. It was his newfound dedication to rebuilding, no doubt, but the entire situation still felt so unreal...

"Coming out of hyperspace," Iota informed, the Dawnbreaker's AI caretaker. "Shall I give you a rundown of the latest reports?"

"Yeah," Jasper nodded, finally coming out of his daze. "Yeah, that would be great."

"A more direct effort has been made to liberate the labor camps on Xa Fel," she relayed. "That, I'm sure, you were already well aware of, but there's been a new development. A third party has been called in to assist with the relief, an Ithorian Herdship with a Jedi enclave. It seems that Chief Healer Serys has made a hail for coordination."

"Huh..." the knight frowned, scratching at the bridge of his nose.

He had heard of such ships before. There was certainly something about nomadic vessels that housed traveling mystics that captured the curiosity of many. An air of wonder and curiosity surrounded it. Perhaps he'd take some time to get to know this herd. They had a Jedi Enclave, right? Jasper figured it may be beneficial to seek out a connection and learn some things to improve his own relief efforts.

Coming out of hyperspace only made this sense of mystique grow. The herdship was, for all intensive purposes, a work of art. Being a builder of ships himself, Jasper had never seen a more finely constructed vessel. There was beauty not only in it's simplicity, but it's grand scale, and it certainly gained points for the warm vibes that permeated around it in the force.

"Right," he began again, patting the sides of his head to compose himself a little. "We should hail them. Iota, an open comm channel please?"

<Greetings! This is Jasper Kai'el of the New Jedi Order Council. It's an honor to have your Herd join the relief effort. Xa Fel has faced a lot of darkness. The resources and equipment of this craft are at your disposal. For sake of ease in collaboration, I'm willing to follow your lead. Over.>

That and he very much wanted to see the Herd in action. If they were as good as the stories said, Jasper was more than eager to assist them.

"Ready our transports and a security detail," Jasper ordered. "Iota, prepare to take command. I'll be going to assist efforts on the ground."

With a nod from the ship's AI, the young council member set off for a hangar, taking to one of the ship's escort starfighters, the H-99 Headsplitters they had custom made for project.

It was time to get to work.

Spoiler: Shield Core Details

It took me forever, but I finally get to roll out my big project that I've been building up to, though this is by no means going to be their big thread (that's for later ). The relief unit is open to Jedi and friends, and I plan to have the resources somewhere for ease of access and brainstorming purposed very soon, so feel free to use a few of the submissions I've linked in my own post like the H-99 Headsplitters. And you are very much able to jump in and use my general set up as a jumping off point for your own story in this thread.

 

[Valery Noble]

Batorine

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Capris Halcyon Corazona von Ascania | closed

Batorine.

The last time she was here, she led an incursion against an armory on the surface while another group targeted a small space station used to distribute weapons and supplies. Kahlil Noble had joined her on the ground at the time, and today he was there with her again, as they approached a town taken over by Maw cultists. But they weren't alone — both of them had brought along their Padawans to offer them experience, and because the Jedi Masters knew they could rely on them.

Their effectiveness as a team had already been proven on Xa Fel, and she hoped that it could continue far into the future.

"The town up ahead was taken over by cultists, but there's something else I want to prioritize," Valery said as she slowly moved up toward their target. "They have people captive who didn't want to join them, so our main task is to find and free them," she explained as she looked at the others over her shoulder.

"Let's stay together as long as possible, and find our way to them. It's going to be a fight." She shot them a faint grin and reached for the hilt of her weapon. The war was technically over, but she had always known that true peace would require them to keep going. They had to take down remnants and stay on top of things, or else they'd risk losing everything they had fought so hard for.

 

[Mago Leomax]

XA FEL
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"So you can see everything around you? Like me?" Mago asked.

"Everywhere my sensors reach, yes." Iota confirmed.

Mago was in a hallway of the Dawnbreaker, talking through a security panel. He had tried to enter the wrong room and got to talking with the AI running the place.

"Woooow~ Coooool~ And you can see in color, I'm guessing?"

"And infared, and thermal."

He slumped against the wall. "I would like to see color, someday, like you. Everyone talks about the colors of the lights on Coruscant or the flowers delivered to the Temple but for me it's just... there. The shapes."

"Like Sonar?" Iota asked.

"I... I guess, yeah. Except I don't have to make a sound, I just sorta know it's all there." He stretched out a hand into the air, 'seeing' his own arm and fingers. He saw his own aura around himself, and the aura of Jasper Kai'el up at the helm of the ship. He saw the walls but also the walls beyond them, and the floors and wiring in those spaces and all around. He saw the people and other Jedi onboard, all surrounded with an aura of The Force.

"As enlightening as this chat as been, it is time to head down to the planet's surface. We've arrived."

"Oh! Thanks, Iota!" He moved off the wall and turned left.

"Wrong way, Padawan."

"Right, I knew that!" He ran past the security panel once again. "Talk to you later!"

He found himself at a hangar. Man he really should have stayed with the group instead of wandering off. But he got to talk to an AI, and it wasn't in droid binary! So despite being late, Mago was still smiling like he had just had a good meal as he crawled into one of the H-99 Headsplitters. He took a deep breath and began flipping on switches. He rolled his shoulders and gripped the controls a little too tight. "Just like the simulations... Just like the simulations..."

 

[Cyran Vaas]

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Location: Xa Fel
Objective: BYOO Search and Rescue
Tags: OPEN

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Although a freelancer and mercenary by profession, Cyran did what he could to fight the good fight without bleeding credits. He knew of some bounty hunters like himself in the past, more honorable types. But they tended to struggle a lot more than their colder dispassionate contemporaries. Making it harder to do good. The zeltron did his best to thrive in the world he was in, without selling out or becoming a menace. To balance integrity and cunning.

Cyran wasn’t a soldier, he couldn’t fight the Maw head on. More like a vulture feeding on the opportunity of its corpse. What was left of its forces disorganized and scattered and easy prey for himself. But justice didn’t always come at the end of a blaster barrel, but instead through aid. Didn’t mean it was any easier though.

The bounty hunter knew a little bit of Xe Fel, enough that he steered clear of it. The world was nasty, and it scared it’s inhabitants. Even before the war Xe Fel was a wretched place to live for its sickly population. You’d think the senate would condemn the industrial planet for organics, no more than a skeleton crew of a few dozen like Mechis III was many years ago. Overlooking the massively automated factories and assembly lines. Instead the many sentients were left to pollute their own world to build hyperdrives for Kuat. Dropping their life spans down to about 50 years of age. Awful, but who was he to deem the planet unsuitable for its inhabitants, it was their home, and he could understand being loyal to it.

Cyran took a deep breath, counting himself lucky his helmet also acted as a breath mask against the toxic air. He was working hard with other rescue workers. With his gear able to act as a rapid response paramedic to a sight. He had some decent first aid skills, they came in handy if one of his bounties got hurt during or after apprehension. But now he was using it for a more noble cause. Along with his droid companions, a duo of floating prowler 1000 exploration droids cover and scan more area. A small team of pit droids, they were skittish, but could coordinate well and do some serious heavy lifting. Then there was his astromech R4-P4 piloting his light freighter and using its tractor-beam to move debris.

Cyran’s comms went off with the rhythmic whistling of his astromech. Informing him of more Alliance vessels approaching the planet and its surface. “Seems like the cavalry’s arrived lads.” He said to his pit droids, one of which panicked and folded up into themselves. Misunderstanding Cyran’s remark and thinking there were enemies coming. Causing the bounty hunter to roll his eyes under his helmet.

 

[Gillom Rone]

Xa Fel
Jasper Kai'el | Open​

Gillom Rone approached the bridge's viewport as his ship came into orbit around Xa Fel. In silence he studied the planet, finding a similar air of strife that permeated many planets he visited. Such was his duty, and the duty of his people.

The herdship Vonnuvi was no mere travel vessel. It was a living, breathing city. The interior was bustling with civilian activity. It was decorated with plant life; Parks and reservoirs that made it look more like a terrestrial society than a metal box. Herdships were the archetype of Ithorian engineering, playing a vital role in their society and ideals alike.

Gillom was pulled out of his musings by one of the crew, who indicated to him in Ithorian, that they were being hailed. He rumbled deeply, and listened to what Jasper had to say, <Peace upon you, Master Kai'el,> The words were translated through the synthesized voice of a droid, as he spoke only in his native tongue, <I am Gillom Rone, and this is the Vonnuvi. My herd. Your help is most welcomed. We'll be sending transports down to begin our work soon. Let us do what we can for the people of Xa Fel.> Gillom turned and nodded to one of the crew, and headed for the first of their shuttles.

The elder stepped out onto the surface of Xa Fel, his gnarled cane in hand. As an Ithorian he stood out among the already assembled, surveying the area with the advantage of his full height. Those who joined him on the shuttle were not just Ithorian, but various species: Keshiri, Epicanthix, Chiss, and more. Peoples that came from worlds subjugated or outright destroyed. Peoples that found new homes within the Vonnuvi. This herdship stood out for how staunchly its people dedicated themselves to efforts such as these. Today would be no different.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Xa Fel
Tags: Gillom Rone , Mago Leomax , Open...

Dawnbreaker | Shield Core​

<I am Gillom Rone, and this is the Vonnuvi. My herd. Your help is most welcomed. We'll be sending transports down to begin our work soon. Let us do what we can for the people of Xa Fel.>

Translated speech. That wasn't a huge shock. The Ithorians had their own complex language, after all, one which utilized their highly specialized throats. Still, the kindness of the words were apparent. It was clear that collaboration would be no real struggle.

<Just so you're aware, a padawan has gotten separated from the main group. Mago Leomax. I've directed him to the hangar and he'll be taking one of the H-99's to the surface.>

"Thank you, Iota," Jasper responded to the AI. "Uh, update the starfighter's autopilot data in case that doesn't go smoothly."

<You got it, boss.>

It wasn't long before Jasper himself was on the surface of Xa Fel. It felt like it wasn't to long ago that he was here attempting to hand out supplies from the back of his freighter. Things were different now. This time he had real planning behind him. That and the war was over. The Maw being out of the picture certainly helped. He was quick to land, setting down next to the Herdship's shuttles. There were a great number of Ithorians, but others as well. Species that belonged to planets that had been lost. Rebuilding really was their purpose. That much was clear. With a casual posture, though clear purpose in his composure, Jasper made his way to the eldest of the bunch, clearly the elder that had spoken to him over the comms.

"It's nice to meet you in the flesh, Master Rone," the council member greeted with a soft smile. Jedi or not, Master suited a wise fellow like Rone best, and Jasper had no qualms showing respect to other force traditions. "Our mobile med units and other supplies are being transported as we speak. From the looks of it, it seems some have already arrived. I'm sure we'll have our operation rolling in short order."

A faint frown came to his face as he looked out on what remained of Xa Fel. It was a mess. Bombing runs and darkside affliction had done a number on the world.

"I must thank you again for coming out here," Jasper continued, his smile returning. "I saw a great deal of what these people experienced at the height of the Maw. I'm sure you can feel the darkness still lingering in the air. It will be good to put that suffering to rest."

 

[Joseph Torson]

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B A T O R I N E_R A M
Scars of War

THE FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES

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When news of the Destruction of Exegol and the subsequent collapse of the Brotherhood of the Maw first reached the Maw Corridor, worlds such as Xa Fel and Selvaris erupted in uprisings as the people came out into the streets and attempted to reclaim control of their worlds. However in a brutal display of overwhelming power, the Final Dawn retaliated against the rebel populace, putting down the revolt and imposing martial law on the affected worlds. In the immediate aftermath of the failed uprisings, thousands of civilians-turned-rebels and slaves were brought to the neighboring world of Batorine in order to be sorted out and be transported further off-world to serve as laborers for the High Regent's next projects.

In order to ensure that this process would remain uninterrupted, the Final Dawn selected Fort Spear, an abandoned and worn down fortified military base once held by the Corporate Protectorate over two decades ago, as the main facility for the operation, with thousands of captives and slaves sent to Batorine before being further transferred into the Unknown Regions where they would never see their beloved homeworld for the rest of their lives. While the GADF's arrival at Xa Fel had prevented the Final Dawn from bringing in more PoWs and Slaves from the Planet, there were still thousands of individuals that had yet to be brought off-world.

In order to ensure that they could leave Batorine with as much people as possible, Fort Spear was further reinforced by a small naval squadron comprised of a single Star Destroyer and two escorting Cruisers while the original garrison of Sith Troopers were replaced with the newer and more Elite Purification Troopers, known for their viciousness on the battlefield against the foes of the Final Dawn. With Dozens of Turbolaser Turrets located across the walls of the Facility, around 100 TIE Droids at their disposal and a force of around 1,000 Purification Troopers it would take a great amount of manpower and firepower for the Alliance to even manage to breach the walls and make their way towards the hangars near the top of the facility, where the relocation effort was concentrated.

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Standing infront of a large Holotank within the Fortress's isolated Command Center, Joseph Torson watched over the holographic image that displayed the Prison Fortress and it's surrounding areas which included the Star Destroyer and Escorting Cruisers that hovered above it and the numerous Prison Transports that flew in and out of the Fortresses main hangars, carrying hundreds of unfortunate PoWs and Slaves off-world to serve as laborers of the Final Dawn. The Young Operative of the Hand of Judgement had been assigned to oversee the evacuation efforts at Fort Spear and ensure that all Personnel including Captive PoWs and Slaves and Final Dawn Soldiers made it out safely.

So far there were no intrusions as it seemed that the GADF and their New Jedi friends were focusing their efforts on providing relief to the people of Xa Fel. With the damage caused by the Orbital Bombardment initiated during the Initial Fall of Xa Fel and subsequent Bombing Campaigns by the Final Dawn after the destruction of Exegol, it would take years if not decades for Xa Fel to fully recover from the Second Great Hyperspace War, which was good for Torson as the Alliance's prioritization on Xa Fel would allow him to complete his mission at ease.

However, still concerned about the possibility of an attempted prison break-out, the young agent quickly came up with an idea that might help alleviate his concerns and ensure that the GADF's focus would solely be on Xa Fel. Turning to face one of tbe communications officer, the young Agent spoke, issuing a single command. "Contact High Admiral Hamilton, i have an idea he might like that could buy us more time." Torson said with a grin.

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Tags | OPEN​

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[Joseph Torson]

Ignore this

 

[Aculia Voland]

Objective 1:

In the space (far) above Spear Fortress, Batorine. ​

Batorine.

Aculia glanced down at the relatively unimportant, forested planet from the command bridge of the cloaked Zephyr, reflecting on the irony of the situation in which both she and her opponents today found themselves. The last remnant of the XIII Battlegroup versus a remnant of Final Dawn, almost like a reenactment of Tython, except on a much more pathetic and limited scale. Both the Elysium Empire and the Mawites had not done so well after the end of the Second Great Hyperspace War, shrinking to a fraction of their former size, but she was not fighting under her former employer’s banners today. She was fighting under her own banner today, working together with the Galactic Alliance…and…Jedi.

A slight frown flitted across her face as she thought of the latter.

Once, long ago…

She shook her head. That path was gone to her now. Too much blood. Too much seeing the underside of the Galaxy to believe in what they did now.

Her goal was not as grand as the Alliance’s, though she was cooperating with them. She was not there to make sure every prisoner escaped unharmed or to launch an all out attack on the prison or eliminate all of the Final Dawn’s forces-she was there to extract a particular subsection of them being held in the higher security section of the fort-relatives of wealthy businessmen, bankers, and politicians whose families were able to pay for their safe extraction. If some others managed to escape in the crossfire, good on them, but that was not the primary goal. She figured she had about thirty or so high value individuals to recover alive-and preferably in good condition.

Already, from the fair distance away above the atmosphere she was, a direct assault by her forces alone was ruled out. The large ISD and two heavy cruisers located above the planet ruled that out-she supposed if she was being paid a lot more she could get close enough to outflank them, launch a surprise attack of heavy stealth torpedos along with some of her heavier strikecraft, and maybe open fire with all her turbolasers afterwards to have a decent chance. But that was a lot of ordnance and risk which she was not being paid to do.

What she needed to know, really, before determining the appropriate forces infiltrate near to and assault the fortress, were a few things one could not easily see from such a far away distance. Where were some good landing zones for them to approach undetected by any outlying patrols, if any? What did the defenses look like, and where were they at their weakest? What level of opposition could they expect in the fortress itself-was it your regular run of the mill troops or more elite soldiers? Did they have any indication of significant aerial or armored support? All of that would determine how many of her troops she would bring, when, and where.

Those could be determined from the air if one could get a few reconships close enough, and she had already deployed her cloaked squadron of Black Arguses to quietly spend the last couple of hours using their sensors and cameras exmaining the fortress. She paced around the deck of the Zephyr as she did so, sipping a little bit of the Corellian firebrandy she favored as she waited.

What she really wanted to know would have to wait until she got much closer to the fortress. Namely if she was going up against any Mawite Force wielders-and their skill level-. The troops she had chosen to bring with her were veterans, she had been sure of that, but still far from what she would call elite at this time. She would likely have to take the lead if they encountered any of those unless she was willing to take substantial casualties.

“Ser! We have a report from our SAWACs!”

“Oh?” She said, finishing up the last of her brandy, placing it down on the command chair next to her. She would scour every detail of it as best she could. She hoped it would be enough.

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As Aculia’s pale blue eyes poured over the report provided, she placed a hand on her forehead, thinking carefully. Overall, it was mixed. Good news and bad news for her planned assault.

First was some good news. It looked like there was a forested portion pretty close to the back of the fortress where a sizeable amount of her troops could be landed with her stealth dropships without much chance of alerting the garrison, almost ideal really-there had only been minimal trimming of the vegetation and forest directly there. It was also located pretty damn close to the area where the earlier intelligence reports indicated her particular high value individuals would be located, meaning exfiltration would not be too much of a problem-the distance was not that far once they made it past the walls. A quick in, secure the VIPs, and a quick exit out, with cover provided by the trees and foliage. They would not have to try to assault and make it through the open plains and fields that also surrounded the fortress-that could be left up to the poor suicidal saps of the Galactic Alliance, who would likely bring too many troops too openly to follow her in to her spot.

Second, they had been able to spot from the movements and equipment of the opponents they were up against that they were not your regular, run of the mill prison garrison or troops. Though the pictures and intelligence was not conclusive enough to say for certain what unit they belonged to, they were definitely better armed and equipped than your regular troops. It was hard to put an exact number on them from the images, but if she had to guess, it would also be around a battalion or two. She had originally planned to infiltrate with just a small platoon, but it looks like she would have to bring the full two companies she had to hold them off while she accomplished her particular objective once the walls were breached-and attack only once the GA had begun their assault to distract the majority of them, since if it was just her forces, she would be outnumbered 5:1, possibly 10:1 by what looked like to be Mawite veterans. Thank the Force she had found a good landing zone where they could wait at their relative leisure to begin the assault.

There was, of course, bad news, and it was bad. Even though they would likely be able to get close to the walls and attack them at their leisure, her recon vessels were unable to make out any obvious or not-so-obvious structural weakpoints from the air, or even any real gaps in their air defense at all. Any attempted close air support to breach the walls with missiles or provide covering fire was suicidal for her own forces even considering the stealth capabilities of her two squadrons of fighters and bombers-they would be blown out of the air the moment they unstealthed, and even if they did get some volleys off, would certainly be shot down before managing to escape and restealth. The position of the ISD and cruisers meant that any attempt to use her cruise missiles-even if launched from stealth and not shot down by the turbolasers-meant the Zephyr would take horrific and possibly fatal counterbattery fire. They could not count on any kind of air support from her own forces.

Furthermore, the back walls seemed too thick for any explosives she could carry down to the planet with her infantry alone-it would have to be a grappling assault over the walls and a similar extraction out of them. That would not be easy under normal circumstances against regular troops, let alone veteran or elite troopers. It looked like there would be a hard fight there, and in many ways explained why they had not bothered trimming back all the vegetation and trees-the vehicles needed to breach them conventionally couldn't maneuver there to begin with.

Finally, the scans looking for any possible aerial or armored support they had to deal with was somewhat inconclusive. There was evidence from more of the fuel barrels and other associated accessories in the open that they would have to go up against some sort of vehicles, but whether they were aerial or ground based was hard to determine. She was going to have to bring in a relatively equal amount of anti-vehicle and anti-air launchers, not tailored one way or the other. That would only be a problem if the GA didn’t distract them and the balance was particularly lopsided one way or the other. But that was still a major risk to the operation-if they had to deal with a large amount of aircraft strafing them while they scaled the walls, the losses would be bad.

No air support for us at all and walls that can’t be breached by our infantry carried explosives. Not to mention we’ll have to scale the walls against what look to be a sizeable force of veterans. Spast, if we had to attack over open ground with just some smoke as cover…it would have been a complete massacre. The only saving grace we have here is our landing zone and objective aren’t too far away, we have a bit of forest cover, and the the ability to launch a surprise assault. We should be able to get our VIPs in and out if fortune favors us and our “allies” don’t mess things up too badly. And if they don’t have too many Force Users…

 

[Belsebeth Deyo]

Location: Xe Fal
Objective: Transport Refugees
Tag: Open

Bridge (Just before leaving Hyperspace)

-- "Got three minute till we enter the Xe Fal System Captain," A droid said from the navigations array, "Objective is within accounted guidelines."

-- A slow tap from behind the captains chair sounded mechanical and consistent, similar to the sound of a clock. The echo bounced off the consoles and hard surfaces allowed one to enter a trance. Snapping out of it, the Captain shook his head a little before responding. "Understood, keep close formation with our escorts and have the fighter wing on stand by should we encounter any trouble." He turned away from the droid to another bridge officer to his right. "Have Dusters with the dropships to process refugees and get them back on deck without issue, we follow GA search and rescue protocol since we are close to their space," The captain leaned back in his seat just peaking over his right shoulder to the figure behind him. "Keep a low profile, get in, and get out, right Executive?"

-- The figure that stood slightly above and behind the captain was leaning on the railing that was separating the two. They wore their white suite and the protective mask they were suppose to ware. However, they were bored. Sure helping people was nice, good for the soul as the Doctors said. She wanted to participate in the War, not watch from the sidelines and collect data. However, this was her lot in life, observe and report back to the institute and only get involved if directly confronted or opportunity arises. This was the closest they were gonna get to Alliance Space, so why not.

-- They looked towards the Captain. "Protocol is Protocol," Then nodded to the helmsmen, "We see anything more then Rouge Pirate Fleet, we get out of here and hit the nearest nav-point."

-- The Captain was about to respond when the droid interrupted. "Ships in orbit around Xe Fal, Alliance FF Signals confirmed, Exiting Hyperspace."

-- A light chuckle escaped from behind Belsebeths Blaster-Proof mask, "Well guess you just chopped a five year operation down to three months." The captain was speechless for a second and just looked out the main viewport, but before he could respond, Bel spoke up, "Don't worry captain, the Board had planned if the Alliance was here," Tilting their head forward to take off her mask, then looking back to the viewport, "Cant stay in the shadows forever right."

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• Space (After Leaving Hyperspace)
• Objective: Transport Refugees Assist the Galactic Alliance
• Tag: Jasper Kai'el Mago Leomax and Gillom Rone | Open

-- The dark space that filled the void around the orbit of Xe Fal was light up by the arrival of two capital ships of unknown origin. One Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier escorted by a smaller Solace-Class Heavy Cruiser. Though it was more like a small convoy and less a fleet, it did look like it could scare off any pirates that it would come across in the region. Battle scared and in combat repairs were prevalent and the Heavy Cruisers rear armor almost looked brand new compared to its bow. It looked like it had rammed some kind of smaller ship with half its port bow having decks exposed. Raiders and Pirates, defiantly not, but a merchant fleet that has seen too much combat more like it.

-- The small Convoy of ships broadcasted on an open Alliance Channel that showed they were at least members of the Alliance. The image of Belsebeth in her white suite but showing her face. Their grey blue eyes similarly matched her silver hear tied up with specs of blue glimmering where the light hit. "Greetings Alliance Vessels, this is the UTV Valors Hope, Fleet Escort for the 3rd Escort Fleet." The voice had presence and power, but there was still a feminine undertone that made it its own. "I am Executive of Security Belsebeth Deyo of the United Trade Conglomerate, we have seem to have stumbled on a mission of importance to the Alliance, though our capabilities are limited we are willing to offer assistance." The figure of Belsebeth looked down at their datapad and swiped upwards with their finger and looked back at the screen. "We are sending over a list of our available assets from our original mission and cargo should any of it be of benefit to the Alliance."

Spoiler

• 1x Division of Security Ground Marines​
• 3x Modular Medical Facilities​
• 10 Megatons of Food Consumables​
• 53 Tons of Medical Supplies​

-- The figure of Belsebeth had paused for a second before continuing, "We had planned to drop off supplies, facilities and food for residents and picking up Refugees if needed, However, as we are members of the Alliance while in Alliance space, we would like to request permission to assist with this operation."

-- There was a strong voice while Belsebeth spoke, but the smile never left their lips as they spoke through their holographic display. Their attitude was professional but soft and caring, blending into their image. Soft white skin with silky silver hair while wearing a sharp white uniform and glowing implants brightening up their collar. They bowed their head slightly without breaking eye contact and crossed their right hand over their chest, ending their holographic image and awaited a response.

 

[Mago Leomax]

XA FEL
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"Just like the simulaTIOOON!" The ship accelerated a lot faster than he thought it would. He zoomed past the deep blue energy airlock and out into space. Space was...

He had always heard it referred to as a void. But he had always been inside some large ship when off-world. Even the Dawnbreaker was huge and there was always something for Mago to 'see'. This... Nothing existed outside of the ship. Just emptiness. And his Force Sight only stretched so far. Soon even the Dawnbreaker was out of his vision. He was left alone, just him, the ship, and nothing around. He wrung his hands as he searched around. There wasn't a screen that displayed images that he could see through the force here, just glass. He wasn't even sure if he was moving, though the meter said that he was. Maybe... flying in space wasn't a good idea...

Then the ship made a couple of beeping sounds and the ship veered to the left. Mago did not have his seatbelt on. his face hit the glass as the ship returned on course. A monitor read "Autopilot engaged". "Yeeah, maybe that's for the best." He mused.

As the ship got closer to Xa Fel and with hard focus he was able to get a fuzzy image of it. Slowly becoming clearer it... This was a planet? It was more like a moon. Coruscant was massive and filled with people and buildings. This was... small and he couldn't really sense people from orbit.

The ship came down fully on autopilot, landing close to Jasper Kai'el 's ship. The ground and machines and buildings had him letting out a sigh of relief, just with their existence. It was comforting to be able to see things. He got out of the ship and made his way over to Jasper and the Ithorian. Mago wasn't the type to speak out of turn, so he stood nearby and listened.

There were a group of kids, a little younger than he, hiding behind the corner of a building to his 5 o'clock. He couldn't hear what they were saying but they were looking at the Jedi and Ithorian. Mago turned and smiled at them. They ducked back behind the building.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Alright. I'll pull their attention, and you three find the captives."

Seemed like a no brainer to him. Getting shot at and weaving through it was something he was pretty good at. And, well, he didn't want the Padawans in any kind of danger. The war was over, they still deserved to take it a bit easier. He flashed them all a grin.

"That'll be easiest, I bet."

Valery Noble | Capris Halcyon | Corazona von Ascania

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora's gaze slid between the two Masters Noble as their mission was laid out before them.

"Understood."

She nodded once, decisively. Rescue the hostages—it was a simple task, but simple didn't always mean easy. Especially when you were up against the festering remnants of a dark sided galactic power.

Leaning towards Capris, Cora murmured to the other Padawan. "I pray that this goes better than Xa Fel."

They'd been less experienced then, or at least, Cora had been. She had to be freed from the soul-sucking vines before they could consume her, and the shame of being a burden weighed on her now and again.

Kahlil's grin was met with a tight smile. Of course he'd be less concerned—he was a skilled Jedi Master.

Craning her neck, she squinted into the distance. Structures appeared on the horizon. Homes. Homes where people had built their families and lives. Her heart sank for a throbbing beat, never quite able to get used to the human element of war.

"Is that our target?"

Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Capris Halcyon

 

[Gillom Rone]

Xa Fel
Jasper Kai'el | Mago Leomax | Belsebeth Deyo | Open​

Gillom dipped his large head to Jasper as they now met in person, “Likewise, Master Kai’el. “It is good to finally meet one of Amani’s fellow Councilors,” His hovering interpreter droid said, while the priest spoke in a stereophonic tongue.

"I saw a great deal of what these people experienced at the height of the Maw. I'm sure you can feel the darkness still lingering in the air. It will be good to put that suffering to rest."

His eyes creased with sadness, “It is becoming an all too common trend in our time. Which is why we must do all we can to help those in need.” Worlds and peoples destroyed. Monsters and tyrants ever waiting for their chance to strike. The galaxy was always a perilous place, but it seemed especially so nowadays. At least the defeat of the Maw was a welcome change. “Amani hopes to see our efforts aligned much more in the future. With that hope, perhaps this will be the beginning of a wonderful union.”

A padawan approached soon after, but remained quiet. Gillom looked past Jasper towards him, and asked the knight, “This one is with you?” An easy enough assumption to make. What made him more curious was the transmission that came in following that. An anonymous figure wearing a full mask, requesting permission to be involved in the mission. Note exactly what the priest would have expected of Alliance personnel. He once again looked to Jasper, more scrutinously, “...Is this one with you?”

 

[Capris Halcyon]

TAGS: Kahlil Noble Valery Noble Corazona von Ascania
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"Putting yourself in the direct line of fire-" The girl cocked an eyebrow at her Master. Teasing, "That's your idea of easy?"

He was capable enough, self-sacrificial as always. But a part of her still itched to offer back-up.

Swatting away her mild concern, the girl recentered with a dismissive exhale. There were hostages to be rescued, and it wasn't like she was about to miss out on some good ol' humanitarian work.

At Cora's comment she exhaled an amused breath, "Yeah, you and me both."

Hopefully they could achieve what they hadn't been able to on Xa Fel. A thought which forced her to shake a spark of residual failure.

"Looks like it." She answered the Padawan's other remark with a cold edge. So many lives. Disrupted.

The churn of war wasn't going to abide by some "official" end. Exegol was only a line drawn in the sand, one that did jack-shit to tie up every other loose end.

With a glance at Valery, her hand thumbed the metallic hilt of her lightsaber, anticipation boiling over, "Do we have the go-ahead?"

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Wild Knights Flight Suit

Armed With: Gun-Works Sniper Rifle (Suppressed, Armor-Piercing: 7 Clips)

Dart Caster (Tranquilizer: 3 clips)

Nathan's Saberstaff

Equipment: Medkit, Antidote Kit, ammo belt

With: Soldier Biots (14)
Equipment: DC-15A (2, Rifleman)
DC-15S (12)
Type 11 Pistol (All)
Grav Grenades (3 each, All)
Energized Vibroblade (All)

Secondary Equipment: Ammo Belt, Medkit, Truth Serum Doses

Objective: 1


Two days Earlier...

Nathan fought against Westenra Mina , better known as Lynda, The Demon of Jedha, whose exploits were already being muddled by half truths and whole lies told by scared witnesses and sensationalists. More importantly, those exploits were being obfuscated by the chaos of Victory.

Lynda's Katana, gleaming and silver, smashed against Nathan's dark blue blade.

Nathan thought when encountering Percival Io for the first time that he was the single deadliest Anti-Jedi Droid he had ever seen. But upon encountering Lynda, he understood why she was called the Demon of Jedha. He wondered whether she or Percival would win.

Her blade work was equal parts savage and graceful, outwitting his own at every turn. Overwhelming his Soresu. She'd even worked out a counter to his teleport attacks.

Moya Virtu watched, arms folded as they sparred. Lynda had been persuaded to teach Nathan how to better combat Organic Droids. So far he was doing about as well as most Force Users who went up against a prototype creation of Nine Lives.

A relentless machine of creativity. Lynda did not let up, figuring giving him her very worst (or as close as she dared get without killing him or crippling or maiming him).

Again and again she drove him backward in the makeshift training room he had set up aboard the slowly being renovated Luxury Station. Again and again, he was disarmed.

"You're lucky I'm not a Nuetralizer. Even the most basic mechanical one could take your ass out, easy. I'm starting to think you got lucky at Exegol..." Lynda sneered as she tossed him back his Lightsaber.

Nathan was exhausted, barely able to stand. He collapsed to one knee, and Lynda snorted.

"You might as well just suck it up and join her at this point." she added derisively.

"If you're so good, how come you don't do the job yourself?" Nathan asked back in a cold voice.

"Given half a chance I will..." Lynda snapped back, clenching her fist, wearing a simple gray training leotard and stockings. Her eyes were bloodshot, as always.

"You? You might as well go back to the Padawan's Corner!"

"Attack me again..." Nathan said.

"No. You'll just embarrass yourself again." Lynda replied scornfully. "You're done for today. When you're ready to take things more seriously, then you can challenge me to another fight. Hopefully next time you won't waste mine."

Lynda exited the training chamber.

Moya went over and offered her hand. Nathan took it, pulled himself up from the floor, beaten and bruised.

"I know what's making it difficult..." Moya told him.

"What?" Nathan said.

"Your anger towards Lynda. It's sabotaging your every stratagem."

"She kick-started a massive wave of horror and death when she took in my daughter. Then she practically stood by and did nothing after she spiralled out of control." Nathan spat. "You have an excuse, Moya, at the very least. Your programming was compromised. Hers wasn't."

"Nathan...Lynda loved your daughter. I know that. But it's not like she could control her. And at the start... Laertia's rebellion made a lot of sense. But it's like a frog boiling in water and not noticing until it's too late. Besides...as you make your way, you'll find in this era it's real easy to hate Jedi."

"You think I haven't noticed?" Nathan questioned tersely, pulling away from her, leaning against a wall and sliding down it.

"In any era, being a Jedi is having a a Death Star sized target on your back, because people in general don't like to be told the truth, especially about where their own greed and short sightedness will take them. Or led them."

"Yeah? Is that it, Nathan? Or is it because Jedi only like to tell their perception of the truth about someone?" Moya questioned, getting closer to him, hands on her hips.

"Be careful with that sentiment, Nathan. You know why? Your daughter said something very similar to me once. Only she used that argument as a justification to slaughter your peers."

Moya left him in the chamber, alone.

Present...

Lynda, despite their mutually acidic antagonism, had offered him a ride to Batorine on her Warship, the Realm of Demons, an upgraded Bulwark Battle Cruiser. The inside of it was an eerie gothic dungeon in terms of aesthetic. Nathan had been alone in the guest quarters of the castle like interior, going obsessively over the landscape maps. A number of large war camps of Mawites. Final Dawn patrols suspected to be hiding in the woods.

There was a ring at Nathan's door and he opened it, finding Lynda waiting for him.

"What is it?"

"The troops who will be accompanying you are waiting in the hangar." Lynda growled, clad in her skin tight red armor. "I... won't be accompanying you to the surface. I'm going to manage things from here, on the ship."

"What's wrong?"

"Whatever madness that powered me where the Maw are concerned...it's still there. I...I don't wanna wake up old demons. Or as you would put it, go full psycho. So I'm sending personnel who can remain more...objective...than I can..." Lynda explained.

"Oh." Nathan began walking to the hangar, only for Lynda to grab him by the arm. Not hard, but firmly.

"Whatever hate you hold for me, don't extend it to my little sisters. They're only following orders. They know nothing of our squabbles."

"I'll be nice." Nathan promised tersely.

Lynda narrowed her eyes.

"...ish..." he added quickly.

Lynda nodded and turned her back on him, starting to head to the bridge

"Lynda." Nathan called out.

Lynda turned, scowling.

"What?"

"What was it you loved the most about Laertia?"

Lynda blinked.

"She accepted me...even knowing what I am. And she fought for what she believed in, independent of the Jedi Code's mandates."

"But it was mainly because she accepted you."

"You could never comprehend how that feels, Nathan, to someone like me, being accepted and loved by someone who should have been repulsed by me...and would have been right to be repulsed. I'll never get from anyone else what I got from her. That's why thinking about her treachery is a pain that will never leave me."

Lynda walked off. Nathan headed to the hangar.

Nathan raised an eyebrow, spotting voluptuous, bronze skinned identical women with long brown hair tied in braids, wearing mixed camo pattern armorweave catsuits with black weapon harnesses and ammo belts. He himself wore a Flight Suit of his own design.

"Mister Crownwraithe..." the lead one spoke politely. "I'm Dulcinea. I'll be your spotter."

"All Biots?" Nathan asked.

Dulcinea nodded. "Born to Kill."

"Does that come with at least a few hobbies on the side?" he inquired, tone completely deadpan.

"Does knitting count?" Dulcinea asked innocently.

Nathan shrugged. "It's a start."

"Awesome!" Dulcinea exclaimed happily. "Let's go, Sisters!"

The goal was simple. Do as much damage to remaining Final Dawn and Maw assets as possible, particularly, assaulting some sort of tomb uncovered in an urban center where a large number of Jedi were under ambush, and evacuate trapped Civilians if possible. But the real battle was to just plain crush enemy personnel. They'd leave the crazy prison raiding to someone else.

Nathan had exited the hangar in a Bacta-Works Interceptor . This was his own first effort at a mass production starfighter. He had his company build 15 of them and supply them to the Battle Cruiser. The Biot Squad also launched in these fighters.

"Alright. While we're still up here... let's kill some starfighters..." Nathan said.

All fighters switched to SLAM Mode and their fighters hyper accelerated, where they would soon encounter a mix of mawite starfighters.

"Engage at will..." Nathan spoke deciding to chase after a particularly well armored fighter...

 

[Valery Noble]

Batorine

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Corazona von Ascania Capris Halcyon | closed

"We're going to need a bigger distraction than one person," Valery said while she already began to lead the way with the Padawans, "I'm going to hit the other side of the town and split their forces, create some chaos." Kahlil had the nigh impenetrable defense and could keep himself safe for a long time. But Valery was the sword to his shield, and she'd go on the offensive to make sure the path was cleared.

"Cora, Capris, we trust you both to secure the captives. Stay active over comms and let us know if you need any help." They probably realized it a little, but this was somewhat of a test as well. An opportunity for them to show that they had learned and developed themselves as Jedi.

Valery wanted to put them in charge, as long as the mission remained the priority.

So while Cora and Capris headed towards the building with captives, Valery circled around and jumped up high above the buildings to draw attention. The two twin blades of her saberstaff ignited, and without giving them much time to respond, she closed the distance to attack. At the same time, Kahlil would find himself targeted by a large group of cultists with weapons ranging from simple blasters to strange daggers.

Cora and Capris would have an easier path into the town, but as they spotted one of two buildings with captives, they were left with a difficult decision — to split up and hit both at the same time, knowing there would still be guards to handle or hit one at a time together.

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Batorine
Objective: Guide the paddies
Tag: Thelma Goth / Julien Lucero

"Come on you two, keep close"

On the ground of Batorine a group of Jedi was en route to a vital dam that supplied precious water to a number of large towns on the planet. Silas, who had been tasked to retake and rescue the workers had been assigned two padawans for this mission. One was Thelma who he had grown close to as of late and another was Juilen, a padawan that Valery Noble had given him to provide much needed experience on the field. As long as he trusted in the force and listened he'd get through it just fine.

Moving closer to Thelma he gave her a brief gentle squeeze of her hand "How you holding up?" he asked softly as they walked, his eyes looking ahead to the large dam in the distance "When this is all said and done, dinners on me" he said with a wink before looking back to the younger Jedi "Everything alright Julien?" Sias asked as he slowed down a bit to talk with him "It's fine to be nervous if you're feeling the pressure. Doing it for real takes time to get used to, trust me I was in your shoes at one point"

Silas remembered well the first time he saw conflict. It was on Ilum during a standard patrol with Valery where they encountered a giant, murder warm who was agitated that they had stepped in its territory. This however was far different than what Julien was coming up against. These enemies fired blasters and did whatever it took to gain power. It wasn't a huge test for Silas, but a decent one for a padawan who had limited experience on the field.

"If you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask me or Thelma to give you assistance. We're all in this together right?"

​

 

[Thelma Goth]

Thelma's mind was a million miles away as she walked to the site. She was thinking about the mission, and how strange everything was now that the Maw had been defeated. Though lingering cells remained, there was a sense of futility to their movements, an impotence. It felt too easy...

Her train of thought was interrupted when Silas gave her hand a squeeze, pulling her back down to earth.

"How you holding up?"

"Fine. How about you?" she asked him with a smile.

There was another Padawan with them, a boy named Julien. Thelma didn't know anything about him, nor had she had much of a chance to get to know him yet. Thus far the one thing she'd noticed in particular about him was his short height - a trait she also shared. But whether the two would find solidarity in being small remained to be seen.

"When this is all said and done, dinners on me."

"Oh, you don't have to do that..." Especially since he knew she had to eat a lot of food, she didn't want to wreck his bank account. Thinking in purely practical terms, it took her a few more seconds to realize he was asking her out on a date. "I mean, uh... Dinner sounds good!"

Nailed it.

"So... How are we going to do this?" she asked, gazing out at the dam.

Silas Westgard Julien Lucero​