Breaking New Ground (GA and Friends)

[Sieb Tevv]

The Galactic Alliance convened in a large, circular chamber below ground on Sullust. They'd called upon all their allies, the Kathol Outback, the Silver Coalition, and the Galactic Republic. Men and women of all different nations, wearing uniforms of vastly varying colors gathered here upon the seats in the chamber. They all met to discuss one single point.

The next step in the defeat of the One Sith.

A short Sullustan stood near the holotable at the center of the room, his rank insignias indicated he was a rear admiral. He nodded and smiled at those before him, until at last everyone was seated.

"Gentle beings, by now you all have heard of the battle against the One Sith. The first offensive victory against our foe in recent memory. We may have knocked the wind from their sails, but the war is not nearly over. You represent the united free peoples and liberty loving folk across the galaxy and it is upon you and your people that we call for aid. We are about to embark upon a campaign toward which we have striven these many months. The target is Coruscant.

Our enemy is battle hardened. They will be ready. They will be waiting. We must not fail. Now, let us discuss the plan for the final approach."

(OOC: thread open only to those with IC leadership positions in their factions)

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Rasu Gan"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Coruscant...

So that was their plan, to strike at the heart of the One Sith. It was a bold plan, one which would undoubtedly drag thousands upon thousands of lives from existence in hope that they could begin to push the Sith out of the Core Worlds. Yellow hues pierced through the darkness of the room, the form of the woman remaining standing, preferring that to sitting. Her arms crossed over her chest as she took a deep breath, a finger softly thudding against her forearm as she tapped it quietly.

The Galactic Alliance had taken hold of the region that was thought secluded, and now they sat upon the door steps of the Order. She figured herself lucky though, at the very least they didn't seem to have decided that the Order was worthy of their attention; or was it that they felt the Order was too small to waste the power cells. The very fact that Feenix now lay within the influence of the Galactic Alliance was irksome. This little gathering though had caught her attention and while she had her hesitation; a little voice in the back of her head telling her they were gathering to plan a cleansing of their territory. Knowing though that they planned to take on the One Sith alleviated those thoughts, yet they remained.

Paranoia, to a point, was still healthy. After all, how long could an Order that wanted to see both the Sith and Jedi Orders destroyed, survive? For now she would remain quiet, staying in the corner and holding close the shadows as she listened. That was one thing that she picked up in all her years of life, to listen. Many could talk, they could throw words around, yet it was those few that understood listening that would truly succeed.

"The One Sith... and Coruscant."

She mumbled to herself, her fingers dancing upon her lips as if trying to touch the very words. If the Galactic Alliance could manage to pull this off then they would be seen as heroes throughout the galaxy. If they failed, then the question of lives lost and the blood upon their hands would be immense. Decisions such as these were never simple, and any who have said otherwise were fools.

[member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"] | [member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Aela Talith]

Aela stood quietly next to Sieb, trying her best to maintain a stoic and calm visage. She knew some of those were were attending, and some she did not. The last time there had been a meeting like this she had been there as well, though oddly enough it seemed like each time one of these was held there were different attendants. The Jedi Marshall figured that it was best not to question that, especially considering that these are all supposed to be allies of the Galactic Alliance, something that they now more then ever were in desperate need of. She watched for a moment, still maintaining her silence as the people within the room began to speak in hushed tones about Sieb's anouncements.

Coruscant was the ultimate prize, no matter how you put it.

Quite literally the planet was the center of the galaxy, as close to the core as one could get without dodging copious amounts of black holes. The planet was a massive economic, industrial, and commercial center with a larger population then some outer rim galactic governments. Trillions of people lived upon the great city world, and liberating it from the hands of the One Sith would be the greatest victory that anyone could achieve. Aela knew that, everyone in this room knew that.

Her eyes flicked to two members of the 5th Legion who stood within the back of the room. They had accompanied her as a sort of personal guard, and odd thing that she...wasn't quite used to. She supposed that if things got a tad rowdy they would come in handy, but it was still a strange thing to think of. Her gaze once again shifted, this time to the woman that spoke up about the One Sith, parroting what Sieb had just said. The Marshall's lips pursed in thought, trying to put a name to the face.

When she couldn't place it she made a motion to one of the soldiers, small an unnoticeable.

They would be able to identify her, hopefully anyway.

It was important to know who everyone in the room was. Not that she didn't trust these people, if Sieb had invited them then there was surely a reason for them to be here, but caution paid it's own due, especially now that they were so close to attacking Coruscant itself.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5n7TYagWfA​

Sullust Space Traffic Control wasn't fooling around. They were wary of the Mandalorians, especially one with his reputation of aiding Darksiders. It wasn't entirely false, Draco had participated in the battles of Contruum and Balmorra, even on Lujo against the Alliance. Dark times had come through his life, and many of his 'friends' had been Sith throughout his travels. Some he still considered friends, like Carach, but most had died or changed. Even after his travels and his time spent working to bring himself back from the darkest pits, it was all for himself. For his own peace of mind.

True redemption would come from actions. Securing Alderaan against the One Sith was one action, an action that placed the Mandalorian Clans as a significant threat to the One Sith if it came to whole sale war between the clans and the Sith, but Draco knew that was far from likely. The Clans were still in turmoil, with individual ones able to stabilize but the organization as a whole having yet to solidify and unify. His other acts wouldn't be known, nor his reasons, though some of these people would be able to guess why he was trying to turn his life around.

The Galactic Alliance searched his shuttle, opening up cargo bays, looking for hidden ones under the floor panels and pat searched he and the crew. There were some weapons on board, mostly side arms and nothing over the top. Other than the fuel in the shuttle, there wasn't anything remotely explosive. Draco was on Sullust to continue his actions of redemption. The Mandalorian knew he would never be devoted to the Light, he was a warrior who enjoyed battle and conflict, who desired it after too long on the sidelines. But, he also knew he could never devote himself to the darkness and suffering again.

When they were scouring him and his ship, he mentioned [member="Ryan Korr"] to the soldiers of the Alliance, telling them he had an estranged relationship with the Jedi Grandmaster. Now he stood on the ground, not detained or in a detention center yet but not free to go further waiting to hear from someone with the authority to let him in or send him away. Truthfully, he knew that the Jedi Grandmaster knew him only as a Sith, at the time he had even being going by his name Darth Vulkan instead of his true name. So much had changed since then.

He had fallen to the depths of depravity on Lujo, the last vestiges of his humanity driven into a cold dark corner with the scream and horror unleashed on that battle. Weeks of rest and recuperation on the outer rim had only partially brought him back, and it wasn't until he developed a kind, and balanced relationship with the Princess of Alderaan did he gain the clarity to understand he had to pull away from the soul sucking darkness of the Force. Even that relationship had initially started with his crueler self wishing to deal a blow to the Republic, and only after having his eyes open did it become genuine sitting aboard a ship above Alderaan.

He didn't come back on his own, and his travels took him to Voss, to the temple of Mystics and then to the deep core before he rid himself from the full extent, the manifestation, of his evil and cruelty. But, he wasn't sure where he belonged in the galaxy yet. He was a Mandalorian, a warrior, devoted to a family that prided themselves on keeping the peace. It was ironic, but he would hang up his sword tomorrow if he could.

'Never get soft in peace time.'​

Words spoken to him by an old mentor, now returned in a new body and new vigor for adventure and life. Draco was riding a thin line at the moment, unsure of where he belonged in the Force, unsure of if he could come back from the Dark Side and not slide back into the pit. All he knew was what he wanted out of life.

[member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Sith. She had no true love for them. They had ravaged her home, put the people to work for them, and sent millions to exile. The Galactic Alliance was going to strike at the heart and Faith had to be part if it, had to hear the plan, and offer whatever she could.

The Thrantas Revenge moved through the black of space to Sullust, and a meeting of leaders. She had no idea that Draco would be there another reason he needed an assistant.

Faith had a proposal in mind if what was discussed actually meant taking on the Sith, not just dancing around them. Faith put her hands in her lap, change, courage, and a will were needed.

Faith was tired, long day long flight. She closed her eyes until the Captain signalled they were near and clearance given to land her ship.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Sullust.
This isn’t how Kira had imagined her return to the capitol of the Galactic Alliance, a place that in the past she had called home. Of course she had just been an idealist back then, a young lost soul who needed structure in her life and the means of purpose that the newly founded Alliance had to offer. It was different now however.
She was a Jedi, a General and overall had grown up faster than a maturing Rancor. Sullust it seemed had gone through the same transition.

She stood within the little hidden room, a refuge within the deep depths of Sullust with her flank guarded by the fur mountain that was Charlwook. The Wookiee having sworn himself to her after the events of Yvara, a debt that she didn’t fully understand but was more than happy to accept. Others around the room held rank, insignia and all. Kira did not.
Her position within the Galactic Alliance was nothing but a citizen, yet within the Underground she was respected enough to be here.

The problem was that listening to what was on offer had put her on edge, an attack on Coruscant was something that could not be taken lightly. In fact wasn’t it the very thing the Underground had been striving for in all its years of operation? Yet the Alliance had attacked Coruscant before, she had been there, on the steps of the Sith Temple watching as people died in the scores around them, as members of their own forces bombarded the temple despite the names on the ground. It had been a bloodbath, a bloodbath that the Underground could not afford if it was to go wrong.

Charlwook growled something under his breath, Kira’s eyebrows raising in question. “It’s war Char.” She gave the Sullustian a good look over. “A war the Alliance seem to be winning, but your right. No one seems happy with it.”

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

All of a sudden a holocommunicator would signal an incoming message. Upon accepting the call the blue hologram of one Thurion Heavenshield would appear, all decked out for battle.

"Greetings, friends from across the galaxy! You must forgive me for not attending this meeting in person - the Coalition is mustering to liberate Ruusan from the Sith. I'm afraid the One Sith are not the only who call themselves 'Sith', and these ones have yet to be tested in battle. I suspect their brethren will flock to their banner to provide aid, but we'll be hitting them hard and the numbers are on our side.

We've also gathered some intelligence regarding the One Sith that their eastern flank is vulnerable, most likely thanks to your provocations in the west. Even they can only direct their might in one direction at a time, as I suspect they are not keen on fighting a two-front war. For now, however, the Coalition will seek to extinguish this new threat to our borders before it too grows beyond our control. The last thing we need is yet another Sith faction the size of the One Sith."

Thurion then turned his head as if being spoken to by another. "Copy that," he said before finishing off his message.

"My friends, I must take my leave. The shuttle is getting ready to take off. I pray that your meeting will prove fruitful and that your future liberation of worlds under Sith rule goes well. May the Force be with you," he said before bowing once more. "Grandmaster Heavenshield, signing off."

The hologram flickered before disappearing.

[member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]​

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Sullust.

It was a hot and generally unforgiving world. Despite its hostility though the Galactic Alliance, a group who shared his beliefs about the Sith, had colonized and made the planet their home. Since its modest beginning the old Mandalorian had aided the Alliance in one form or another, either with troops to aid in their fight against the Sith or simply with various sums of credits quietly whisked away from his company and personal accounts. It was strange though, as most of the other clans had stayed almost completely neutral in this Galactic war the One Sith was waging, sometimes even HELPING the Dark Side aligned faction. Clan Skirata, or more accurately Gil, however had seen firsthand what the Dark Side can do to a person and all around them. His wife and then only child were taken from him by the depraved mind of a Dark Jedi, the Sith had ravaged his homeworld and his people time and time again under several banners. He didn't see the Force as merely a tool like many of his vode. No, he knew that it ran deeper than that and that what the One Sith represented was wrong and he knew that their lust for galactic domination would turn its lustful eyes on the bountiful world of Mandalore soon enough. And so here he was. While Mandalore was not an Alliance world, he hoped one day they would be. A powerful coalition of different cultures and creeds to stop any extragalactic, intergalactic, or supernatural threat, that's what he hoped the Alliance could be.

Now he stood on the outskirts of the small grouping of people who felt the same way, or at least masqueraded as such. The holotable lit up the room with its pale glow, illuminating the faces of all involved, as long as they weren't wearing a helmet like himself of course. He took note of all that had arrived, most of them he knew from intelligence reports, some he knew on a more personal level. Many in attendance were high ranking Alliance personnel. Others like himself, Heavenshield, and the Jedi Master known only to him as Shmi were simply allies with pull. He was surprised to see Draco among the attendees, but then should he have been? He was still wary of the "ex"-Sith Lord. Despite his return to Mandalorian Space, much of his dealings were very well kept under wraps and even those surface dealings seemed dubious to the suspicious old man. He was sure he was still in contact with most of his Sith contacts, but to what extent he didn't know. He had learned his lesson with Isley to never trust a Sith.

When the Sullustan Admiral began to speak the room silenced itself. Maybe this would go better than other coalition talks he had been to in the past? He could only hope.

The target was Coruscant, the One Sith's current capitol planet. A bloody trophy placed up high for the entire Galaxy to see. The original assault had been brutal and despite their attempts at recovery, the Republic had failed to take that world back, it had also taken the life of his friend Ordo and twisted him into something unrecognizable, even after the Dark Lord was expelled from his body the wound was still evident in the hermit of a man. But for the Galactic Alliance to be so bold as to claim to have a plan to retake the world from the clutches of the One Sith...It brought a smirk to his face.

[member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Shmi Labooda"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1NZcH2haIM

Sullust... How long had it been for him? Time was still a fickle and fleeting thing really, particularly in a linear sense. But he had returned to the place he had helped fill out and in certain cases establish and build. Here he had come as close to being a true 'Jedi' again as ever he would or could he supposed. He had drawn the Jensaarai into their fold further thanks to [member="Veino Garn"]. A brief period trying to revive the Green Jedi. He still stuck to their ways, but the Corellian people seemed to be too scattered and disparate. Without their home to keep them holding together, the aspirations of one man were a failure as an impetus. That was why he was so intent on attending this meeting... Galactic Alliance calling for aid and convocation to combat the One Sith....? This is what the Galaxy needed, in his estimation.

However, he was not here as a Jedi Master of some great government, not this time. Not martial aspirations or dreams of greatness. The Galaxy for now could easily go on and persist without him. Truly, he was adrift and without direction, and had settled into the Kathol Outback to try and help the various disparate groups there trying to make life for the common man in their corner of the galaxy. That, if he wasn't deluding himself anyway, was why he had chosen to come back into things. These Masters, Grandmasters, Generals, Admirals, Marshals and the like weren't a bad sort. But they often forgot who they were here for. He had, and still did, on occasion. But maybe, with a foot in both world, he could help keep a voice of balance in the mix.

Turning to his friend, [member="Kira Vaal"], and the best pilot he knew of short of [member="Jorus Merrill"], he spoke quietly to her, deciding for the moment to not announce himself. His tattoos, silvery metallic vines and swirls, shimmered at the nape of his neck and where they peeked here and there. Reminders of his journeys in the Outback, of what he had learned and what he had lost.

"Did I hear these folk right? Coruscant? Are they daft? Do they not remember the last time they went there?"

[member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] | [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Shmi Labooda"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Taeli remained quiet as Admiral Tevv announced what the target of the next extension of the current campaign was. Coruscant... it had been a long time since she had been there. A memory of saying good-bye to her sister Melori flashed before her eyes, but she dispelled it with a shake of her head. She didn't need that to distract her right now. While she was a member of the Alliance's New Jedi Order, today she was here to represent another organization that was allied to the Alliance. As head of Aurora Industries, she was here to show Directorate support to the Alliance cause, as Reshmar and Gir Quee were busy in other parts of the galaxy.

The assembled crowd of Alliance members and allies stirred as Coruscant was mentioned. It was ambitious, and if successful, a brilliant shift in the power dynamics of the galaxy. They had raided Coruscant in the past, but this was going to be different. Dulvoyinn itself was a game changed, the first real major defeat the One Sith had suffered in a pitch battle... the first world they had lost. Hopefully, it had severed their supply line to their western territories, further weakening their hold.

She was sure the plan would be bold... daring even... and Taeli already had an idea on how she would help liberate the world from the iron clutches of the Sith at last.

 

[Tarrlok]

Her figure stood masked in blue light, as she couldn't be there in person. She was currently participating in the Invasion of Ruusan, but she made the effort to attend this meeting before they dispatched. When Coruscant was spoken, it ripped through the crowd that gathered...it had been a couple of years since that dark day, but even still it we remember it as if it happened just yesterday.

When the crowd stirred behind her, she lowered her head and brought her right hand up and allows her fingers to curl around her chin. Her appearance would be one of deep thought, as she thought of the situation further in her head.

"I was there when Coruscant fell, the galaxy' capital, and the seat of the Jedi...It hurts me when I imagine the Jedi coming up in their careers who will never witness the temple, and those people who lost everything in the carnage. There's so much baggage left over from the loss of Coruscant, and while some people will jump at the idea I think it's best we think it through. I'm certain you have..."

She held the rest of her words for a second, a paused which seemed longer than it appeared.

"Currently I am dealing with a new Sith threat that creeps upon Coalition and Wild Space borders...but you will have our support. I have hope. I will muster those I can. May the Force be with you all. Grandmaster Labooda out."

Her transparent figure lowered its head in a bow and disappeared.

[member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Faith Organa"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Faith heard it finally the feed coming through to the ship as she listened, as well as she could while traveling and on a delay. They were not in hyperspace but she was close enough that she could go to Sullust to meet with them.

The Galactic Alliance was the same group that [member="Cecily Demici"] had mentioned to her back on Naboo. Faith remembered many things about the fall of Coruscant. She remembered how her Uncle Ordo was changed and her family.

She also remembered that Bella said their father did not return from Coruscant, it was imagined that..he...died there. But again no one knew if he had, but since he did not return. Well.

Faith got up and walked to the Captain, "I need to be able to send a clear message, can we put down somewhere"

She did not know what was close but surely there was something.

While the Captain worked to put them on the ground Faith worked on what she would say to the Alliance.

An hour later she was preparing to send the holo.

"I am Faith Organa, Ambassador from Alderaan. I have heard what the Alliance has planned. We of Alderaan have no love of the Sith for reasons the galaxy already knows." If they asked she would admit to being afraid though.
Faith paused she knew that trouble could come from the moment, but the memory of what her home looked like and what had to be done just to be able to walk from one building to the next.

"We of Alderaan are interested in knowing your plans. Many of our citizens would welcome the chance to support an effort that works to free the core from the grasp of the Sith. I'm interested in hearing your plans since our home is so close to OS territory"

She had to understand that if this offensive failed her home would surely be in trouble, one particular Sith would likely make sure of that if they knew she offered help.

Captain Lindsey stood there watching the young woman he had watched grow up, he nodded, "Do you still wish to proceed to Sullust?"

Faith stepped off the pad, "I don't know how much more can I offer to them. If they have questions, I'm sure they will contact us."

He nodded, "Yes Mam"

Faith felt the weight of the world of Alderaan on her shoulders she prayed for right now she did not know what else she could do. "Let's wait a bit" She sat down, pondering the other things she could do. "Find the Knight Errant I'd like to talk to him"

[member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Kira Vaal]

Others began to have their say around the room, opinions and thoughts on a topic that up until now had been deemed an impossibility. Yet through it all Kira kept a cool head and stood, listening, observing and thinking. Her arms had crossed her chest by the time the gruff voice of [member="Julius Sedaire"] met her ears, the young spacer’s eyebrows raising in agreance with his words.
“You heard right.” She let out a slight sigh. “The problem is I don’t think they do, look around these faces aren’t the same Galactic Alliance.” Her hand ran along her arm instinctively tracing the area where on Coruscant she’d been wounded and the memory of pain came far to easily. “However you got to admit the ambitiousness of the plan could actually work.”

Charlwook gave a small series of grunts causing Kira to shrug. “Of course we’ll help them Char, it’s just how much can we afford. The Underground has its own problems, innocent people in the outback will suffer if we start sending our resources half way across the galaxy to fight in a war that has escalated beyond resistance.” The Wookiee gave another noise, this time apparently trying to get [member="Julius Sedaire"] to put in an agreeance with him.
“I understand that Char, the fall of the Sith has always been a priority but we’re not talking a little border skirmish to stop supplies, we’re talking a damn siege against their very heart. We need to weigh the odds for our entire faction as a whole.”
Charlwook made a slight laughing chuckle. “Well yeah, of course we will be going, but that is because we owe it to the Alliance. Me and Julius aren’t hear to make personal decisions though, we’re here to decide if the Underground and in extension the Outback as a whole send forces to the core to defeat the Sith. For now I’m interested to hear more of the facts.”

She turned back to Julius. “What are your thoughts? I mean it’s a big ask I don’t know if we even have the resources they’d be asking for?”

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Aela Talith"] had always been more of a figurehead for the New Jedi Order than he had been. Whatever qualities the young woman held would be needed more than ever now. Jacen was more reserved that usual, his fingers twitched and he tapped his toes.

Coruscant was the greatest reward, but also carried the most risk. For him on a personal level as well as the Alliance. Coruscant was home, coruscant was family. Why had that report come through just days before they started to build momentum for the drive to the jewel of the galaxy.

One of their agents had managed to get inside the system of recruitment used by the One Sith to find new Force users. A name had come up: Voidstalker. Apparently his son was using his name instead of his mother's once more.

Jacen didn't know how log they'd had him in their grasp, or even what they had taught him to do. What he knew was that there was a good chance that the Sith would use any tools at their disposal to fight a losing war. He also knew where he was supposedly being trained.

The Marshall knew he should have put emotion aside, now more than ever. But this was a responsibility he had to take. The location was one of their key targets to take and turn into a forward operating base for the press into the most heavily fortified Sith locations. A number of men would be heading deep into coruscant and striking up into the heart of the Sith and Jacen would go with them, before leading the assault on the recruitment centre.

Jacen sighed. He listened to conversation going on around him, though he felt detached from it all. I need to go and talk to [member="Gabriel Sionoma"].

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He absentmindedly pressed a thumb against the center of his palm. Where his brother had the mouth of the Voxyn arm, he had the raised edges of a scar that would never go away. It seemed funny to him that no matter what he did, he could pull parallels between his life and his brothers. It was a rabbit hole with an entrance slick with mud - easy to fall in and tumble down. The same sort of mentality might have been what pulled him towards insularity in his recent history.

Once a strong opponent of the Sith, particularly the One Sith, and an ever constant presence on the battlefield. But with the ceremony of his defeat, crucified within the bowels of the Lujo Mountains to the sound of [member="Darth Carnifex"] laughing and mocking and leaving for the sake of humiliation, he had retracted back into his safe place. Not truly taking to the Marshall position as he should have, he found comfort in raising children and improving the world around him. What sort of a man could a man be, if he took what he was given and didn't make it better? But as he stood in this secret meeting between leaders, he was reminded that of the times spent trying to redeem himself. And how, when redemption was within grasp, he couldn't hold on into it. But that would be the recent past, soon enough.

It was time to enter the fray, to once more make a difference.

Coruscant. He let the idea roll over in his mind. He hadn't been able to take the fight to the One Sith on Dulvoyinn. That was a simple wound to the ego, as he recalled sitting in the magma cells of the Galactic Alliance and making that very recommendation. And how he suggested turning to Tython next, it was all coming back to him. But cutting into the very capital of the One Sith? It was a bold move and even bolder message. But if the rumors were true, the One Sith were running around with no head to guide them. He wondered how they would take such a gesture. Hopefully poorly, if his memory were to serve as any guidance.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he listened to those talk about the plan. He heard whispers and people turn to their companions, discussing the matter privately. He looked towards [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Aela Talith"]. They seemed quiet, allowing others to speak. It was a burden to charge into war, one not so lightly carried. Gabe let out a quiet sigh as he steeled his eyes towards the presentation.

 

[Republic Engineering]

Mere days after their Victory had been proclaimed in the void above Dulvoyinn, Alliance High Command had believed their best course of action was to capitalize on the momentum earned in that battle and strike at the festering heart of their greatest enemy. It was a solid idea, at least theoretically, but putting it into practice was going to be a logistical nightmare. There were far too many variables that needed to be considered, the first and foremost was going to be a way to reach the Capital of the One Sith Empire. Voyaging through the Centre of the Galaxy was dangerous in its own right, as there was a myriad of stellar anomalies that could easily tear apart an Armada before they had time to react. While the Military had secured the first step towards the Core Worlds, it would do them little good if they couldn't establish a stable pathway through the dense clusters of the galaxy's oldest stars. That was where their newly acquired 'assets' from Dulvoyinn had come into play. Through the subtle application of 'polite conversation' and 'gentle persuasion', Alliance Intelligence was able to construct a three-dimensional StarChart of the Central Regions.

It was that very same map that had materialized atop the central Holotable, bathing all that stood before it in the soft sapphire light. With a data slate in hand, the Captain removed herself from the shadowy alcoves of the chamber and moved towards the middle of the room. Clad in her pearlescent battle dress, she offered curt and respectful nods towards those that stood in her path. Friends, both new and old alike had populated the room and turned their attention towards her as she made her approach.

"I know many of you have other things to do, and preparations to make, so I'll keep this brief." The Hapan made sure to annunciate every syllable, and modulate her tone so that her words could easily be heard. Sliding her fingers across the crystalline surface of her slate, Astarii had transferred the data that she had been working on to the central terminal - showcasing declassified and segmented information to all that were present. A scrolling feed of Alliance Naval vessels had appeared on one side of the projection, detailing the names and designations of Warships that were allocated to this Battlegroup. The same had been done for the various elements of the Alliance Army, along with their listed commanders. Several unit names were blacked out, as per standard military protocols - even though there was nothing but allies within this room, the Alliance still had secrets it wished to keep.

"We've received multiple reports from our Agents in the field, detailing that the One Sith Empire had slipped into a State of Decay. They're leaderless and have recently begun recovering from a staged Military Coup. The Enemy is weakened and distracted, providing the perfect avenue for the Alliance to make her move." The projected image zoomed in on the Central Planets, focusing solely on Coruscant and her neighboring systems. Hyperspace routes were marked out in a different color, drawing attention to them, rather than the subtle blue hues that surrounded the holographic lines. "Available assets from across Alliance space will be activated for this Operation, and divided into Two Taskforces. Alpha and Omega." As her words spilled out into the chamber, two emerald triangles had appeared on the hologram, each bearing the aforementioned designations. "Taskforce Alpha will be spearheading the advance into the Core Worlds by taking the Byss Run into the heart of the Tetan System, and then the Koros Trunk thereafter. However, such an approach will be met with a bulk of the One Sith's Navy, and Taskforce Alpha will be engaged by the Enemy at the moment of reversion. That's what we expect, and what we've planned for; this is our Revenge for Dulvoyinn." Glaring pointedly towards the Holographic image and watching as her words were given life by the computer's generated graphics, a prideful smirk had curled across the Hapan's lips.

"Once the battle is joined, and Taskforce Alpha has their attention, Omega will drop out of the Agricultural Circuit and hammer the enemy from their exposed flanks. With the One Sith crippled in that sector, the two units will then combine and spear into their defenses at Foerost."

Letting that smirk despoil her disfigured face, the Captain turned her gaze towards her Superiors, signaling that her briefing was complete and that should questions arise - answers would be soon to follow.

"Once they're through, Coruscant awaits."

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Hairs upon the back of her hair began to slowly raise; as if warning her that she was being watched, or something felt out of place. She knew exactly what it was, Force Users, the lot of them. Her fight or flight response was gearing up, her pace beginning to quicken and prepare her for conflict. Her mind though was tearing through multiple emotions, many of which were switching between the calm serenity of a quiet pond, and the torrential churning waves of an ocean. Quietly her left arm slipped down, her palm coming to rest upon the hilt of her blade, what little good it would do her. The damned thing was only Durasteel, no match should a lightsaber become invovled; then her mind pulled her towards those.

Her right hand slipped down carefully, finding the slender hilt beneath one of the overlaying pieces of armor, her fingers tracing over the carefully constructed and crafted weapon. Then again, if it came down to it was it even worth drawing? She had no formal training, and in that moment her mind found a quiet place, the memory of a certain someone. She was glad that she was part Epicanthix, at least in that moment none would be able to peer into her mind or thoughts. None would see that at the center of the calm pond, the focal point that began to ease her emotions; was a woman, a young woman.

Hiding her face as best she could, a soft smile slipped across her lips as she thought of [member="Fiore de Noir"]. The woman had been close, though in that moment she had decided to attend this meeting herself, and her own thoughts were beginning to cause her to wander what the kark she was doing. Taking a deep breath, the air drew across her lips before slowly slipping away as she exhaled. Calming herself, though remaining vigilant; after all, she was standing in a den of Force Users, who would come to her aid?

It hadn't even dawned upon her that the room had become bathed in the light blue hue of the holographic projector, messages firing quickly across the span of the galaxy and flickering away just as soon as the final words ceased to exist. Her mind returned to her slowly, drawing her back into the situation carefully. She though was still cautious in her own right, stepping back to ensure that her back was pressed to the wall. A quick flick of her eyes drew her attention momentarily to the exits, noting their exact location. Her fingers slowly tapped upon the hilt of her blade at her side, a soft rapping upon the stylized hilt to calm her further.

All she could do, all that she needed to do was to listen and watch. There was nothing more to be added or said, and it seemed like the others had been doing a very good job in doing such. They were planning a large offensive, and if it paid off, if it worked then it would be a turning point. Taking Coruscant could be the foothold that would push the Sith from the Coreworlds... and replace them with the fractured Jedi Order. The thought dug into her, and she held her tongue as she listened to the plans upon plans that were lain out before them.

It was one thing to remove the Sith, it was another to replace them with another sect of Force Users. Those upon Coruscant had their fill of Force Users, worlds across the galaxy had; though they seemed to be forced to deal with the Force.


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