Public Crisis on Cato Neimoidia | ATTN: Jedi

[Madison Starr]

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The Bellaguise - Concord Pelta Class Medical Frigate​

Orbit above Cato Neimoidia​

Part 2​

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Travot Ravenna and Lanyria came aboard the frigate to meet Jax Thio and Madison Starr.​

"We don't know."

Padawan Starr answered Knight Revenna's question. She didn't know him. She didn't know the Nautolan either. But this was business. And she spoke like it was just business.

She walked over to the computer stations that lined the cockpit's outer hallway. There were eight of them. Each with a duty officer hunched over their station pensively. Pretending not to be listening. Pretending that anything was better than being cramped in here right now. Just waiting.

Madison put down a burrito on the computer station and motioned for Jax to take it. She'd picked up two downstairs. This one was his. Then she turned. Garbbed in soft, wool Jedi robes down to her knees. And nodded back to Travot,

"We're waiting for news from the planet. We've got agents on the ground already. And... When we get a better picture of what we're dealing with? Of... What the government wants us to do? ...Then?"

She paused and unsheathed her own burrito and took a bite. One of the duty officers gave her a somber look. Jealous, or hungry, maybe.

"...Then. We'll figure something out."

That was the plan.

For now. They wait.

"Sir!"

One of the duty officers rose up quickly as his screen flashed. Jumping up and pushing through the crowd. Opening the cockpit door and nodding to the ship's Captain. Funny. It was so sudden that he startling all the rest of the officers. Tense nerves. I guess.

"Sir! The Emerald Undertow just warped in. It's Admiral Quee."

You could hear their loud military voices clearly from the cockpit.

"Fine. That's fine." The Captain grumbled slowly. Urging the man with a calming gesture to settle down. "It's fine. We knew this was serious. We were all expecting somebody would show up. It's fine. Just relax."

"Ah. Yes sir." The officer replied sheepishly. Then paused. As if he didn't know what to do next.

"It's fine. Go sit down. If the Admiral needs a Medical Frigate? He'll call. ...So. Relax." The Captain sighed and motioned for the man to return to his seat outside. Then, he returned to reading his book. Quiet as a ghost.

Madison sighed too. Watching the embarrassed duty officer slowly slide back past them all and retake their seat in the corridor. A few chuckles from his teammates ensued quietly. An overreaction. Probably. Who needs a Medical Frigate when nobody knows whats happening anyway.

For now. They wait.

Padawan Starr turned back to Travot. Unwrapping her other burrito and shrugging. Almost uncaring.

"See. The big guns are already here. Heh."

She took a giant bite of her burrito and looked down at the computer's electronic read out of the planet below. Watching dozens of small starship's and possible Jedi allies arriving at the cities' airspace. All flying right into the dark heart of this terrible mess. Mm.

All flying right into the unknown.

"See. Nothing to even worry about." She almost smiled.

What could possibly go wrong.​

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[Dagos Terrek]

This time he was ready. This chit would not go down the way Roche had. Nothing would ever go down that way again. He was suited and booted, ready for conflict. Dressed to kill inplace of being dressed to ill. The Silver Jedi had provided something for him to wear so he could stop ruining his wardrobe. He didn’t think it was the most flattering outfit but he was here to do hero chit not pick up a date or hang with the homies. He’d even remembered to grab one of the sabers that the order provided. He was truly ready to get down.

He thought there was supposed to be some kind of briefing before they got planet side so he found his way to where he thought that was supposed to be. As he walked an announcement came over the speakers. Jax was here! And he was leading the team! Dagos hurried to the bridge practically running. Jax Thio was someone he had been around several times in the last year or so. Dagos has learned saber combat from him and even found out that Jax was related to Caltin Vanagor , another Jedi that Dagos looked up to and got the honor to learn from. Even more than that Dagos’ own master Jairdain and Jax had something going on and that made him almost like family in Dagos’ eyes.

Dagos came onto the bridge and saw that Jax already had an audience. Travot Ravenna and a Nautolan Two Jedi who were also at Roche. It looked like they too had answered the call today.

Dagos resisted the urge to run over and give Jax a hug or a dap or whatever. Instead he played the polite padawan.

“Master Thio! It is great to see you.” Dagos said with a wide smile as he settled in near the rest of the group.

“What up! I’m Dagos.” He introduced himself to the others that may not have known him.

Madison Starr

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: The Bellaguise - Concord Pelta Class Medical Frigate, Cato Neimoidia
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Madison Starr, Dagos Terrek , Travot Ravenna

Jax was still fixated on that disturbance but was momentarily distracted by a burly Jedi and his Padawan. "Ah Jedi Knight: Travot," Jax gave him a warm smile while putting his hand out for him to shake. "Heard a lot about you, your reputation precedes you."

He also gave a curt bow to his apprentice: Lanyria. "Hello there," Jax said. "Better learn as much as you can from your Master, the key to becoming a good Jedi to be inquisitive. Ask as many questions as you can and show him respect and the two of you will have a fruitful relationship."

Jax then turned his gaze towards Travot. "That goes for you too," Jax said. "Show her respect and adjust your teachings based on what she can and cannot do."

There was another disturbance in the Force, as Jax frowned and took the Burrito that Madison gave him. "Do you all feel it?" Jax asked the group while he took a bite of the Burrito. "A darkness that's hiding somewhere, it has something to do with Cato Neimodia I just can't get a bead on this."

Nothing more frustrating by not knowing what the disturbance in the Force is. It was like trying to scratch an itch around your shoulder blades. Just then Gir Quee appeared out of hyperspace along with dozens of Starships. They had their guns pointed to the planet; Madison felt a little relieved, but Jax remained skeptical. In war, one must always keep their guard. "Don't relax Madison," Jax warned. "And focus, you should already sensed that disturbance by now. Be ready in case something goes wrong."

And based on personal experience, something ALWAYS goes wrong.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , Mikhail Grayson

There was a strange air drifting across At-La'o. Calls of distress were coupled with the chaotic echoes of panic as the Jedi began to converge on the area. Heinrich knew few of those that had come, but he could sense them all the same. If this were another situation, the number of Jedi present would provide a modicum of comfort, but despite their presence, something felt wrong.

Heinrich eyed the train network as they made their approach, wondering why it remained functioning despite the lockdown.

"Something isn't right, Mikhail. I sense we may be walking into a trap."

Their shuttle was flying low, keeping their approach covert as they maneuvered across the skies of Cato Neimoidia. Heinrich wasn't going to go into this blind, no matter how desperate the situation was. As they made their approach, a sudden crash came from inside the ship. Heinrich's head turned, half expecting to see the face of an enemy. Thankfully, it was that of Eina.

"Eina, I'm glad to see you. We are fine... for now. I suspect we'll need you, though. There's dark machinations afoot, and there isn't much time."

His gaze fell back to the train network for a moment.

"Eina, see if you can get onto one of those trains. We need to know why they're still running. Mikhail and I will maintain our distance, for now. If something is amiss, we'll have to coordinate our efforts, and I will not have us get stuck in the city until we know where we'll do the most good."

Heinrich began saying a prayer to Ashla, hoping that they could get answers before things got completely out of hand.

 

[Vizion Trozky]

E N D - O F - A N - E R A​

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LOCATION	EQUIPMENT	OUTFIT	THEMES	TAGS
Onboard The Set, above Cato Neimoidia​	Two Lightsabers Golden-Bladed​	Jedi Robes Medium Armour​	Into the Fray​	Briana Sal-Soren Romi Jade Lossa Aureus Iris Arani Justice Lesan ​

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This wasn't his first conflict, and he doubted it would be his last. Such was the life of a Jedi.

Nerves that shook him as a younger padawan were now smoothed over by the particular focus the task required, fostered by several years of Jedi teachings, and the compartmentalisation that underlaid it. It was the same calm that saw him bait abhorrent beasts into an all-too-narrow alleyway on Naboo, which in retrospect along with all his efforts that day, hardly seemed enough - no-one had felt that more than the woman that took control and addressed them first - which was why he had requested more time from his Master, more time to prove himself, before closing this chapter of his life. As Briana spoke, he felt more admiration than concern.... whatever happened to her in the weeks after that fateful day, it had caused a change. He could swallow the worry her silent absence had caused.

But he couldn't pretend nothing had happened; thoughts he needed to put away, for the sake of the mission. While the 'floor' was ceded to Master Jade, he glanced sidelong at the Zeltron beside him, who looked unsettlingly like his oldest friend (if a bit pink and purple), feeling the anxiety waft off of her in waves - he could remember that feeling and that his own Master had counselled him through it, at the time. But then... that had been more than a decade ago.

When Romi asked after their readiness, his eyes snapped to her, "Ready as can be, Master Jade," he replied, then turning his gaze to the one person in this ship that he knew better than anyone, as he stood and straightened out the dual hilts on his belt. "I'll stand watch and keep my senses open for any encroaching threats when we're on the ground, as it were - it's part of what I'm trained for - while the rest of you get done what we're here to do."

And if need be, his blades would come of use.

 

[Alars Keto]

Dod Palace

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The horn helmed wretches wandered the palace grounds, shambling forth like the dead. The dark followers rarely spoke to one another, often stopping only to ingest meat from fallen prey. Despite the savagery and their unholy hunger, the grand majority of the population remained untouched, pacified by threat of mutually assured destruction.

Beyond the misty depths out in the palace horizon, the monorails moved with ultrasonic speed each carrying loads of their own. Bomb or ballistic psychopath it made little difference. Their demands were foolish, with the sudden arrival of the Jedi from across the galaxy and the Concord effectively shutting the system down it was only a matter of time.

Time. The great enemy, the unstoppable force that now played into the hands of the enemy. Tick tock.

In the darkest depths of the palace, the one known as Kryll spurred. Eyes like the dead glazed out from the throne room’s spectacular view.

<“You may begin.”>

 

[Dagon Kaze]

CRISIS ON CATO NEIMOIDIA
THE GREAT ERROR vol. II
Issue #13

At-lao' rooftops,
Cato Neimoidia

The Knight pinched the bridge of his nose. Help was flocking to Cato Neimoidia in droves.

And Dagon Kaze didn't like it one bit.

He remembered well and he would remember forever the last time the Jedi congregated in one place. The Sacking of Coruscant. One of Darth Solipsis' many imprints of death left on the Jedi. On the galaxy.

"...I have a bad feeling about this." his apprentice echoed his sentiments.

He couldn't help but feel that there was something deeper beneath the Bando Gora's bloody masquerade. Whether it was the Force or his investigative gut, it didn't matter. What mattered was that the situation could not be solved by simply throwing numbers at the problem. It would only exacerbate it.

If it was only me...

He shook his head. Dagon Kaze had always preferred to work alone. Not out of some sense of superiority. Quite the opposite. His failures taught him that the best way to minimize collateral damage was when those he protected were as far as possible away from him.

But today, he wasn't allowed to do so. And if he strayed, Jem would be quick to remind him of their near-death experience over Adrathorpe. Together we are stronger, she had told him on the Prosperity. Aeris would've told him the same and since his recent induction into the New Jedi's council, she made sure to remind him either subtly or not. But a leopard can only change his spots so much.

The Jedi had learned the virtue of patience through his uncountable times on stakeouts. Hours, hell even whole days, perched upon a rooftop. But patience was a virtue they couldn't afford now. Time was against them and the more reinforcements that arrived the faster the grains of sand flowed down to the lower bulb.

The Knight had to take some form of control over the situation. He had to expand his methodical ways to the others, help them where he could.

Assessment, Assembly, Action. The triple-A rule.

He glared over the holographic projection of At-la'o, Arthur providing the feedback from all kinds of reports filling in the missing details of the map. A large chunk of the Jedi were moving in on the fast-paced trains circling in and out of the city.

Diversion...

...and if it's not... there'll be hell to pay.

...but if it is - what are the Bando Gora truly trying to achieve?

Then his eyes shifted to the list of landmarks dotting the bridge city.

Dod palace.

The Bando Gora, the Sith, even your run-of-the-mill thug were all a superstitious lot. Even Darth Solipsis. The prophecy of the Sith'ari, the patterns of strikes on locations tied to the Jedi. The Bando Gora and their supposed leader couldn't be any different, right? The cult's leader had to be there. Or so he hoped.

One by one, Kaze.

He cleared his throat and opened a line to the allies spearheading groups - Romi Jade , Gir Quee , Finley Dawson, Heinrich Faust , Jax Thio .

:: This is Dagon Kaze of the New Jedi. :: he quickly introduced himself, then continued,:: A lot of the Jedi are rushing to stop the trains but we also need people to secure the bridge lines holding the city up. There are two crucial... fracture points on each side of the lines - don't need to tell you what that means. Admiral Quee maybe you can send specialists in... or Jaxx, you could take on that. Whatever you do... hurry. Time's running out. ::

Then,:: Romi, Heinrich... when you secure the trains-- :: because he sure as hell hoped they did, ::-- look for anything that might help us stop the Bando Gora here and now. Communications, records, manifests, any data, really, that can give us a better scope of the situation... and how deep this thing runs. ::

:: ... we're gonna head into the city itself. Dagon out. ::

He brought his hand down and looked around.

:: Jem, how far behind are you? :: she had been tasked as a picket. Watch and clear their surroundings as they moved towards the palace. Somewhere up ahead was Zaka and he planned on catching up with him.

Alars Keto Valery Noble Kahlil Noble @okalotoftags

 

[Mikhail Grayson]

Ashla’s Will
Objective 2: End of an Era

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“ Eina L'lerim-Vandiir it’s good you are here.”

The Essionian turned to his master as he observed the trains, “Master, I must protest this.” His eyes linked with his master’s as an expression of worry gripped his visage.

“If we don’t act, needless lives could be lost. Let me either help Eina or take recon in the city. Maybe I can help.”

His ears peaked when Dagon Kaze came over comms.

“Kaze!?”

A look of surprise, he looked between Eina and Heinrich Faust .

“How many of us are here!?”

Boom!

“By the Ashla!”

An explosion rocked the skies above, a single tower fell as the base exploded separating it from the bridge city into the abyss below. A single structure lost, the city remained untouched and steady.

“Scans aren’t picking up any life in the falling debris. This was a warning. They aren’t playing around.”

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Cato Neimoidia​

Objective: Head of the Snake​

Valery: Appearance​

Outfit: Factory Link​

Lightsabers: Link!​

Tag: Kahlil Noble ​

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"It's former Miss Shadow now, sweetie." She corrected with a playful grin.​

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Valery had taken point to get them into the city, which hadn't been the most difficult considering they were with only two. But offering relief at the choke points would be nigh impossible, and any action they took inside the city could have huge consequences. The Bando Gora were a ruthless organization, so they were more than capable and willing to kill innocents if they felt threatened.​

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"He's unlikely going to be roaming the streets, nor will he be entirely alone. The Bando Gora are essentially Dark Side cultists, so where we sense a concentration of them is a good bet. I'm also guessing it's going to be some place of importance." With that, she began to follow her senses in the direction she believed to lead towards Alars Keto . ​

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Carefully, they moved through the shadows of the streets, keeping their own presence in the Force suppressed to avoid being detected as Jedi. But while their target was in the direction of the grand Palace, they soon felt their senses alerting them of a threat closer to them​

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A pair of cultists were forcing a group of frightened Neimoidians into a building somewhere further down the street. Valery stopped and frowned, turning her gaze to Kahlil again.​

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"We should step in before they can rob those people of their free will as well. But be careful, they are typically trained assassins." She tapped her lightsabers to make sure they were secured and ready to be drawn. Then her eyes shifted back to the cultists, who had now disappeared into the building. It was likely they were going to us their drugs and Force abilities to control those people, which would make liberation attempts of the city vastly more difficult.​

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"Ready?"​

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[Kahlil Noble]

Dark side cultists.

Well, at least they weren't Kanites. He let out a sigh regardless. His lightsaber had been tucked away in his jacket, out of sight. Out of most minds. His actual lightsaber, recently reforged with a heart of Kyber. The pair sped down the streets, keeping as out of sight as Kahlil could. He certainly was the hindering part of Valery Noble 's stealth. The only time he'd ever been good at hiding was through sorcery. Sith Sorcery.

Not something he was going to use again.

Yet he felt it when she did. People in trouble. His lips thinned, his gaze on the apartment building. ".. You sure? The cult has the city strapped with bombs. Word gets out we're here, fighting them, what stops them from blo-" An explosion cut him off. His eyes widened as he stared up to one of the falling buildings. No loss of life, that much he could sense through the Force.

But the implied threat was there.

"Val.." His gaze shifted to her, then to the apartment. ".. We have to be quick."

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The First and the Light of Ashla
Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and the Fjölkyngi Smiđr Guild​

Location: Cato Neimoidia
Objective II.: End of an Era
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Writing With: Mikhail Grayson | Heinrich Faust | Open

[ Flúgva valkyrjur á val ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Eina just turns her head here and there for a few moments. She didn't even have time to look out the cockpit window. The Valkyrja had no idea where they might be. She looked out the window, forward. She had never seen a place like this before, so she couldn't tell. She spent most of her time in the Ashlan space and was occasionally in the territory of the Eternal Empire and was once on Coruscant, but the truth was that the girl wasn’t on too many planets yet. She looked at one of the moving trains. She was able to do it, possibly; but it will be painful, just like her current arrival. But if there is a shield around the train, she is unable to get in in an easy way.

She would have just answered when Mikhail preceded her that he did not recommend this and he protested against it. Moments later, an explosion occurred outside. Through the Force, she felt the people there die, as death is attracted and summoned the Valkyrja, it calls to them, so that was not surprising. That way they knew where to go, where the battles in the Realspace. The more people died in one place, the more that place attracted Valkyrja to that event.

"Six hundred and twenty-four souls were there." she said in a distant, empyrean voice.

Most of the time, she didn’t show how it relates to death. It means such little things as now. After all, almost no one asked. They just accepted that the dead would be taken to the afterlife by her and her people, the Valkyrja and take care of them there. And they accepted that these actions also pleased Ashla. She never told anyone that the desire to die was also perceived by them; that was why she was able to find Geiseric as well, the man's desire to die also attracted her to his dreams. Fortunately, this desire no longer existed, but when the crusader was in captivity, yes.

She held out her hand forward in an elegant and graceful gesture. Her hand glowed in golden light, as did her eyes - not in a Sith-style, the white part lit in golden light too - and a calm warmth permeated the Force, the two men also could have been easily felt this. It was all ten to fifteen seconds; meanwhile, Eina reached out in the direction of the dead souls and sent them to the Netherworld. The Valkyrja has done the duty that is expected of her. Eventually the light ceased around her hands, and the golden glowing light in her eyes also ceased. She finally spoke kindly, with a caring smile.

"They are already safe with Ashla's will." she told the two men, now in her usual tone.

However, there was still a lot she didn’t understand.

"Where are we and what's going on here?" she asked the two men in a slightly confused voice.

 

[Jem Fossk]

//Location.. City rooftops, pushing in with the team on the ground nearby, moving towards the palace
//Nearby.. Dagon Kaze Zaka

:: Jem, how far behind are you? ::

:: Just two streets, Master. ::

Jem landed lightly on the next roof top, moving quickly as she scanned and disabled the make shift nests the resistance had scattered about the intersections. Up until this point, they had just been cameras and unused sniper points. This roof gave her a bad feeling. She held her breath and approached an uncharacteristic, metal... Her skin flashed cold.

:: Chit. Where's Yula when you need her? :: She uttered to herself. It was heard regardless, the two teams remaining in constant contact. Dagon trusted her, but going silent was just plain stupid.

:: What? ::

She snapped her mouth shut with a grimace.

:: Nothing. .... Okay, well, it's something. ...Fouuund a bomb. No-- I'm alright. :: Her static overlapped his. :: We just did this same thing last week. You keep moving, I'll catch up. :: Her comm went quiet as she knelt down, something about the whole situation sitting wrong. Then again, this whole mission felt wrong. She was missing something, like why a random explosive would be placed so far from the tracks. Unless there were more out there...

She placed her father's saber down and cracked open the box, already running through the wire colors in her mind, but it was empty.

:: What?! ::

Her head snapped up. A street away, staring right at her, was a dark figure.

Darth Solipsis

 

[Alars Keto]

Dod Palace

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A bold transmission aired all throughout the city, on every corner, in every home a direct-to-air cut was made as the holographic image of Alars Keto appeared looming over the viewers.

<“Behold, Jedi.”>

The image looked on in the vague direction of the building that had fell from the explosive end.

<“Your treachery has not gone unnoticed.”>

The image looked back, his face hidden by the gruesome veil he hid behind.

<“You lurk through the city, wandering in the various corners seeking our demise. What if I told you..”>

His hands rose to his face, grasping at the half mask.

<“You have been deceived.”>

The veil fell as the mask was removed l, worms and maggots falling from the decaying visage of the once proud warrior of the Mawite Brotherhood, a man whom had died under the influence of the Drengir.

His body fell limp, falling from view revealing only the sickening image of Halketh behind him as he made his leave. The image fizzled out as Kryll’s voice spoke one final time.

<“Time to die.”>

 

[Darth Solipsis]

 

[Kogdud’Kkurs]

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Open for Interaction


All around the city streets those that had been watching the Jedi disguised as Bando Gora operatives heard the dark voice. Kogdud felt the blood of his ancestors swell up, as he felt a dark surge of energy on the city streets. Gripping the gaffi stick fashioned into a saber from his back. Removing the hood, he revealed a terrifying form of a mechanical Tusken Raider, it’s red eyes staring out into the crowd of Jedi.

He could tell other Sith were in the crowd watching, as soon as the transmission ended, the Tusken let out a loud shout across the crowded streets. As if signaling a battle cry of some sorts, the Sith immediately started to attack. His ferocity mixed in with the power of the darkness. It appeared as if he attacked with a normal looking Gaffi stick. The nervousness of his first assignment all but faded, as the sharpened end of the gaffi stick impaled the first being he could get his hands on.

The darkness started to appear all around him, chaos and confusion hung in the air. Finally the outlander activated a crimson blade emerging from the gaffi stick. His fighting style seemed more primal, and barbaric of his desert origins. All the while he could feel the voice of the Dark Lord echo inside his head. Encouraging him to tap into his savage nature to conquer his foes.

His blade started to cut from any civilian he could get his hands on. Setting his sights to engage the nearest Jedi before him. Through the Force, he could feel numerous light signatures, the darkness slowly emerging as more Sith hidden in the Bando Gora started to reveal. A furious frenzy taking hold, as with wide swings and slashes were carried out unlucky enough to be in his path, the last thing they would see was the face of a monster. Loud guttural tells mixing in with the screams.

Too long had the Sith been befallen of traps. This time it was the Jedi who would be trapped. Crimson bathing the crowd as blades activated, and blood started to spill. An overwhelming desire to slaughter present in his mind clouded by darkness.

Valery Noble
Alars Keto
Kahlil Noble
Jem Fossk
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir

 

[Takui]

Escape pods were highly effective for getting a person from orbit to a planetary surface. Perhaps the only fundamental flaw in their design was a lack of control beyond that singular purpose. As he tore through atmosphere at re-entry speed and the pod superheated around him, Takui's senses sharpened. Awareness of the world below blossomed in him and around him, the panic and terror a noxious cocktail that sent neurons firing off and lit synapses on fire. His hand flew to his temple immediately, clutching it out of habit.

Focus.

His mind was ablaze with new details, and with every thought came a newer and sharper pain. The intangible web between his thoughts became thicker with each passing moment, glazing them in ethereal energies and fortifying them against the world outside. As he did this, a warning screamed through the pod. Seconds separated him from landfall, but the distraction came as a dull roar in his ears.

When the jolt came and the pod's momentum should have stopped, he remained still.

Unfortunately, the escape pod collided with something heavy, and the impact threatened to tear him out of his seat. The straps that kept him in place prevented untimely dislodgment, but he could feel the metal coffin smashing into object after object, rolling and rattling as it found purchase on Cato Nemioidia. When finally he did stop, the pod hissed and spat, decompressing in the moments before it opened.

He came tumbling out to the eerie sound of a voice pontificating about the glory and beauty of death. The recording was scratchy, and at some intervals it skipped. It was unnerving.

Taku glanced back to take stock of the damage. His pod had collided with one of the City Bridges of Cato Neimoidia, the civilizations that the indigenous peoples raised up to survive the harshness of their homeworld's flora and fauna. More than that though, the pod had smashed into a structure of some kind. He heard something crash far below, and glanced over the edge- perilously close to it as he was- to watch as a large mass of metal with what appeared to be a communications dish smashed into the forested earth below and disappeared into the canopy without a trace. With that dish compromised, the entire portion of the city around Takui became bathed in static.

There was no time for him to lament the trajectory of his entry, however.

Blaster fire ripped through the emptiness and toward Taku, who quickly reacted. His green blade pealed through air and sent the bolts harmlessly away as he tactically retreated behind the cover of his smoking pod. "Jedi!" came the singular scream Taku could make out between the sounds of destruction and the sinister white noise.

Tucked into a somewhat defensible position, Taku slowly filtered the imagery from his initial thoughts to the forefront of his mind. A foreboding presence. Underlying darkness. Danger...

Several words cut through the static.

<"You have been deceived.">​

A trap.

"Thought so," he muttered as he disengaged his lightsaber and dipped into the incorporeal. The high pitched screech of the monorail's breaks reported in the distance, signaling its stop.

"Well," he took a moment to catch his breath as the threat loomed over him, and the sound of many footsteps grew louder. "At least I stuck the landing."

Objective 2: At'lao City Slaughter
Looking For: PvP​

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Pelta-class Medical Frigate Bellaguise, in orbit via Cato Neimoidia

Travot listened intently to the others as they spoke, and made it a point to recite both Madison Starr 'sand Dagos Terrek 's names to himself silently when he saw their faces - recalling names wasn't exactly one of his stronger points, especially for one who preferred the solitude of deep space and the wild frontiers. But something else was bugging him, and he couldn't quite put a finger on it until Jax Thio mentioned it. Even to the casual observer, something obviously was wrong on the world - criminal bands don't normally show up on worlds with such strength to try extort child captives. No, Jax was right in a different sense to the knight - something deeper was going on. Typical of the Sith, isn't it? Layers of deception and subterfuge. But what, exactly?

He reached into the currents of the Force to try and see more. Psychological perception wasn't one of his natural strengths. But simple experience over the years informed him that something else was amiss - hidden somewhere in a fog. He grasped for it, floundering out there in the currents until a visage came to him of a Sith - not one he had encountered personally, but one he must had seen in a holo somewhere or heard about from another jedi. But something was off about this Sith, something hidden and decaying even within him. A plague perhaps?

His thoughts were cut off by one of the ship's officers who cleared his throat and pointed at the holo-projector.

"You guys are going to want to see this."

Light coalesced in front of the group to form the ghastly visage of Kryll, who proceeded to give his message and then showed off the body of the Sith that Travot had seen in his vision of the Force. He wistfully smiled at a thought. Not so useful a vision after all, was it? That said more about his lack of skill in that area more than anything else though. He briefly waited for the message to end before speaking.

"Well, I'm going to guess that Master Thio is right. There's more going on here than is immediately obvious. Does anyone know who that was in the holo? I feel like I've seen his face before..."

 

[Thalia Senn]

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Imagine thinking the Bando Gora a real threat- that band of misguided chem junkies too hopped on spice and deathsticks to see real power. Still, the Jedi flocked to the planet's aid. This was a bigger raid than she'd ever been on. She'd only led one of the maybe dozen or so she'd been on over the last two years but today the stakes were personal. Today, she'd kill her first Jedi.

The view of hyperspace shifted before her, adopting a sickly green color rather than the typical blue. It was a sign that the path engine had been activated and it was time for her role to begin. Closing her eyes she reached out to the violent sea of the Force. Where before as a Jedi she sought to calm the sea, now she realized that the Force could not be tamed, it was destiny itself and it was not meant to be calm and docile within her. It was violent, it was terrifying, and it would destroy everything that stood in its way. The powerful waves pushed her forward, powered her like a wave generator on Pamarthe. She captured the storm's ferocity, redirecting the tidal waves rather than quelling them and they led her...

Her eyes snapped open. They were still on a Path but she knew it was time. Now or never. She pulled the hyperspace lever back, violently dropping the Spider Cruiser past the atmosphere and into a violent spin over the sprawling bridge city.

"Jump."

In the troop bay dozens of Raiders stood ready, holding harnesses with white-knuckled grips as their crazy Tempest of a pilot hurtled them into battle again. One raider vomited into their helmet just as she opened the troop hatch allowing the screaming air to mix with the deafening music playing over the loudspeakers. One by one and two by two they leaped from the vessel with grave shutes or jetpacks into the howling wind and fell upon the city.

Once the troops had jumped Thalia swiped at her screen, sending control to her co-pilot, a Twi'lek with filed teeth and one of his lekku sliced halfway down leaving his head lopsided. Standing and grabbing her helmet and staff she was stopped by that co-pilot.

"Don't get in over your head Thal." Tempest winced at the use of that name but gave him a smile of barely held contempt and pattted the orange Twi'lek on his cheek.

"Just keep the cruiser in the air." She said cooly. With a hiss the helmet snapped on and she left the cruiser. She lacked a jetpack or grav shute, instead relying on the Force to guide her fall. As the wind tore at her fur-lined helmet she wondered if the Jedi she killed today would be someone she knew.

 

[Zinn Zinn Bink'sa]

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Zinn Zinn had no idea how he got into this situation. If anyone asked him, he probably wouldn’t no either. His stomach growled while he tried to walk around the city streets. Disguised as a Bando Gora of course. Everyone’s lovable Gungan had been trying to follow the plan the best he could. Lure the Jedi baddies for a big smashing. The only smashing he could think about was munching a frog against his teeth. His stomach only kept growling. “Yousa shut it belly…. Wesa will find good soon, but Wesa in grand big big mission… yes that thing.”

He said walking around, as if no one could listen to him at all. He kept walking around, but with each step he kept fumbling over. “Whoopsie…. Stupid robe keep getting caught… Wesa keep tripping over everything.” He said as he got shoved through the crowded busy streets. As if he could even navigate his own way around. Knocking against street vendors and civilians. He kept hearing slurs and curses most of which told him to go kark himself.

Still his stomach kept rumbling. When was this Gungan ever gonna find some food around here. The creepy cannibal troopers got fed better. He kept tripping over himself, falling to the ground several times. Standing close to a Jedi, so close he could tell it was a Gungan right next to him. If he was lucky he wouldn’t know what to think. When the transmission came, during the whole thing his stomach aches so much he could hardly hear what was going on. Something about deception or something. By the time it all ended he was scratching his head. Looking down at himself. “If Yousa didn’t shut up. Wesa hearing what big man sayin.”

He said looking directly at his stomach, and while some chaos happened, screams and blood being spilt. He looked around he started to see things. While a crazy Tusken was out just hitting people with a stick. He started to see a Jedi, the robes of one moved around like a fish. He licked his lips, a fish sounded so good right now.

The next thing he knew, like a frog he jumped. Latching on the back of a Jedi, like some monkey he held the Jedi’s shoulders. He shouted out. “Mesa fucking hungry!” He said before proceeding to bite into the shoulder of said Jedi. His eyes as crazy as a madman as his long tongue started flicking around. He soon started to foam at the mouth, his hangry behavior there as he tried to chew on the shoulder and hold the Jedi down.

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[Zaka]

HEAD OF THE SNAKE
BLACKFANG - THE (NEW) JEDI vol. II
Issue #4 - Crisis on Cato Neimodia

A familiar voice burst out over the comm line, and Zaka could instantly recognize it as belonging to the Jedi Knight Dagon Kaze. At the very least, he could take some comfort in there being a familiar face, and one with a powerful voice it seemed as he handedly distributed the Jedi Host that'd arrived to other sections of the city.

He recognized few of the names the voice said, and determined them to be apart from the New Jedi. Different Orders. Dagon would know that, but someone had to seize control of the situation, he figured.

Better it was someone who'd understand how unlikely he was going to listen to recommendations of safety and protocol.

By then, his fighter was already leveling out, flying over DOD PALACE. He'd already used his sensors, and El-Bee's concerned warbles confirmed it.

No lifesigns picked up.

But there were moving forms that looked oddly humanoid lumbering around.

<"Knight Kaz-"> he began, before he was cut off.

<“Behold, Jedi.”>

The ominous voice continued, and the growing feeling manifesting itself in his stomach revealed itself as the bug-ridden figure collapsed, confirming the truth.

It was a trap.

The X-Wing was already in the midst of circling, and it dove down towards the courtyard, finger depressing on the trigger as it fired its laser cannons into the undead filled area at the start of its long dive. Plenty of time to get out.

He popped the canopy, the hissing barely heard as he unclipped the belt, the sound of wind whipping past buffeting him. Shit.

Limbs and body parts were strewn about the courtyard close to the impact zones of his laser cannons. Giving himself to the Force, Zaka felt its energies heighten his senses as he gave the word. "Now, Bee!" And he pushed off his seat, opening his arms out in some attempt of slowing his descent as the Force raveled itself around him. He rapidly made his way to the cobblestones below, bloodied and blackened where stone had been uprooted from his attack run before his slowed descent hit the ground.

Partially reaching his hand up to his comm, he stopped, dropping it. He sensed that the raven-haired Knight was close. But even closer were the undead revitalized with the presence of living meat stood before them. His hilts found his hands, and the violet beams leapt out a moment later.

Just like them to blindly head into a trap, wasn't it?

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