Dominion Embrace Eternity: Silver Jedi Dominion of Cularin

[Mi'la Undari]

Restoring the Lost
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Location: Cularin
Tags: Jesse Organa

Spoiler: Currently Equipped

Tython Sentinel Robes
Lightsabers x 2
Omi-Tool Arm (Right Arm)
Prosthetic Lekku
Numa Class Headdress

Mi'la had a hint of amusement as Jesse spoke, glancing back to her. "Seems it did, since I met you, now here we stand." She went silent, listening to what the woman had to say, and feeling she could add little to it. She didn't like the idea of making a jedi city, or a monument to the jedi order. It felt contradictory to the tenants of the order, but there were so many things one could fuss about the order with. It certainly didn't help Mi'la at all with deciding on how she felt about things. "I don't think we can predict the movements of the Force, always in motion the future is, to try and control of direct that, would be faulty. But that's just my thoughts."

She sighed, shaking her head. "Forgive me, my thoughts are dark right now, I don't mean to sound so gloomy." She had to ponder what made her condition so sour. Perhaps it was just her thoughts that tormented her, always in a swirl, never able to be put to rest. She let out another sigh, and looked skyward, perplexed about the manner of this whole affair.

 

[Jesse Organa]

Objective One: Restoring the Lost
Allies: Mi'la Undari

"Maybe." She said it in regards to directing the force but there was always a way to do things.. it was more a matter of if it would be natural and flow just fine. Like redirecting a river with digging and sticks or stone. Or if you were going to do it with artificial means like a dam which could be better and easier but would also lead to changes down the road. "There are some ways to improve the force or there are means to explore. A temple like this could make a great place to study but also watch for what had happened or cases of strangeness across the galaxy." She said it and was walking around as Mi'la talks about her mood. "Gloomy is alright... everyone gets like that. Find something in the moment to look upon."

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective 3:
Ships: Kolit II-class Fleet Frigate Valious, loaded with 3 GF-4 Stinger squadrons, and one mixed squadron of light freighters, Arcon-class Utility Ship "raider" fitting, Shriek

Mig listened as Dawson spoke, though he would stay quiet, he didn't like the sound of that idea. Messing with Dark Side artifacts was something that he'd rather not deal with keeping. Better to destroy it he figured. the captain of the Valious though did have some thoughts.

"You're telling me you want to take the thing that has literal ghost stories about it. I've heard the marshal talk about this in stories more than a few times, and none of them ever sounded great." As he spoke though, the transmission came in that the ship was found. "Prepare for short jump! All fighter converge on position be do not engage." Soon, the Valious and Shriek would jump, following the Silver fleet.

Gir Quee Finley Dawson

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Objective III​

BWHOP!

The high pitched shrill of energy dispersal tore through the bridge of the Silver Krayt. A bright red flash of plasma. The hiss of steaming meat.

Gorba hunched over a corpse, smoke curling from the barrel of his blaster, blood leaking from the corpse’s skull.

“Flush him,” Gorba grunted, waving dismissively with his blaster.

His Vodran bodyguards dragged the corpse toward the nearest airlock. Gorba looked away from them and at the bridge crew of his flagship.

“He gave us the coordinates,” rumbled the Hutt, “jump us to them.”

Gorba had no use for a raving lunatic one of his smuggler crews had rescued from deep space. All this talk about a ghost ship, well, Gorba would see if it actually existed. But he was not in the business of charity. All he needed were the coordinates for this ghost ship. Now they would see about the treasure it held.

In moments, they jumped to hyperspace. After some time, the whorling lines resolved into real space as Gorba’s private armada, two frigates - the Fire-Kraken and the Dragonsnake - and his cruiser, the so-called Dragons of the Bareesh, emerged near the infected relic.

As did a flurry of other vessels…

Gir Quee Mig Gred

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

CAEDYN ARENAIS​

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Dominion Objective: II - The Dark hand Fortress.
Apparel: Je'daii Garments, Armistice Staff Lightsaber, Bo Staff.
Allies: Caltin Vanagor & Jyoti Nooran .

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Travelling en route to Cularin aboard the Repertoire, the time it had taken to near their destination had given Caedyn the opportunity to reflect on his time with the Order of the Silver Jedi. The Humanitarian Trust that connected all of House Arenais assets and organizations linking back to Caedyn meant that his obligations went far outside of Silver Space, as did many facets of his upbringing; However, none compared to the fondness he had found for the Silver Jedi who had been like a family in and of its own to him.
Born a Prince of Commenor. Presently the leading Monarch of Mnemosyne. Years spent training himself and others within the Silver Rest on Kashyyyk. There was too much history there, all within Silver Space, to not have grown attached to them all. As always, his return came far easier than one might expect, travelling across the Galaxy to come back to his home away from home.

The Corvette dropped out of hyperspace alongside numerous other Silver Concord Vessels, Caedyn seeking to hail the fleet and inform them of his arrival and his intent on helping those on the surface below. The Repertoire was flagged as a known starship under the Silver Concord, built on Commenor and owned under House Arenais, Caedyn was granted permission to proceed and thus his droid co-pilot Lexas would have them on their way towards the world's orbit and seen breaching through the atmosphere towards their designated objective location.

The great mountain would soon be within line of sight with the cockpit. Keeping the plan as simple as possible, Caedyn removed himself from the pilot's seat to leave the droid at the helm. A quick drop-off, and when he would signal for exfil, the Repertoire would answer. Drawing his robe around his sides, Caedyn crossed his arms as the cargo bay ramp began to open, the hull depressurizing as the vacuum seal was broken and the air rushed on in while they descended towards the ground. At his hip, he carried his lightsaber, and over one shoulder his Bo Staff which had been crafted for him many years ago when he was just a boy by the Je'daii. The Force flowed in strength around the blunt force weapon giving off a far greater sense of power than by mere looks alone.

Once on the ground, the Je'daii would start to make his climb towards the entrance of the Fortress. He had been briefed in very little detail but knew to expect others already on site. Both he knew of, Jyoti and Caltin, Masters in the Force and former associates of his past. Hopefully, his arrival would do some good in aiding them in their objective there, eager to be of some support in any capacity he could off the pair.

 

[Draven Eterena]

Objective: BYOO- Dorumaa- Splish Splash, Please Let's Not Clash.
Participants: Zak Dymo Or'Fol Moric
Gear: Listed Bellow

Draven was able to catch the fact the jedi nautolan had breached the surface of the water. Which was good enough news as it meant Draven wasn't... and panic set in. Draven really didn't need the shock the nautolan teen was feeling toying with them at This moment particularly. As Draven had unfortunately committed to his own decent into the rocky ocean bellow. Frik... This really was not the time. Draven had to take a very quick timed moment to inhale... Suppress his empathetic abilities shutting out the foreign emotion. Remembering who he was, and what he was feeling.. and right now, that was a sense of Duty... As it was his responsibility to reach the fellow jedi and ensure he wasn't at risk for further potential harm... The stuff Draven was good at.

First however, not going splat on a rock would be ideal. As Draven focused on controlling his dive managing to tuck between some rock formations. With a not so graceful splash. Since part of his dive had been designated to emotional management on the fly. Why the heck was the kid panicking at that moment. The danger was past... Which meant the adrenaline from the fight was past... Which well you get the point. Draven managed to mentally connect the dots. That meant there was time for the kid to assess what had happened. Replay the events and take accountability for what had transpired.

There was a time Draven acknowledged he too would have had the same shock. It is a painfully sobering realization when you are faced with the fact not all solutions can be settled without somebody ending up as a corpse. Draven had been there on a mission where he was trying to help a mother and a daughter escape a slave trade. None the less it wouldn't change the fact Draven wouldn't know what to do with that information. He might be naturally empathetic. Though Draven sucked at trying to help someone feel better about a mess.

These thoughts went through his mind, as Draven managed to find a turn point from his dive. Twisting his body in the water to work on his ascension back to the water's surface. When he broke it and looked about to spot the Nautolan. Draven once more prayed he wasn't about to have to cross blades. Especially against an aquatic jedi amidst an ocean. While his own lightsaber contained the components to operate under water. (Kind of like Draven had foresight he'd be operating in water) Draven wouldn't be able to out match a seemingly skilled duelist in their own habitat very easily.

"Hey... Um... Nice trophy?" Draven made a gesture to the collected hilt the nautolan now possessed. While it was stated with well intention the realization in hindsight of both, how stupid it sounded as Draven wasn't even sure the kid was taking the hilt as a trophy... As well as the fact pointing out the situation which had just transpired probably wasn't doing any favors to the other jedi's emotional state. Draven really wished he played to his strengths and didn't bother trying to patch wounds. Well... He had one last ditch shot in an attempt to rectify this situation. "Do you need any medical supplies?"

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Three: Save Us
Allies: Mig Gred | Finley Dawson
Opponents: Gorba the Hutt ?

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light, edge of the Cularin System

Space briefly shimmered in spots as cronau flares errupted around the Concord vessels reverting into real space. The darkened hull of the Animiasma glided among the black void, seeming to both call out to those around it as well as fill them with fear. The admiral briefly shuddered as he viewed the holo of the newly found ghost ship. Perhaps more disturbing to him, he could make out nearly another dozen other small craft nearby - all seemingly uninhabited. Several drifted aimlessly around the former slave ship in erratic orbit, while others remained latched to airlocks on the Dark Staff's once home. A high-pitched tenor rang out from the opposite side of the bridge.

"New incoming ships...warships of unidentified classes."

The admiral frowned as toggled his comlink headset, "Display new unidentified vessels."

One of the bridge's holo-projectors promptly fulfilled his request, showing a trio of vessels with bar-like hulls studded with solar sails - one of them dwarfed the other and was easily several times larger than any of the Concord vessels present. The man blinked, pulling up all of the knowledge he had devoted over his career to identifying the vessels, but he came up with a blank. His working hypothesis based on their general architecture was that they were hutt vessels of some variety, but he had yet to see any modern Hutt vessels quite like that, and he had managed to review a few when the Hutt Republic joined the Concord several years ago in that purely pragmatism-based, temporary alliance.

"Helm, shift us to keep distance from the newly arrived vessels," started Gir quietly, "let's call for back-up from the main task force over Cularin."

"Aye sir."

"Perit, your thoughts on the newcomers?"

The mon calamari blinked his bulbous eyes, "Sorry, I found myself just lost for a moment - pondering the ghost ship. It's like it's calling out to me."

Gir frowned, "They say the dark side can seduce a jedi."

Perit ruefully shook his head, "I may have some skill and understanding of the Force, but I am no jedi. Not wise enough to really know what it is, but I do not trust myself with this...thing....but the newcomers, I have not seen those types of vessels before. I've seen some ceremonial vessels, smaller in scale around Nal Hutta once. My guess is Hutts."

"Mine as well. Looking for treasure like the others, or maybe they have some old business connection with the ship? Hutts were notoriously involved in the slave trade, and some of them do live pretty long."

Perit snorted, "Not that long lived...but still, may have some ancient claim or interest."

"Weapons, stand by to target and destroy the Animiasma. Pre-emptively launch loitering warheads as part of standby. Give me a channel with the large unknown craft."

"Set to direct transmit."

Gir cleared his throat as he addressed the hutt craft just as its transponder signal identified it, "Silver Krayt, this is Directorate frigate Sunrise's Light working under the authority of the Silver Jedi Concord. Please state the nature of your interest in the derelict vessel."


Fleet

Spoiler

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light with Starlight Scutum module
Blue Wave
-2 squadrons of Zephyr-class Droid Fighters

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold.” - Helen Keller



Objective 2 - Hand Artifact

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More and more these stone figures began to come to life, if one could call it that. They slowly stood and moved their arms and loosened up before dropping off of their perches to the ground. Those who did not drop to the ground dug their way out of the sides of the mountain. There was an army forming and for each one he took down two more crawled out.

“Thheeeyyyyrrre not lleaaavinnnnggg” He could hear the spirit whispering throughout the corridors. Caltin was too busy to care, he had stone warriors to fight off. The hard part about all of it was that they matched his skills, and literally fought until they had no way of moving. So not only were these warriors deadly, but cutting off the head meant nothing, an arm? Nope. bifurcating them worked, but so far that was about it.

TAG: Jyoti Nooran / ANYONE ELSE WHO WISHES TO CONVERSE!

Spoiler: Personal effects

https://ftsabersite.files.wordpress.com/2016/09/resonant-staff-hilt-lit-6.png
"[URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/vanguard-2-0-vanagors-secondary-weapon.164109/']Vanguard[/URL]" (Secondary - Long Handle)
[IMG width="402px" height="400.712px"]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0c/f9/37/0cf9376e75158d86a4aaeac9fb408128.jpg
"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective 3:
Ships: Kolit II-class Fleet Frigate Valious, loaded with 3 GF-4 Stinger squadrons, and one mixed squadron of light freighters, Arcon-class Utility Ship "raider" fitting, Shriek

It wasn't long before the Valious, Shriek, and the fighters were on station with the Sunrise's Light to see... crap this ghost story was really. One of the officers on the bridge of the frigate would pass a few credits to another before marks showed up on screen.

"Karking.... Who the the heck are we picking up out here than isn't a ghost?" One of the holoprojectors sparked to life, while a V4 utility droid plugged into the computers, letting out some Binary chirps as one of the other crew looked at the designs.

"They look Hutt, but KJ7 can't get a positive ID. Maybe special ordered?" The captain just sighed before hitting the comms.

"Shriek this is Valious. You might want to hurry up on that deployment. I know it's the Alor's call be we have some bogeys out here." The captain would then look at his crew. "Shield double front just in case. Make sure the fliers are wary too."

Aboard Shriek meanwhile, Mig was taking some ragged breaths as he felt the ship. He... felt it. The call and drawing effect that it had. The Mandalorian didn't know what to make of this. This kind of thing.... He was experienced in the Dark Side, from fighting Sith to his own grey training, but this was something different. He then heard the alarm sounding. More ships.... That didn't sit well with him until he knew details. Mig would look, just giving a nod as he ran to one of the freighter. They had to be careful here.

"Admiral Quee, are we good to board? This is your show."

Gir Quee Gorba the Hutt Finley Dawson

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Objective III​

• Fire-Kraken
• Dragonsnake
• Silver Krayt

Aboard the Silver Krayt...

The holodisplay opened up in response to the transmit, revealing a one-eyed Hutt seated upon a throne, with a cluster of officers standing around him as a show of force. Although the Hutt was clearly the center of the display, a broad-shouldered Klatooinian standing in front of the throne did all the talking, his Basic thick with the accent of the Ootmian Pabol worlds.

"Sunrise's Light, the esteemed Gorba, Kajidii of the mighty Bareesh Kajidic, bids you greetings. His-" the Klatooinian known to most as Brutus - the commander of Gorba's military assets - stopped and blinked several times, swaying as if from a sudden stroke, then righted himself with a shake of the head and continued on... "His Eminence, drawing upon his most ancient of lineages, asserts the rights of reclamation afforded the Bareesh from the contract of 602, and will be boarding this derelict to reclaim lost goods."

Even as Brutus spoke, the hangars of Silver Krayt disgorged what looked like a heavily modified light shuttle and several Dunelizard fighter escorts, which immediately started off on a trajectory toward the floating derelict.

Meanwhile, the deflector shields of all three capital ships were up, with weapons showing warm and ready, though no targeting locks had been made yet.

Gir Quee | Mig Gred

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective Three: Save Us
Allies: Mig Gred | Finley Dawson
Opponents: Gorba the Hutt

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light, edge of the Cularin System

The admiral eyed the holo of the Animiasma and frowned. Something doesn't feel right about this...Yet the man couldn't quite put a finger on it. He glanced at Perit, but the mon calamari Force adept seemed deep in thought. His headset comlink briefly chirped before Mig Gred 's voice flowed through:

"Admiral Quee, are we good to board? This is your show."

He didn't like the idea, but the jedi had made it clear that they wanted to reclaim it for study.

"You are clear to board, but be careful."

No sooner had the words came out of his mouth then the hutt warship returned his transmission, in full holo no less.

"Sunrise's Light, the esteemed Gorba, Kajidii of the mighty Bareesh Kajidic, bids you greetings. His...His Eminence, drawing upon his most ancient of lineages, asserts the rights of reclamation afforded the Bareesh from the contract of 602, and will be boarding this derelict to reclaim lost goods."

He didn't like most of that, though at least now he supposedly had an idea of who he was dealing with. Doubtless, the communication's and intelligence officers were scrambling to pull some record on those names. His knowledge of huttese business dealings were minimal at best - the sort of knowledge he thought had some inkling of but would never trust enough to actually act on if lives were at stake. A briefly holo text message floated above the visage of the hutt entourage: Mon Onoma is en route to our location. He briefly blinked. I just have to stall them then...That thought was quickly dashed by the dispatch of vessels from the Hutt ship. He'd have to improvise based on his past experience in naval matters.

"I'm unfamiliar with that contract. Can you enlighten me to the specifics? The Cularin System is now under Silver Jedi Concord jurisdiction," announced the man, "local and federal laws thus apply to any salvaging operations, and I'm inclined to follow typical Admiralty law procedures until I know more about the specifics of the agreement to see where they diverge and converge. Consequently, I expect that we will bring in any findings onboard the vessel to the local court for arbitration. We are dispatching our own boarding team right now to verify the safety of the site. There have been rumors that the ship is not safe - as evidenced by the ships of others attached to it. I ask that you do not interfere with our investigation while you look for your cargo."

He briefly glanced to the side as he made eye contact with the communications' officer, who now was doubtlessly trying to bring up some local official or looking into some database to find the specifics of the law. Gir was not an lawyer, but he doubted that any of the Hutts were an expert in Cularin System law either. Hopefully that'd buy at least a little time until the Mon Onoma arrived to balance out any potential firepower disparities to put them in a better negotiating position.



Fleet

Spoiler

Loci II-class Strike Frigate Sunrise's Light with Starlight Scutum module
Blue Wave
-2 squadrons of Zephyr-class Droid Fighters

 

[Mig Gred]

Objective 3:
Ships: Kolit II-class Fleet Frigate Valious, loaded with 3 GF-4 Stinger squadrons, and one mixed squadron of light freighters, Arcon-class Utility Ship "raider" fitting, Shriek

Mig smiled a bit.

"We will be. I just don't like the feeling here. Wanna get this over with." And with that the Shriek would quickly burn forward, launching her freighters as she did. These freighters were really modified as boarders, but they served well enough.

Aboard Valious however, the captain wasn't too convinced by the Hutt that was there.

"I know you Mandalorians use 'hut'uun' to call someone a coward, but this one doesn't quite track with that idea. Kinda bold." The helmsman chuckled.

"Never judge a book by its cover, boss. Just hope the landing parties will be ok."

"Same. Same. Too many stories attached to that... thing."

Gir Quee Gorba the Hutt