Junction [GA/SO] Convergence — Junction of Naalol and Eiattu 6

[Kasir Dorran]

Objective 1
Tags: Darth Strosius | Jarek Voss
Jonyna Si | | Lossa Aureus | Noah Corek Jr.

For too long, he had watched from the sidelines.

Despite the challenging obstacle of reclaiming the Citadel, he was not discouraged; rather, it fueled a relentless drive within. For Kasir, this was not just a political struggle; Eiattu 6 was now an arena where others could prove their worth, a place where he could finally measure his own strength against those of the Galactic Alliance and Jedi alike. Nevertheless, his purpose for arriving at this place was not for seeking acknowledgment; his motive was to pursue a form of redemption within a rivalry that spanned over countless generations.

He was donned his new set of Leidimas Sith Plate; the timing of it all seemed like fate, as if it were meant to be. His recent training and insights from his superiors made him feel unstoppable. The Sith who once searched for a sense of purpose, had now been molded into a skilled assassin, ready to confront any challenge that crossed his path.

The journey aboard the shuttles to their shared designated objectives became more loathed by him with each passing mission. Fortunately, his attention was momentarily captured by the Sith Lord’s speech. Kasir inhaled deeply, his chest rising with the weight of his agitation. Images in his mind’s eye took over him soon, and he began descending into the depths of his own soul; it was a labyrinth where his emotions twisted and weaved. Anger simmered just below the surface, a fire that ignited his being. Even now its pulse coursed through his veins, urging him to strike with fury. Hate lurked in the recesses of his mind, a cold and ruthless companion that whispered memories of the past into his ear. He recalled countless betrayal and losses, transforming his pain into purpose, which sharpened his focus. Passion was what he felt in his dark heart, something that made him feel alive amidst the approaching chaos.

As he exhaled, it was as if the mix of these emotions intertwined into a single determination. At last, he was prepared to embrace the darkness within, and ready to unleash his fury. Death to the Alliance and the Core, he repeated the words in mind, while witnessing a mixture of reactions from others aboard the shuttle. Although he did not physically see the other ships taken down that once trailed behind, he felt a deep sense of disturbance as he extended his senses outward.

It was then they arrived at the hangar with a gentle thud upon landing. In a swift motion, he made his exit, but didn't stray too far. An onslaught of artillery seemed to instantly rain down, some landing dangerously close. But for now, he felt fairly safe in his current position. His head turned slightly to the right, his gaze falling upon a young acolyte and his response to the onslaught. The assassin positioned himself closer, ready to strike at any threat that approached. While he didn’t sense any fear in him, there was an unexpected primal urge of protectiveness forming, an instinct that nearly contradicted his cold nature. Kasir’s dominant hand that lingered near the saberstaff on his belt began curling into a tight fist.

With a slight tilt, the ebony helm turned ever so slightly, locking onto the High Priest's form. His silent presence hinted that he was awaiting a more specific order.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

​

Several days ago the Kyprin Renegade had dispatched Swordbreaker along the crossroads of the Corellian Trade Spine and the Sanctuary Pipeline. On paper, the Renegade had been on a standard patrol, pulled to the front at Sullust for the tactical strike on the volcanic world. In reality, Swordbreaker had its own mission: To make its way to Sullust through enemy territory, snaking its way down the remainder of the Trade Spine and back up the Hydian Way.

Sullust had been his home in the aftermath of the old Alliance's fall to treachery. It had been where he'd come to terms with his feelings for Ava, his wife. It was where he had been given his first fleet command as an Admiral. Sullust was a place of many firsts for a younger Pryce. He owed it to the people of Sullust, to Miel Tevv .

The Kyprin Renegade dropped out of hyperspace, the Renegade's old gravitic compensators sending a loud groan and shudder throughout the vessel as it decelerated alongside the Alliance taskforce. Pryce wasted no time. The vessel had landed in the center of a formation of Alliance cruisers. Old light cruisers and starfighters that had been scrambled from the behemoth hangars of the Colony II-class battlecruiser at the Alliance way point flew escort. This strike had been surgical, well prepared for, and deadly.

It seemed they had taken the entirety of the 5th carrier group to strike, and strike they did, attacking automated defense systems at the shipyards. The Renegades had other troubles.

"Sith destroyers dead ahead," one of his officers called.

"I can see that," Dracken muttered, his grey eyes staring out of the bridge's viewports. "Direct our allies to cut them off from the shipyards. The 5th'll have enough trouble dealing with the vessels there."

 

[Phaelissia]

Location: Approaching High Tower - Naalol
Objective: II - Naalol: The High Tower
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
In Vicinity: Connel Vanagor
Tag: Eira Dyn Ran Serys

“We’re here, lady acolyte.” Phaelissia kicked her left foot outward as she pressed down on her speeder bike’s brakes, allowing her boot to scrape across the ground before driving the machine to a quick halt. It was the same bike that she had used on a previous mission with the acolyte, its familiarity a small comfort in the cold, mountainous terrain that covered much of the planet. Nevertheless, in spite of the difficulties presented by the harsh geography, most everything had gone according to plan so far. Instead of landing close to the High Tower via dropship, the two women had used their bikes to infiltrate the target area to avoid any possible air defenses or sensor posts that might be active in the area.

While Phaelissia so far had little reason to regret that choice, the journey had been lengthened considerably due to the fact that they had needed to avoid the packs of Phantom Hounds roving many kilometers outside of the High Tower’s outskirts.

“We can not afford to linger.” Phaelissia said as she quickly leapt off of her bike, which she had parked just under a small ledge. Already, the cacophonous notes of conflict were filling the area, stemming from violent clashes among Jedi, Sith, Sithspawn, and Netherspawn. Sensing the danger, she tapped a button on her OmniLink, thereby sending out her probe droid to scout the area. The drone’s sensors all but confirmed the scale of the violence transpiring around them, but it also gave the Aetharian a tactical overlay of the area with greater breadth than the sensors in her neck piece could give on their own.

“Here.” The Cipher pointed a manicured finger on the holographic map projected from her OmniLink. “We’ll make our approach through this avenue. Our path should take us circuitously around the fortress and past the largest groupings of Netherspawn, then we’ll close in once we near our ingress point to the citadel.” She paused. “Once we are inside, you will set up the portal runes, while I cover you.” Phaelissia finished. It was information that was previously covered in the briefing before setting out, but the Cipher felt that it might be necessary to reiterate the details. Should they succeed in their mission, the sorcerers would be able to open portals directly into the fortress, allowing the Sith to gain a quick foothold within the most defensible areas of the stronghold.

“With your permission, I will lead the way.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Frostfire Azalea
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Utility
    
    • Neahtid Earpiece
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p "Njósnari" Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Purifying Lash
• Freezing Fates
• Sonic Detonator (2)

 

[Aris Noble]

"I don't know."

Aris's saber disengaged as he stared down at the body he'd just finished. This, was wrong. Even without being able to feel it as Zaiya was, he could tell it wasn't of this world. Of this galaxy. Of life. He'd done some light reading on the Netherworld and what had happened in that crisis. Was this one of those demonic creatures from such a realm? Possibly.

He crouched beside it, pulling a knife from his boot as he started to carve into it's hide. It's tail, specifically, cracking it open with ease as he found what he'd been worried about finding.

"Poison sack."

He figured the stinger wasn't for show, but still. The idea this had some unknown venom was alarming to say the least. But, it was also a blessing to know now than when someone was stung. "Think you can analyze it with your bangles? Maybe start making an antiveno-"

"Uhh... we are not alone anymore." It had that sick, nauseated feeling. Powerful and predatory. Wild. A savage surge of the Force immediately alerted her that this was someone who could use the Force. The Darkside at that.

"I can't... tell if it is a person... or another creature. But the Darkside is seeping from that direction. Big. Strong... verryy icky."

The teenager paused before looking towards where Zaiya had motioned. He couldn't see in the darkness like his mother, but he could hear it. Movement, heartbeat. Breathing. Someone big was coming here. And if she felt it seeped in the Dark? The blue of his saber snapped to life as she stood, lowered and readied his stance. Neutral, waiting and patient right by Zaiyas side. They'd both been training these last couple of years, she didn't need his protection, just his assistance.

Just as he needed hers.

"Sith, then?"

Zaiya Ceti | Jhyrack

 

[Valery Noble]

Starlyte Station

War
​

Following the Second Great Hyperspace War, the Alliance's many years of peace was ultimately disrupted by conflict with the Mandalorian Enclave and various border conflicts with the Sith Order's vassal state. Then came the invasion of the Core by another new Empire, in part born from the Maw's ashes, and the Alliance was thrown into violent conflict once more. But perhaps the biggest threat had yet to come.

For many years, the Sith Order and Alliance have gradually expanded towards each other without direct confrontation. But with borders colliding and the Caldera Crisis having escalated, war had always been on the horizon. War with a faction that hadn't vanished as quickly as it came and had lingered as a constant threat since even before the height of the Second Great Hyperspace War.

This war could split apart the Galaxy.

From within Starlyte Station, a space station in orbit of Tshindral III that was recently abandoned when the Sith began to draw closer, Valery sat in Meditation, reaching out to fellow Jedi, but also pilots and soldiers alike who were currently engaging Sith forces over Naalol, Sullust and Eiattu 6. For many of them, this would be their first true fight against the Sith Order, so she wanted to give them an edge with

Battle Meditation​

But while she sought to boost morale for her allies, she also used it to act as a beacon, alerting one particular enemy she wanted to draw away from her peers. It had been a long time since she last saw and engaged Darth Empyrean , but she felt certain that she hadn't faded from his memory, given what happened last time.

Given the Monster he became.

From her position on Starlyte station, she hoped to leverage the toxicity of Tshindral III and its immediate environment. Entire ships could corrode away in hours, so bringing a fleet to come after her was no sound strategy. To be safe, sensors would still alert her to incoming vessels, and her X-wing was ready to help her escape.

But she wanted him alone.

Darth Empyrean
Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber​

 

[Ran Serys]

Convergence: Obj. II - The High Tower​

Tags: - Phaelissia & Eira Dyn

Coming over the hill to the High Tower the sun was at her back. Its warmth engulfed her, boiled her blood, loosened her muscles, and primed her for the battles to come. She shed a few layers of clothing. The chill she had experienced riding valdeer through the mountain passes of Naalol was nonexistent in its valleys.

“Keep moving, Brave One.” Ran ordered the valdeer she sat atop as it slowed its approach. The beast bleated a warning and came to a full stop. While Ran would never truly understand the hoofed creature, she understood its intention as it pointed its nose to the nearby High Tower. “I understand. This is not your fight.” The Jedi Knight admitted. “Thank you for transporting me through the mountain pass.” She continued minding her manners as she dismounted from its back. With just a few more words Ran said goodbye to the animal and lingered, waving another goodbye as it disappeared into the distance. While It may have been just another beast of burden to some, to Ran it was a new friend. A friend who was there for her when she needed it.

Ran marched on as she had for so many days on Naalol. First the force had led her to the planet’s highest mountain tops where she faced the Sith Duelist Drane T'keen , and after some time to heal the Alliance had reached out to her to aid in its expansion and to head off the Sith Order’s. Ran became part of the strike team, but having been in such a remote part of the planet kept her from mobilizing with the rest of the team. With some guidance from the force and help from the Valdeer, Ran had made the long journey to the High Tower. Her mission was to rendezvous with her team and fend off the Sith occupation in a battle that was already underway.

The wounds she sustained in the battle with Drane persisted, but Ran would find the strength to do her duty. First, she had to make her way inside the High Tower.

 

[Trajan Fett]

R E T R I B U T O R
CRUSADER
CLAN FETT
Hakon Fett

EIATTU SIX​

It was an operation that felt as natural as any. It was an initiative that Trajan took charge of personally at the dawn of this Crusade. To analyze, observe and collect intelligence on the Galaxy's most prominent players. Chief among them, the Galactic Alliance, the resident superpower. And of course, the Sith Order, one to many claims of Sith'ari with a stout following at their back. Lessons to learn from both of them. Initially tipped off by underworld information sources which were keen to track the movements of the Jedi Council, Sith Order, Alliance Defense Force in accordance to their criminal operations. Seeing a large overlap between the three, in a system like this immediately snatched Trajan's attention as an opportunity.

Not in so much to emulate how they fought- but how they could be killed. It was a generational, existential struggle between these two. One that had been on the threat of losing all meaning by now, the battle between light and dark. Never the less, they were here to observe the strength at which these two militaries and creeds could deploy their forces and the efficiency of their execution.

There was some nostalgia in the arduousness of the operation. Trajan had stowed their ship, the same sloop which they'd stolen from Ord Mantell a few kilometers away from the chosen desination. The Imperial Citadel of which the Alliance and Sith would feud over. From there, a long, long walk. They'd left their Beskar'gams with the vessel which had camoflage nets strewn over it, nestled behind a good sized ridge as to conceal its location and signature to any sensors. Instead, they wore lighter armor, still concealing their identities but making them that of generic mercenaries over Mandalorian hunters.

With a hefty pack over his shoulders and a rifle slung over his chest, the two set off.

It wasn't too long before they made their way up the ridge overlooking the Citadel and the coming battle. He slowed and howered his approach when they neared the ridgeline nearest to the Citadel, slowly easing off his pack before setting it down in front of him, nestling behind it some to use it as concealment as he unclasped the top, pulling out his macrobinocs set toward the top of his packout before bringing them to the visor of his helmet, set against the pack to use for stability as he scrawled over the surrounding area with his optics. Fortifications, movements.

The hairs rose on the back of his neck at the thunder of Sith artillery guns striking near the Citadel. An ever eerily familiar note and circumstance. It reminded him far too much of being a forward observer scout trooper within the Empire. A time, while regimented and strict, he enjoyed.

<"Tell me, Hakon...who do you have winning this?"> He said before he listened to the next thud of Sith rounds firing in the distance, precisely timing their time in the air before they made impact. Paired with the direction, he pinched his fingers on the tacpad on his vambrace to approximate a location.

 

[Pal Veda]

Captain Pal Veda
The Rubicon YT-2400
Objective II: Naalol — The High Tower
Tags: Evy’armi’naken and anyone else who wants to join this crusade


This is dumb. Veda knew it. He should be on the Sullust run. The Rubicon was made for that. Hell, Pal Veda was made for that. But here he was, zipping through hyperspace toward Naalol, carrying a small task force of commandos armed to the gills with the latest and greatest Alliance weaponry.

Veda didn’t take orders from anyone. But he did take credits from pretty much everyone. The Alliance was paying him well to slip this team planetside unnoticed. The Jedi and Sith were already fighting. They were always fighting. You couldn’t turn on the HoloNews these days without seeing zealots in robes clashing their laser swords over this or that. It didn’t bother him all that much. As long as there was conflict, there was a need for smugglers and outlaws. And he was one of — in his mind, the — best. But amidst all the lightsaber fighting, throwing rocks around with their minds, Force choking, whatever those lunatics were doing, this task force could work on actually securing The High Tower.

“Yarmin,” he called back to the lieutenant, “Tell the boys to get ready. We’re about to drop out of hyperspace, then it’s gonna be a quick and bumpy trip to the surface.” He had just met the Chiss commando, but he liked him alright. A little too serious sometimes, but that seemed to be a fault with the entire blue species.

Veda looked over to his astromech locked in beside the Captain’s chair. “You ready?”

Beep boop!

“That’s why I fixed the compensator before we took off. This’ll work.” Hopefully. “Just keep the stealth system powered up.” Veda timed the drop and pulled them out of hyperspace just outside of Naalol’s atmosphere. “This is why they pay us the big bucks, BB!” He gritted as he kicked the thrusters while pulling up on the controls. Instead of crashing straight into the planet, the Rubicon turned a flip in low atmosphere with a few too many Gs, then took a much more controlled dive toward the surface.

Puffs of smoke rose from the distance where some of the teams were already engaged in battle. He found a small clearing a couple of clicks from The High Tower and touched down there. “How are we looking?“ he asked the astromech.

Beep beep whirrr!

“I meant did we hit on anyone’s rad — wait, what?”

Whirrrrrr!

Veda saw it now. A beast half the size of his ship running straight at them. “Well, it sure don’t look friendly! Let’s shoot the kriffin’ thing!” He took control of the forward canon and fired several bursts, finally blowing the creature into pieces. He groaned as blood and guts splattered onto the side of the YT-2400. ”What the hell was that?”

Beep boop!

”Yeah, but when they said monsters, I didn’t know they meant literal monsters! I assumed it was a metaphor!” He checked the scanner and flipped a few switches. ”You stay here, put B1 on the guns. Keep the shields up. Don’t let them destroy my ship before I get back.”

Veda stood from his chair and headed to the galley with the troop of commandos. ”If I’m comin’ with you, I’m gonna need a bigger gun,” he told Yarmin as he approached.

Yep, this is dumb.

 

[Hakon Fett]

EIATTU 6
TAGS: OPEN | Trajan Fett
IF I HAD A HEART

Wearing anything other than his own Mandalorian armor sullied his very soul. Trajan had insisted, given the Protectors’ relations with the Alliance, but it didn’t make it any better. Though Hakon was eager to protest, he’d remained silent; his own curiosity of the aruetii teetered the Mandalorian edge, staring down the abyss of dar’manda.

His own people's folly had been allowing the defiling touch of the aruetii to sow the seeds of their noxious influence; it had plagued their hearts and minds, erased the memories of their glorious past, and led them astray from their true way.

The only way

The old way.

And yet, Hakon believed. Passionately believed that his people could awaken from their slumber for what is inextinguishable could never be extinguished. A spark was all that was needed.

“If I were a betting man—the Sith,” Hakon said with a shrug as he stared through his macrobinoculars. Like Trajan, he had no personal stake in the conflict. To him, both Jedi and Sith were worthy adversaries, providing an opportunity for honor to be gained. After all, the thrill of overcoming insurmountable odds was what drove the Mandalorian warriors, and both the Jedi and Sith possessed formidable power.

Still he tried to rationalize his wager, “They have already conquered Sullust, giving them a bridgehead for launching continuous attacks on multiple fronts. The Alliance has to gamble where the next strike will be.” There was a hint of envy in his tone towards the Sith; the Alliance was the dominant superpower of the galaxy, unmatched in martial strength. Facing such formidable challenges was something to be savored.

“You?” Hakon asked in return. Upon Trajan’s answer, he’d mark the marshes south of the Citadel. “Think the Alliance’s set up an ambush there?” Both were warriors, trained in the ways of war and combat since they could but his companion had a much keener eye on ground recon than Hakon could ever possess. “The Sith seem to be patiently probing so far.” he noted.

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

The Veil
Tags: Toby Perris , Firrerreo , Adean Castor

Delta-7​

Take the caverns, take the advantage.

As their Galactic Alliance dropship neared the surface of the planet, Jalen couldn't help but grimace at the overwhelming abundance of darkness. Nether beasts and other abominations were clearly in abundance, but much greater was the aura of death in the air. This was going to be a mess. Yet even so, Jalen's resolve to save as many lives as he could remained steadfast. The difference between life and death was held within his hands. He was certain, more than anything else, that he needed to save as many lives as he could.

Valery sat in Meditation, reaching out to fellow Jedi, but also pilots and soldiers alike who were currently engaging Sith forces over Naalol, Sullust and Eiattu 6. For many of them, this would be their first true fight against the Sith Order, so she wanted to give them an edge with

And he clearly wouldn't be doing so alone. Jalen stood, turning his head towards the younger padawan joining him, though never really managing to settle his sightless gaze on his face.

"Right," he began, "Our priority is to minimize casualties and treat the wounded. This is going to be a battle of attrition. Even one life saved could tip the scale in our favor. I... would recommend you get your mental shields ready. Anticipate attacks on the mind."

Their shuttle would be reaching the ground soon. Jalen gave a sigh as he fixated on Toby. Not younger by much, it seemed, though shorter by a notable margin. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of the young man. Whatever the case was, he'd find out one way or another what the padawan was made of.

Not the preferred scenario, but Jedi didn't often have the luxury of choice.

"You... ever fight a Sith before?"

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Objective: 3 - approaching Sith Space Station
Enemies: Open
Allies: Su Rov and Liram Angellus

Naomi was still trying to get over her starstruck. She'd met more big names in the Alliance in the past 24 hours than all of her seventeen-ish years. She'd even gotten a glimpse of Commander Jax but thought it probably inappropriate to ask for his autograph. And that SCAR group? A little intimidating.

Her mind began to shuffle those interactions to the back of her head as she focused on what was ahead of them. Another member of Misfit was with her on this mission. And with the two of them together, the young pilot was hoping this to be a return journey and not a one-way trip.

Her pebble-drone warbled in her headset. A glance out her tinted-orange canopy of her x-wing at Su Rov .

"You ready, Su? 'Member, we'll stick with the other squads but peel off toward that space station. Let's show 'em how misfits fly." As the landing gear was unclamped, she'd fly her x-wing up and forward - exiting their ride here and into the chaos of the dog fights before them.

But thanks to Valery Noble and some space wizard stuff, she suddenly felt like her mind was sharper. Like maybe lady luck of the force was on their side. Any jitters in her belly began to melt away.

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Sullustan Orbital Shipyards - Sullust High Orbit
Objective: III - Sullust Run
Call Sign: Fragile Dancer - Bloodstripe Three
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
On Objective: Lord Tooka Kurayami Bloodborn Addison Porte Wedge Draav Dracken Pryce Liram Angellus Naomi Carolina
Tag: Reima Vitalis Shar Sieu

The three distinctive craft of the lead pilots in Bloodstripe Squadron dipped, dove, and wove their machines through and between the massive shipyard structures as Alliance fleets manifested in the far distance. Seela’s Pyrolisk—the Lobeha Mwadu III—was positioned at the starboard arm of the V formation, forming a rear unit behind Bloodstripe One and Two.

All the while, the Twi’lek murmured a prayer under her breath as she gently worked the control yoke, a litany of praise, lament, and deliverance that Seela had written herself as a Prophet of the Eternal Father. Such was the intensity of her faith that He had elevated her to a position among His disciples, giving Seela a unique insight into the Eclipsing Mission.

It was that same mission which saw her called to Sullust.

“Bloodstripe Three, reporting all systems nominal.” Seela transmitted over the squadron’s shared comm net. “Enemy fleet and starfighter assets are presently engaging automated defenses.” The Twi’lek added, as she filtered through the sensor data via her neural interface.

However, it was only then that she recorded a few faint blips on her sensors, kicking her instincts into high alert. There was something else coming, as well.

<<OO-10,>> Seela said to her new astromech—a unit that she had requisitioned prior to the mission, after years of flying without one. <<Dial in more power to sensors. Calibrate for chemical emissions.>> The Twi’lek ordered, before receiving a prompt series of beeps and blips in response.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Lobeha Mwadu III

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armor: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Systems
  
  • Sensor Jammer: Inactive
  • FAE/S-02 Semi-Active Stealth System: Active
  • Ósýnilegt-class Personal Cloaking Device: Inactive
  • FAE/S-03 “Phase Masque” Distortion Matrix: Inactive
• Armament
  
  • AI-LC4 "Valefor" Laser Cannon (4)
  • AI-IC4 "Shiva" Ion Cannon (4)
  • Variable Flex Tube Launcher (2)
    
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Proton Warhead (6)
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (6)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • KIIR-24 'Stormclaw' Gauss Pistol
    
    • Attachments
      
      • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Ammunition
      
      • 64 Round Quad-Chamber Magazine (4)
        
        • GC-01 Slugs (64)

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

Spoiler: WEAPONS

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

The late Karki Eusith's Armor, and Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: RIDES

Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay,

Spoiler: SANCTUARY

Sanctuary Island

LOCATION: Eiattu 6 (OBJ 1) | OBJECTIVE: Defend the Citadel | POST #: 1
TAG (ALLIES) : Padawans | Valery Noble (you'll see why ;-))
TAG (FOES) : Darth Malum of House Marr​

Oh Val, you crafty little Jedi you.

He could feel it. The effects of Battle Meditation. It was a strange thing, those privy to it can sense back to the source

The Citadel of Eiattu 6 stood tall and proud, once a beacon of Imperial hope and might in the midst of a galaxy torn apart by war. But the Sith Order had set their sights on the planet, determined to crush any resistance in their path.

As the Sith forces descended upon the Citadel, the Jedi defenders knew they faced a formidable enemy. But they were not alone. Standing at the forefront of the battle was Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor, a once legendary warrior whose power was matched only by his unwavering dedication to the light side of the Force and more importantly those who stood beside him.

By order of your GrandMaster, you will all succeed or spend the rest of your lives in the mines.

‘Mines”? What would they do in the mines? What would they be mining? What does this mean? Were they going to live the lives of slave labor? The Jedi do not do that, do they? The very thought of it was terrifying. What happened? The looks Caltin was getting from the terrified Padawans told him how far he had gone with this…

Kidding! I mean come on, really? I DO have a sense of humor ya know? Laughing, he got serious for a moment. Seriously though, you have all of the skills and abilities you need right now, if you could not do this, you would not be here. Trust yourselves, trust each other and you will get through this. You are Padawan Learners, but you are still Jedi. That still means something in this galaxy.

With a will of legend in his eyes, Master Vanagor rallied the younger Jedi around him, inspiring them to stand firm in the face of the Sith onslaught. His words were like a beacon of light in the darkness, making them feel taller,stronger and more resilient than many of them had thought possible. He did not only share their danger, Caltin stood in front of them, ready to lead in the defense of the Jedi’s prize, the liberated old Imperial Citadel, filling their hearts with courage and strength.

Stand strong, young ones! Trust in the Force and defend this citadel and more importantly each other with all your might!

As the hordes of Sith forces formed up ranks and charged their way to victory or death, As the battle raged on, Master Vanagor waited. As they moved closer. Master Vanagor waited. As they came dangerously close… Caltin threw “Conservator”, his lightsaber into the air and as it spun upwards, eventually reaching its peak and returning to his hand he fought. Massive fists, powerful kicks, frightening body throw were the tale as he punched a hole for the “younger set” to follow and establish themselves. Once the weapon was in his hands, that made things even worse for the unlucky, but blindly dedicated Acolytes.

He did not want to kill any of them, but they would not stop so he went on the attack, cutting down Sith warriors with precision and skill. His mastery of the Force was unmatched here, and his presence on the battlefield was a force to be reckoned with.

The younger Jedi fought bravely by his side, their spirits lifted by his unwavering resolve. Together, they pushed back the Sith forces, driving them back from the Citadel with each strike of their lightsabers.Inspired by Master Vanagor's leadership and guidance they trusted in their abilities and each other. The Sith Order was defeated, their forces scattered and broken. The Citadel of Eiattu 6 stood strong, a testament to the power of the light side of the Force.

Right?

Nope

That was just the first wave.

The air crackled with tension as Master Vanagor stood at the forefront of the Citadel, his lightsaber ignited and ready for battle. Beside him, the younger Jedi stood, their faces set, exhausted, tested, but strong. as they prepared to defend the sacred grounds of the swamp planet Eiattu 6. The first wave had been driven back, but those who survived were no doubt telling those of the next what to expect. This was going to be the fight of the young lives of many of the Padawans and young Knights standing there, waiting, prepped and ready to do it all again.

As the second wave of Sith Order Acolytes descended upon them, Master Vanagor could sense the darkness that surrounded them. But it was not until he felt the presence of a Dark Lord, Darth Malum, that his heart sank. Caltin had never ran into this would be ruler, but that didn’t matter. They were all the same. Yes, his aura did cause Caltin’s heart to sink, but more for the Jedi next to him.

The best thing he could do was draw the Sith Lord Away from those to whom he could maim, manipulate, or worse, slaughter.Without hesitation, Caltin charged into the fray, but this time he did not stop. Master Vanagor knew that he had to stop the Dark Lord before he could unleash his full power upon the Citadel. With a fierce battle cry, he leaped into action, deflecting blaster bolts and lightsaber strikes with expert skill.

The younger Jedi followed suit, their lightsabers flashing in the darkness as they fought back against the Sith Acolytes. But Caltin wanted them to stay back. Their job was more important than his, the Citadel must not fall to the hands of the Sith Order.

 

[Ko Vuto]

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Location: Eiattu 6
Objective: I
Equipment: Standard Lightsaber | Lightsaber Shoto | San-Ni Staff
Tag: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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From the citadel itself Ko couldn’t quite see the fighting taking place outside. But he could hear it. A comm on his belt spoke out about the arrival of a ‘sith warrior’ leading the path of a unit of walker tanks that had turned buildings into rubble to the path of the citadel. They were also reported to have jump troopers with them as well. A Sith warrior paired with Jump troopers seemed like a terrifying combination for shock tactics. Ko would waste no time in rushing from the defense of the old citadel to confront the Stih Forces. Knowing that if such mobile soldiers could get through than it could spell disaster for the Alliance Forces here on Eiattu 6.
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A good chunk of the GADF soldiers in the immediate area were being cut down rather swiftly. The dust created from the spider tank bombardment obscured much of the gruesome reality as saber and blaster fire zipped through the fog of war. One alliance soldier who had been separated from their unit from the chaos. They turned back in time just to see one of the Sith’s lightsabers rushing towards them through the air. Ready to slice through them in an instant.

But just in time another lightsaber, a green shoto was ignited and spun through the air to collide with the Sith. Before quickly boomeranging back into the dust from which it came where Ko caught it and fastened it back to his belt. The obscuring dust was not an obstacle for the blind Kel Dor. But it was for all of his allies here. Taking in a deep breath Ko gathered a bit of energy before extending his hands out in either direction and taking a wide stance. Creating a rather weak and gentle Force repulse from his body to bush aside the concealing dust and smoke and offering those around a proper view of the battlefield.
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In the process he exposed both himself and the dark Valkyrie. She was quite large, much taller than Ko himself. Her massive wingspan only aiding in their imposing figure. Twirling around her were several lightsabers clearly being telekinetically manipulated. The Jedi had only ever heard of such an outlandish fighting style, but had never seen it himself. Ko’s gut told him this wasn’t just some typical Sith warrior. From his back Ko pulled out a rather unassuming looking baton. But upon activating it the length of the weapon practically tripled in size. Made up of three sections connected together via power couplings. The ends of the weapon crackled to life with scorching energy.

Ko gave a slight flourish with his weapon as it flicked and twirled across his body. Showing the improved and flexible coverage it would afford him. Imbuing it with Force Weapon would give it greater lethality and durability as well.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size? Or would that be too difficult for you Sith?” Ko practically hissed the title. Speaking it as if it was some horrible slur meant to offend and disparage. However, the hooded Jedi’s lightside presence was a little muted at the moment. Within a pouch on his belt was a strange amulet that he’d picked off of Valor prior, who said it supposedly belonged to Braze.​

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[Efret Farr]

OBJECTIVE: I

As she stepped out of the gunship with Toric still stabilizing her on one side, she shielded Nirrah's eyes with her free hand. The convor watched their shared surroundings from where sat on Efret's shoulder. Nirrah's yellow-green eyes settled on Noah. Both is facial and hand movements registered to Efret through Nirrah's eyes and their interspecial, visual telepathic bond, but Efret chose to focus her own eyes on the latter.

As Noah spoke, Toric let go of Efret's arm and stepped back into the gunship to help Kili unload the camp's equipment.

"Thank you for meeting us here," the chief curator replied after Noah had finished he greeting. She walked towards him. "I assume watching over archeologists wasn't how most of your soldiers expected to spend this engagement, but we appreciate your willingness." Nirrah's attention was momentarily taken away from the commandant as Toric stepped back out of the ship with a cargo box in his arms. Efret saw it too though she did not turn her head. "We're quick to draw our trowels, not our sabers, but, should the Sith come to the capital, we'll stand with you. If we must evacuate, our cargo can be left behind. There's nothing of a sensitive nature."

Then Efret did turn her head, breaking her connection with Nirrah and gazing out over the very blurry horizon on which she could only see patterns of lights and sweeping strokes of color. "I have a question for you, Commandant," she began after a beat, reestablishing her bond with Nirrah. "I give you permission to speak freely as you answer. I've read some of your papers on galactic military history, like 'The Clone Wars and it's Effects on Outer Rim Governance', and I would like to hear your opinion.

"What do you think are our chances of winning Eiattu? Part of me felt I should have waited to establish a base for artifact recovery until the hostilities on this planet were over, but another urged my hand..." She glanced over to where she knew the ship was. "And here we are."

Noah Corek​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Starlyte Station
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Directly across from Valery, Corazona sat. Legs crossed, eyes closed and face still, the Knight joined her mentor in meditation.

The after-effects of the Empire's invasion of Coruscant still rippled across the city-planet several times over, but only recently had they begun to slow. With the resources available to them, the Alliance could easily fix the superficial damage that had been done to the upper levels.

Physical destruction had not been the Empire's only goal. Striking the capital meant striking the sense of security of civilians, and striking unease into the surrounding words. If the capital could be attacked, so could they.

One battle rode on the heels of another. The Sith to the south were not idle, and so too could the Jedi not afford to be.

Valery was a beacon of Light – she always had been, from the day they'd first met. The Grandmaster did not need her help in this, but Cora remained dutifully seated at her side. She reached into the Light, immersed herself in it, and bolstered the strength of Valery's battle meditation. Together, they'd intensified the presence of the Light, lending clarity, courage, and vigor to those who wielded it.

Valery Noble | Darth Empyrean

 

[Derek Dib]

Objective: 1
Allies: Galactic Alliance & Friends
Enemies: SO
Tags: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Jarek Voss Sentapoth Findos Noah Corek Wulrenkit Claymus Credius Nargath Jonyna Si Efret Farr Darth Strosius Ko Vuto Gress D'ran Kasir Dorran Trajan Fett Hakon Fett Caltin Vanagor



The lightsaber struck for his head and Derek ducked and avoided the blow. The scent of burnt hair spoke of how close he came to death. However, close was not dead. He drove the tip of the spear blaster into the Sith’s throat and yanked it free. With it raised he discharged the weapon into the line of attackers. Enemy troopers fell dead and another Sith charged forward. He twirled the spear and parried the overhead strike while stepping to the side. The tip of his spear fell and severed the Sith’s spine.

He breathed deeply taking a break as the remains of the Sith line broke and fell back. Not victory but a moment's reprieve until another wave crashed upon the defenders. The wounded were lifted from the blood-slicked ground and evacuated back to where the medical tents waited for those who fell in battle. His left hand wiped the sweat from his face. Down the line, he watched as a Jedi led the youth of his order forward into another wave. The break was over.

“Etyain! Bring your Knights! We must reinforce the young Jedi!”

The matriarch leader of the Knights of Aegis led her eight compatriots after the Vaklin representative. A platoon of A.T.T.F. followed in their wake. Derek shoved to the fore and immediately used the spear blaster to fire into the encroaching enemy line. A dozen fell which gave the former viceroy room to step forward and spin the spear, deflecting blaster bolts back into the enemy. The A.T.T.F. pushed forward and interspersed into the Jedi line, their ranged weapons fired into the Sith forces. Aegis Knights launched forward and attacked. Derek Dib pushed right alongside them.

They fought without fear for they knew that their cause was righteous and if they fell they would become one with the force. The troopers fought with fear but also determination. For they knew that the evil that surged against them that day could easily try to sweep over their own homes and families. Derek fought because it was the right thing to do. He didn’t want to die but he was not afraid of death. Many times he survived warfare when others did not and he knew that eventually, he would fall. If it was this day then he would go knowing he fought to make a difference in the galaxy.

Again and again, the spear tasted the blood of his enemies and sent them to the ground never to rise again. Often he interceded for the young Jedi who were determined to do what they must. But regardless of how well they fought, some of his allies fell with lifeless hands releasing their weapons and empty eyes staring into nothing. Battle was indiscriminate in taking their souls. Whether they were good or evil, all eventually died. It was the way of war.

Eventually, the knights, troopers, young Jedi, and Derek pushed forward. A wedge that pressed into the enemy with the Vaklin representative at the front. Blaster bolts flew from the spear as often as the tips thrust into bodies. And still, the enemy came with relentless animosity.

“Come to me! Fight me!”

Derek shouted the challenge as the warriors pressed into the enemy.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Jax Thio = bad guy

Objective II - The Veil
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Dathomir, home planet of this Matriarch, exists in the physical realm and also amidst the ethereal plane of the Netherworld. The will of the Dark Lord sends a shockwave through the Darkside of the Force. Voices of the damned cry out in sudden tremor across the galaxy. Disturbed spirits flee, as the dead want their rest, while others begin to gather. The ancestral lineage of the Matriarch rise to the call.

The Wanica Coven focuss their thoughts upon the origination of the tremor which draws them through the Nether to the destination of Naalol. Pomstychtivé and twelve deceased Nightmothers who have unified to form the Wanica Coven, stand upon the edge of the hereafter where it meets the physical realm. Their appearance is as corpses, donned in the garb of Queens from today and of eras long ago. Immediately upon stepping out from behind the veil of death, the thirteen Nightmothers transform into living beauty, known for melting Dark hearts. The Matriarch can feel the taint of the Jedi upon the Darkside here, as these apostates insist upon forcing the racing waves of chaos, to deaden and still, calling it peace.

"Nauseating Jedi," the Matriarch scowls.

Pomstychtivé reaches into her personal bag, and withdraws a small vial from her stash of volatile potions. A flick of her thumb with her long black nails, and the cork dislodges with a faint pop. A warming of the glass at a rub of her fingertips, the potion begins to glow and its contents rise into the air before them. The coven's incantation sparks ancient symbols to scrawl through the air, flames aglow revealing their presence to be at the entrance of a long abandoned cavern.

"Intriguing," she said under her breath. "We must venture inside." The Nightsisters walked as their incantation set in motion magic to draw ethereal sentinels from the catacombs to guard the mouth of the cavern. Their breath turns to smoke, as itch begins to form in the back of Pomstychtivé's mind. Her itch has a name.

"Jax Thio," she seethes.

One by one the Wanica Witches dissolve into individual plumes of black smoke and they swarm into the air around Pomstychtivé. One by one, the Matriarch swallows them, causing her eyes to glow with their Dark enchantment.

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[Noah Corek]

Objective: 1
With: Efret Farr
Gear: Armor - Recce Rifle - 2x Sidearms​

Noah observed the approach of the Jedi Master, eyes shifting between her, what he assumed was the seeing eye animal that had been mentioned in her dossier and the rest of her team, who went about unloading their gear from the gunship.

He inclined his head with respect towards Efret when she spoke to him. “It’s not a problem Master Farr, I believe in face to face communication and meeting whomever I will be working with.” When she made assumptions about what he and his troops would rather be doing Noah shrugged before responding. “You assume correct but me and my Legionnaires are professionals, we were hired to do a job and we will do that job without complaint and to the utmost of our capabilities.”

A smile graced his face when she mentioned trowels and sabers before he shook his head. “With the amount of security we have here I doubt your sabers will be necessary but the thought is comforting. It’s also good to know you haven’t brought sensitive material, I’ve already drawn up an evacuation plan but I hope it won’t need to be implemented.

The next words by the Chief Curator would surprise Noah. She had read one of the papers he had written. Not many knew of it but Noah had actually achieved a PhD in Galactic History with a focus in Military History and had had a few papers published in journals. He was surprised the Jedi Master had read one of them but then took her words in full.

He reached up, hand rubbing his bearded face in thought as he gathered his words before speaking. “I’ll admit, the planet is not secured as much as I’d like to be conducting an excavation like yours but preservation of history is a vital part of culture.”

Looking toward the horizon before turning towards Efret with a smile. “I think our chances are the best we could hope for. If you read that paper I’m assuming you also read my paper ‘Will and Morale: The Lifeblood of any Army’, yes?” He would wait for her affirmation before continuing.

“While the morale of the Alliance has indeed taken a hit after the attack on Coruscant;” His face grimaced at the mention of Coruscant. “I believe they have more than enough will to prevail not only here but in the war in general. Also: since you’ve read my papers feel free to call me just Noah.”

 

[Liram Angellus]

You know that light that flashes before your eyes before you die?
That's our targeting reticles.​

For anyone that wants to read it, The Angellus family history to this point Is here.
Angellus "Ewan Isaacs - CAG/SCAR Teams CO", LCaptain Halpern "Celestial City CO", Captain Zev Tantor "Silver City" CO, Captain Rojuh Pouil "Valhalla" CO, Captain Scott Pouil - Flight Director 5th Fleet, Chief Gribbs - NCOIC 5th Fleet.

• Jackal Class Starfighter (piloted by SCAR Group) x12 Squadrons
• Seraphim Class Long Range Heavy Interceptor x20 Squadrons
• NC-1000 X-Wing x20 Squadrons
• Elysian class Strike fighter x12 Squadrons
• Carcharodon Strike Fighter x12 Squadrons
• URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/cas-101-warpig-close-air-support-fighter-gunship.185383/#post-2380096']Warpig Close air Support[/URL] x20 Squadron

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[ANY COMMUNICATIONS INSIDE THESE BRACKETS ARE THE RESULT OF COMMS COMMUNICATION]
SECTOR: [URL’https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Sullust’]Sullust[/URL]
ORDERS: Nullify or outright destroy Orbital shipyards
WINGMATES: Dracken Pryce
ENGAGING: OPEN

They were bombarded with enemy fire. Sith Order defenses were strong because they had been expecting them. Despite this, the 5th fleet did not back down. Although not all of them were expected to survive, they were confident that as a whole, they would take care of their mission and achieve their goals.

The fleet's fighters launched at their targets, their engines roaring as they streaked towards the enemy ships. The pilots were the best of the best, at least that is what they believed, their skills honed through countless hours of training and simulation. The X-wings weaved through enemy fire with ease, their ships fast and maneuverable, dodging and ducking as they closed in on their targets. They were hitting targets of opportunity and thus anything in their gunsights that were not aligned or innocent were turned to debris.

The Sith Order's defenders were incredible in their fanatically powerful methods but were little to no match for the Alliance's Seraphim interceptors. The enemy ships were slow and cumbersome, unable to keep up with the lightning-fast Alliance starfighters. The pilots picked off enemy ships one by one, their weapons blazing as they tore through the enemy's defenses on their way to the smaller “anti-starfighter” capital ships. These interceptors were designed specifically to take them on and their weaponry tore through the shields and into bulkheads.

“Conn Tactical! Seraphim fighters are moving on the directives.”

Angellus heard this and brought up his Flight Director/Air Boss.

Scott, redirect available “Elysians” to divert and attack enemy starfighters directly. Bring available X-wings around and take on nearby midships. The Seraphim Interceptors were powerful starfighters but could not survive a fight on two fronts, no one could. Their attack on “Anti-Starfighter” capital ships would draw the attention of aligned capital ships nearby. The X-wings were fast and hit hard, this was their assignment to draw those ships' attention away from the Seraphims. Elysian Strike Fighters were more comfortable attacking, but dogfighting was definitely not a weakness.

Aye, what of the remaining auto-defenses?

They’s be gone before they can make any kind of difference. Looking at Line Captain Halpern. Move us in.

Aye. Helm/Conn, start moving us into closer support and arrack positions. Comms/Conn, send word to the fleet. Tactical/Conn, start bringing tractor beams online and pulling wrecked turrets with us, prepare to slingshot them at assigned targets. Simply put, the capital ships’ heavy guns would provide more support, and the added attraction of destroyed auto-turrets being used as ammunition in make shift slug throwers was a plus.

As the battle raged on, the Alliance's fighters continued to dominate the skies. Proving their stronger, more balanced combinations of firepower and defensive abilities, and soon the Sith Order's defenses began to crumble. Pressing the advantage, the capital ships allowed the Alliance fighters to to push deeper into enemy territory and taking out key targets with precision strikes.

As the Galactic Alliance 5th Reactionary Fleet continued their assault on the Sith Order controlled shipyards of Sullust, the power of their starfighters became increasingly evident. The sleek and agile X-wing and Jackal fighters weaved through enemy fire, taking out TIE fighters with precision and skill. The TIE defenders were no match for the Alliance pilots, who were well-trained and highly experienced in combat.

But it was the cannons of the capital ships that truly turned the tide of the battle. The Alliance's Liberator class assault carriers unleashed a barrage of turbolaser fire, tearing through the Sith Order's defenses with devastating accuracy, while the Heavy Cruisers moved closer to provide heavier firepower against incoming capital ships. The Sith Order's own capital ships, were not out of the fight though, that added with the Jackal Class fighters slowly disappearing from the fight.. They were more than capable of withstanding this barrage for an extended period of time. In fact the shipyards were calling “Emergency Code Zero” and all available ships in the area were responding. No matter what the alligned forces of Dracken Pryce could do to stop it. Sudenly, the 5th Fleet was starting to look like they would become horribly outnumbered.

Just when it seemed like defeat was evident for the Alliance, a sudden and unexpected turn of events occurred. Out of nowhere, a squadron of Carcharodon Stealth strike fighters appeared, swooping in from behind the Sith Order's capital ships. These stealth fighters were equipped with advanced cloaking technology, making them virtually invisible to enemy sensors until it was too late.

The Carcharodons unleashed a barrage of proton torpedoes and ion cannons, catching many of the Sith Order's capital ships off guard. If that wasn’t enough, the SCAR Teams were more and more able to carry out their orders. Sith Order ships leaving the docking ports of the shipyards were either firing on their own vessels, or their reactor cores were overloading. Much of the shipyards defense forces were suddenly thrown into disarray as the Carcharodons continued their devastating strikes, picking off enemy ships one
by one.

Attention all ships, Angellus's voice boomed over the comms. We are about to engage the enemy. Capital ships, I want you to draw the fire of the Sith Order forces. Keep them distracted and give our strike fighters a clear path to their targets.

The capital ships of the Galactic Alliance moved into various attack positions never stopping but alternating their locations, their shields absorbing the brunt of the enemy's firepower. The “Warpig'' Close Support fighters began their own attack runs showing their strength and their own forms of attack capabilities. The heavy guns on them tearing into enemy bulkheads sending bodies flying out into the void. X-wings blazing a hard and fast trail, hitting anything and everything. Seraphim Interceptors dropping their heavy payloads on the larger ships. Elysian and Carcharodon Stealth strike fighters launched their new directives coming from the control room. They were going straight for the shipyards

Strike fighters, you are clear to engage, Pouihl commanded. The fighters swooped in, weaving through the barrage of enemy fire with precision and skill. The X-wings unleashed a volley of proton torpedoes, hitting the remaining automated turrets with deadly accuracy. The Seraphim Interceptors strafed the enemy capital, their blasters cutting through the Sith Order forces like a hot knife through butter.

Much of the crew on the bridge of the ‘Celestial City’, much of the chatter from the fighter pilots, even the common staff were becoming more and more confident. The 5th fleet was getting through the defenses, but Angellus was more controlled.

This was the easy part