Faction [GA] The Hapan Crisis

[Kalen]

Lycus Merita Aadihr Lidos Drystan Creed Karrys Corvin Strix
will make another post soon as Ben Khal to join the fight; I only just realized the other group was on Kavan (I don't know how to read)
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Thane returned with “Sinsor” in tow: Jedi Master Oukranos Cthylla stepped into the pale blue glow of the holograms, pulling back the hood of his robe. With his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, it was easy to forget Oukranos wasn’t Hapan—wasn’t even human, in fact. “Kalen,” he said, trace amounts of warmth in his tone.

“Master Jedi,” Kalen replied coolly. “What do you want?”

“The same thing you do. A free and equal Hapes.”

Kalen shook his head. “We’ve been over this already. You don’t agree with our methods. We’re too violent for your tastes. Never mind that nearly every single one of the worlds in your Alliance has a bloody revolution in their history—”

“I’m not here on behalf of the Alliance,” Oukranos interrupted. “Or the New Jedi Order. I’m here as a friend and ally of the people of Hapes.”

“Does that include the she-beast in the rainbow gem tiara?” Kalen muttered. He was ready to turn Oukranos away, to write off this entire thing as just another attempt at luring his eyes off the prize. Yet the genuine look in Oukranos’ eyes kept him from dismissing the Jedi outright. “I read up on your people, the Pylantians. You don’t understand conflict, do you? Your kind aren’t evolved for war.”

“War is all I’ve ever known.” Oukranos breathed a sigh. “There is more going on behind the scenes than you realize. Beyond the Consortium and the Crimson Veil, beyond even the Hapan conflict itself.”

“Save me the lecture,” Kalen snapped. “Your endless feud with the Sith is meaningless to the rest of us. You’re just men and women with too much power, squabbling over religion while the rest of us burn and bleed!”

He was on his feet almost without realizing it, angrier than he intended to be. Quickly he regained control over his emotions, standing tall in front of Oukranos. The Pylantian didn’t appear offended by his outburst. His gaze was almost pleading.

“There is still time to stop the bloodshed. I can give you a way to speak to the Queen Mother safely.” He produced a handheld holo projector and held it out to Kalen. “Your broadcast will be untraceable.”

Kalen shook his head, a clear refusal of the offer. “Haven’t you read the statement I sent to the press?” he asked. In the end, the only way to fight a war of conflicting narratives is to write your own story. And Kalen was determined to do just that. “I told them that the Crimson Veil isn’t anti-matriarchy. We’re anti-monarchy. We aren’t interested in putting a king on the throne or bargaining with the Queen Mother. We want the royals gone, and the Consortium rearranged into a democratic state. Only then will we have true equality, true freedom.”

So let the Alliance come with their armies and their Jedi, their diplomacy and their lightsabers. They were fighting against democracy itself. The very thing they claimed to be all about.

Kalen waited for Oukranos to react. To give up and leave, or attempt to arrest the leader of the Crimson Veil. Yet the Jedi Master just stood there, looking back at him. “Well?” Kalen finally prompted. “What are you going to do?”

“At Reef Fortress, I made you a promise,” Oukranos said. “That I would stay with you no matter what. I didn’t keep my vow then. I want to amend my mistake.”

Kalen was stunned. Was he really going to go against the Alliance? Against the Order? “Your mistake,” he echoed. “Are you sure the mistake wasn’t making that promise in the first place?”

“I’m not sure yet.” Oukranos let his outer robe slide from his shoulders, falling to the floor and revealing the battle armor he wore underneath. “But I’m going to find out.” He grasped the hilt of his lightsaber, removing it from his belt. “There are Consortium troops advancing on your position. They've been attacking villages and towns nearby, claiming they are harboring terrorists. I am going to stop them.”

"You are full of surprises, Jedi." Kalen turned to Commander Thane and nodded. "Let him go." They would soon see if Oukranos could keep his vow.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

So much had happened in the past few weeks. A few more jobs with others around the Sanctum. A few jobs with Dells here and there. Getting to know the other Rebel and her war stories has been very good for Jared. Learned more about fighting in wars and their after effects than he had in the past. Starchaser was his father's son, but as a result, he was avoiding the pitfall of his father. Not getting involved in the war machines. But running small missions, flying Underground folks around, delivering guns, and keeping an ear to the spaceways? That he could do.

He could do that real well.

It was why he was here, in Hapes, a place he had to actually go and purchase a star chart for, since he avoided the Consortium like a plague. But there was fighting going on, there was the Alliance doing their thing, but more importantly? There were lives to save.

All while he was part of the Sanctum, he was taking some jobs with the Foundation, and even dragged Delila Castillon along with him for this mission. Folks were having a bad time in Hapes. It wasn't that they had much, but the definitely had access to some Starchaser ships, and that meant all the world to most. A few Shepherd transports, and by a few, Jared meant three. Two loaded with foodstuffs and medicine, but ready to evacuate anyone who needed to get out of a war zone, and one loaded with some weapons and those who were apt to use them.

The Foundation had it own approaches, but the Underground had theirs. If people were going to be getting into trouble, the least that could be done was that people were coming to help those. It was what his father taught him, and a lesson that Jared lived by.

With his family YT-2400 landed, Jared and Dells had stepped out of the ship, the first of a few securing the landing zone. Looking to the redhead, Jared said. "So, we get the things offloaded, get them in the right hands, I think other Foundation members are here… and we see what we can do." There was a grin on the Mirialan-hybrid's face as he said that. Armed with old Levantine armor tech, his trashcan lightsaber, and a slugthrower, he was not a Jedi. He definitely wasn't.

But he was here to help, and that meant the weakest that they had.

"And we'll have to contact the rest of the Foundation. Hopper, you want to see if you can find who is in charge here?" The BD droid hopped off Jared's shoulder and made a bee-line through the area. Other ships were coming.

That was when one of the people arrived, Hopper on their tail. Healing skills?

"We've got some heavy equipment landing, mostly medical. And a few teams of people. I can see what I can do, but…" He held his lightsaber up, waving the extinguished weapon at the local area. "I'm not a Jedi, so can't make any magical healing promises. My droids got the coordinates where a few Shepherds are landing, one with medical equipment. I can work with your teams to get people out of the hot zones." That was a promise he could keep.

Delila Castillon
Zhea Nox

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire | Earring | Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Slugthrower Rifle

The tanks fired their intimidation barrage, and the Hapan fired back. A Panther was scattered to bits, and hell broke out all around. Drystan conjured swirles of the force which tugged and tormented the auras of the Hapan troops, instilling fear.

Aadihr's Bangle snapped into a shield just before absorbing a blaster bolt. Aadihr followed the path back in his mind's eye, adjusting the tip of his rifle and fired.

The subsonic round flew over the killing field spinning and soaring hundreds of meters, guided by both gravity and wind to it's destination - a Hapan sniper. More specifically, the gas cartridge of the blaster they were holding, releasing the fuel in an explosive puff - though not necessarily lethal. Aadihr didn't bother to check, too much death already surrounded him.

He pulled back the lever action and chambered another round.

"Major, Knight Lidos," he called through comms, his tone measured but urgent. "We've got unexpected company. An aerial element. Suggestions?"

"I've got one. Remember the girl I told you about on Coruscant, the one frozen in Carbonite?"

Azurine Varek , the glimmer of light in the force that quelled Aadihr's seething nerves.

" She was a rebel pilot prior to Yavin. Ran a blockade, shot down an imperial ace, that kinda stuff." Aadihr grinned, almost predatorial as he tilted his head upwards, proud of the woman of whom he spoke.

He tugged at the feeling in the back of his mind, the mini presence of her purple light he kept with him, the light that grew brighter each day. He reached for her through the force - a stretch - to call her for support.

He felt the presence touch back.

"She'll handle the air support." Aadihr replied, confident despite being unsure what exactly this budding connection was.

Azurine Varek | Drystan Creed | Lycus Merita | Ben Khal | Karrys​

 

[Ben Khal]

Drystan Creed Aadihr Lidos Lycus Merita Karrys
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It had begun to rain. Ben staggered away from the fighting, treading muddy ground as he followed the call of the Force, until finally he found who he had been looking for.

Master Oukranos didn't seem surprised to see him. His expression was unreadable, his face set as if in stone. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Ben hadn't seen him since the wedding, hadn't spoken to him since he saved the assassin and contributed to the creation of this crisis. The boy had stifled his feelings, suppressing his anger and hurt over what his master had done. Now it all came tumbling out. "You're a traitor!" he shouted. "You're working with the terrorists! You've betrayed Hapes, the Alliance, and the Order!"

Oukranos' statuesque mask finally began to crack. "Oh, Ben," he muttered. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."

Ben grabbed his lightsaber, activating the golden blade. "I'm going to stop you. Come quietly or I'll—" He broke off as the world began to grow hazy around the edges. Fighting back, he realized Oukranos had attempted to stun him with the Force. His pain crystallized into rage. With a cry he swung his lightsaber at his master, only for his blade to meet empty air.

"The Consortium is now firing on the GADF." Ben whirled around as Oukranos' voice suddenly came from somewhere behind him. "You must make a choice, Padawan. I have already made mine."

He disappeared into the rain. Ben tried to chase him down, but lost sight of him both visually and in the Force. He had to make a choice. Looking back toward the sounds of gunfire and explosions, he shut his eyes and centered himself, letting the rage drain away. He had not forgotten the murder of his cousin and prince, and of Admiral Angellus at the hands of the terrorists. If the Consortium was firing on civilians, they must have been on the side of the terrorists. If they were firing on the GADF, they must be obstructing justice.

Ben made his choice. He marched through the rain back to the battle, joining the ranks of the Consortium.

 

[Rayia Si]

Corazona von Ascania Haliat Kryze Jenn Kryze Roman Vossari
Location: Moonside Inn
Objective: Hostage Rescue

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Every day, it seemed that the galaxy encountered some new problem that threatened to rip Rayia’s friends away from her. It hadn’t been that long ago that she and Cora had been watching racyon kits in the Temple. Only for Rayia to receive a tight-beam emergency transmission across Jedi frequencies stating that Cora had been captured. And while the GA was looking to go to their aid, Rayia suspected that they would have their hands full dealing with the Consortium and Crimson Veil’s grudges.

So, rather than split their forces, the GADF had welcomed interested parties to the fray. And Rayia had been attached to one of those parties, namely Jenn’s Nite Owls and Hastati, as a theoretical overseer. That being said, Rayia doubted that she actually held much sway here. ‘I’m just a face. A little reminder to follow Galactic Alliance code and bylaws,’ Rayia thought to herself. Not that she cared. It had given her the chance to see Jenn again, after all.

And that was the reason why Rayia sat huddled up in the middle of the dropship floor out of the way. Even with her eyes closed, Rayia could tell that the ship was a flurry of activity before they approached even the five minute mark. Her tail bristled with every vibration, letting Rayia feel the bustle of Hastati coupling jetpacks to their armor and rechecking their weapons. Her conical, tapered ears perked as she detected the slight tonal shift in the thrusters’ whine that told her they were approaching their destination.

Golden, feline eyes cracked open a moment later as the pilot, Karrys, confirmed as much to Jenn. Rayia sidled up to the racks of equipment, slinging her own jet pack onto her back and fastening it tight. She shot an appreciative, thin smile towards two of the Hastati who joined her. Rayia’s only experience with any sort of self-powered flight was clinging to Varys Amun during a unpromptu escape into the Onderon Jungle. ‘At least we’re in a city. Little chance of trees slicing us to ribbons here,’ Rayia thought. But, she drew her tail into its sheath just in case.

Rayia’s descent was hardly smooth. It occurred in sputters and starts as Rayia fought her fear and the proverbial reins. Thrusters would flare repeatedly, filling the air with the whooshing of flame before Rayia would choke back to vertical and plummet a few feet. Thankfully, the two soldiers assigned to her were able to guide her “controlled falls” towards the landing zone. Thankfully, the booming and whizzing of blasters firing a few blocks away seemed to muffle the noise as Rayia collapsed to the roof of the Moonside Inn. She lay there a few moments, nostrils flaring, as she tried to catch her breath. “S-self note: Never doing that again,” Rayia huffed under her breath. She rose to her feet. Slowly, her tail slipped out of its sheath. Almost immediately, the keen sensory organ began to pick up sources of movement in Rayia’s vicinity.

Rayia pointed towards the door that they were about to enter. “Three guards, one floor down. They’re coming up. Must be sweeping,” she mouthed. A sharp-fanged grin met silence in the face of the question of whether or not the hostage takers would be able to detect her. A grin which notably featured far too many teeth.

 

[Serena Harth]

Gakot Cal - Vera Noble​

Serena listened carefully. The CO didn't have much to say, just do as he says and stay close, easy enough. He had no qualms about what she filmed, which is a good thing, because it's the one subject she would have dared to argue over. She wasn't here to be a propaganda machine, she was here to capture the truth. "Roger that, sir," With a firm, understanding nod, Serena stepped away.

"That's me. Vera Noble."

Serena whistled low, as if impressed. Then, realizing the implications of Vera being on this mission, she winced, "Oh, well, uh, sorry to put you in the spotlight. No pressure." This padawan no doubt had a lot of responsibility and expectations already on her shoulders. Serena did feel a little bad about adding to that, but at the end of the day, capturing the goings on of Hapes was more important than such individual hang-ups. With an apologetic look, Serena activated her camdroid, P0P, then turned her attention to him full for one last inspection before the unit went on the move.

"Talons on me! We got a situation in the southern apartment district!”

The call to action was made. They took off to towards the nearest district, and Serena scrambled to catch up with Gakot. P0P activated his camera, and kept close behind. While they were mid transit, Serena took the opportunity to speak to the audience. They were't live, but nonetheless it was up to her to add context for future viewers, "This is Serena Harth, on the streets of Hapes alongside Alliance Strike Force Talon. It's total chaos down here, with the Consortium cracking down on anything they deem sympathetic to the Crimson Veil across the cluster. Now, the GADF has been called in to keep the situation from escalating. Hopefully, it isn't already too late..."

 

[Shan Pavond]

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It was chaos all over the cluster. A terrorist group had made it's move against the Hapes Consortium and now the Consortium was going full scorched planet on the Crimson Veil. They were willing to stain the ground of every planet in the cluster crimson in revenge, not caring if they were slaughtering those who were innocent or not. It was simply guilty by association, or even guilty by proximity. It was not something Shan would stand for. It was common in something like this, for Shan to be found nearest the biggest population centre to work on healing the injured and wounded. But today was not that day. He trusted the other Jedi to be able to do the work he most commonly would do. Instead he was set out for Terephon. Yes, it was considered a backwater world of the cluster, but that also meant any cries for help would take an extended period of time to get out...If there was anyone able to even get off world for help. It wouldn't be a surprise to him if the Consortium troops had set some kind of blockade around all the major spaceports.

The Mirialan rubbed his shoulder, frowning to himself at the armour he was wearing. It felt wrong. Considering his specialisation into being a Consular, a Healer, it was rare for him to wear armour. In his eyes, it would only put fear into those you were trying to heal, whereas being vulnerable would put their fears at ease...but he wasn't here to heal. No. He was here to treat the sickness on both sides. There were innocent people caught in this incident and it was his duty to protect them. To be a wall between them and danger. It was one of the main reasons he had decided to wear the armour onto the field. He checked over his lightsaber and blaster, making sure they were both set to a non-lethal setting. If people were going to die today, they weren't going to be by his hand.

"I'm going to head to Tu'ana. See what I can do to prevent a potential massacre there. Make sure to keep an eye out on anyone potentially hiding in Murg dens. They might think they'll be safer underground but it's a possibility that if there's any form of explosives going off, that those dens might become their tombs."

That was his plan. Now that he verbally confirmed it to himself, Shan was ready to get into action. As the dropship approached the planet surface, Shan pulled the door open and stared out at the expanse of the planet. It felt like his breathing was echoing in his head. The sound of his heart beating away. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't afraid of this. Normally he'd have plenty of GADF forces or fellow Jedi near his position, but this was one of the few times where he was more isolated. He'd have some manner of help...but there wasn't much. With one final inhale, Shan hopped out of the shuttle in mid-flight, using the Force to break his fall before heading out on a steady jog towards Tu'ana.

 

[Diogo Talon]

Tag: Eloise Dinn + Corvin Strix​

"I could crush you like a bug with a single thought, you b—"

In a habitual movement, Charlotte tucked a wispy lock of chestnut brown hair behind one ear and smirked, her symmetrical cheek dimples revealing themselves at last. Diogo had a feeling her and El would make fast friends. Maybe when this was all over...

Rather than wait for a response, Eloise thrust out her hand, using the Force to push the troops out of the way.

Nobody smirked this time. As the troops were savagely flung out of the way by the Force push, a blaster rifle haphazardly fired like a starting gun. All hell broke loose after that. Blaster fire erupted from both sides—rallying cries, panicked screams, and death rattles ensued.

Diogo instinctively unclipped his lightsaber and ignited the blue blade with a quick flick of the activation button. But the commander was quick on the draw and before Diogo could close the distance, she stepped forward and aimed a slugthrower at Charlotte. Hatred blazed in her eyes, burning white hot, and she growled like a feral beast. She didn't even give a passing glance to Diogo—he was a man, unworthy of a shred of consideration in life or death. Charlotte was her bounty; a Hapan woman and a noble, aiding and abetting the Crimson Veil terrorists... an unforgivable betrayal. Justice was death. Charlotte stared defiantly. She didn't tremble. She didn't look away. She didn't even blink when the commander finally pulled the trigger.

Diogo flinched. Blood thundered in his ears. The corners of his vision darkened. His chest constricted. Everything became slow motion. He watched as Charlotte's lifeless body crumpled. Underneath her, a thick pool of blood was already starting to seep into the fertile soil of Hapes. Above her, ashes fell from the sky like tears.

 

[Orion Pavond]

HAPES – FOUNTAIN PALACE – THRONE ROOM
Kha'la Daaray | Jasper Kai'el | Lady Sylvia Organa | Nos Voros | Damian du Couteau | Amani Serys | Kassogtha Cthylla | Caelan Valoren

" Kassogtha Cthylla ."

Orion's gaze held onto the Queen's now. Her authority matched only by his own nonchalance as he gestured to the Jedi Librarian. He needed to separate the Librarian from the proceedings. Either for a few moments or permanently, it did not matter right now.

"As most of you are probably already aware, her family has already been involved in the events, and I believe her judgment may be too impaired," Orion clarified, pursing his lips for a moment as his head tilted apologetically for a moment, "She should be removed from the discourse at once. I fear her motivations may not be entirely pure and may be guided by attempting to redeem the family name rather than ensure Hapes and Alliance's best interests at heart are met."

Orion's slow deliberate steps brought him next to the Pylantian Jedi Master before turning to face the Jedi for a brief moment and whispering quietly.

"I believe it would be in your interest to follow me for the moment."

Returning to face the Queen and the court as well as the senators at large, Orion's chest slightly dipped into a small bow before gesturing for Master Cthylla to follow.

"Unless anyone has an objection, I will escort Master Cthylla out and away from the throne room. I wish all of you the best of luck in pursuing a swift but peaceful and effective resolution to this matter."

And, if no one were to stop his simple request and objection to the Master Jedi's presence, Orion would find the opportunity to escort Master Cthylla away from the talks to discuss a more private matter.

Such as the escape and subsequent disappearance of her husband from the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

 

[Haliat Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Moonside Inn
| Objective | Hostage Rescue

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"Typical Jetii, that Princess. Always getting herself into trouble. Hey, Haliat! That's your second time playing the part of the knight in shining beskar, right? Think she'll knight you if you make a habit of it?"​

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"If that is my fate, I shall simply have to bear it with dignity. Though I would settle for her relinquishing whatever compromising holos she is evidently in possession of."

Jests aside, of course, it came as little surprise to Haliat that the Duchess had committed her forces to this mission, or even that she had elected to lead them in person as had been impossible on the occasion Karrys spoke of. And while he relished the prospect of the blood he would spill this day no more than he ever did, he was glad to be a part of this all the same. The loyalty which Jenn Kryze showed her true friends was a serious contender for her most admirable quality, and having now met Corazana von Ascania, it was not hard to see how she had managed to win such esteem for herself. In truth, he suspected the royal Jedi would ultimately have been up to the task of extricating herself with or without their help, but aid she has sought, and aid she would have.

As it happened, he feared neither enemy blaster, nor allied mockery in this case. He'd been on his feet, jetpack affixed and at the ready before he allowed himself his rare indulgence of banter. And while it was of course Jenn's place to lead, Haliat was not far behind, enjoying the brief tranquility which the open sky offered before it gave way to the bloody business which had brought them here. Immediately after he'd properly cleared their dropship and had a little patch of sky to himself, the stabilizing wings extended from his jetpack and well-practiced habit took over. For all its utility, a jetpack at full burn was easily detectable by any number of scanning devices up to and including the naked eye, and so its use was carefully minimized on the way down, right up until its full thrust was necessary for a soft and ideally somewhat unobtrusive landing.

Nevertheless, when Jenn asked if they could maintain the element of surprise, he was somewhat surprised, perhaps even a bit indignant to discover that he could answer in the affirmative. He had no reason to doubt Rayia's assessment of their opposition; whatever means she employed, there was no point in opening her mouth if she couldn't first verify her assertion, and yet a quick thermal scan confirmed it all the same. If these amateurs couldn't be bothered to set a proper watch on such an obvious point of vulnerability, had managed to miss the firing of multiple literal jet engines, then yes, stealth seemed entirely doable here.

Nevertheless, he kept his actual response to a single nod, even as his sword left its scabbard and his off hand clutched his bes'bev in a reverse grip. If there was need of silence, then that meant knife work.

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| Friendly | Jenn Kryze Rayia Si Corazona von Ascania Roman Vossari
| Hostile | All dead, awaiting notification.​

 

[Damian du Couteau]

Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Hapes
Outfit

Damian listened as more Senators expressed their displeasure with the Queen’s action, a bit obvious but what caused the young du Couteau heir to give pause was when the Chancellor spoke. The situation was not just growing against the Queen Mother, but the shifting of perceived power was also changing hands and that was a potentially dangerous path. Damian moved closer to the Chancellor, offering a bow in reverence before speaking.

“My Lord Chancellor, if the Alliance presides over the handling of a response, we become obligated to provide justice for all wronged parties. . . Caution is what I’m advising.” Damian emphasised the point of all wronged parties in particular because challenging a head of state of any member world was always a precarious situation. History has proved that these situations were always a tinderbox of violence. A flash of concern as Damian imagined the Alliance fleet trading fire against Hapan Battle Dragons.

Damian moved away and closer to the Queen, addressing her with as much respect he could muster. No judgement in his eyes, but understanding.

“Queen Mother, you may remember me as the Senator of Empress Teta. I’m not sure if you are aware of my predecessor, my father, he was murdered when the Maw conquered my home world. Now? My home is occupied by the ruinous powers of the Empire, all the suffering, all the death, as I stand here unable to do anything.” Damian’s eyes betrayed his neutral expression as his crimson eyes were filled with the smoldering fire of hatred and anger. Long as he bottled that emotion deep within him, and yet all that practice could stop it from leaking out into his eyes.

“-Perhaps I am the only one who can understand even an inkling of your emotions right now; the feeling of inadequacy, the heavy weight on your chest that robs you of your breath and the sense of helplessness despite all the power you wield and there was nothing that could be done. A vengeance that must be satiated. The anger within you that demands those who wronged you to feel your wrath, your pain and suffering.” Damian closed his eyes and breathed once.

His eyes returned back to their dull crimson, his expression that of tiredness and Damian turned his attention elsewhere.

“I cannot find fault with your desires, my only concern is the lack of proper planning and forethought.” He turned his attention back to the Chancellor, offering a middle ground, to allow plenty of flexibility.

“My Chancellor, if I can suggest a pause of all operations, Jedi included. A compromise that allows us to discuss and put this to a vote if the Alliance should even be involved with these matters with or without an investigation on our part. . . Just as we’ve said before; our duty is the preservation of the Alliance. Not to push forward tension until it snaps and we’re left cleaning up a mess none of us intended on causing.” Damian explained.

He hoped cooler minds would prevail, but hope was a fleeting notion in this galaxy and all Damian could do was brace for the worst. I know, the death of innocences is tragic, but if the Alliance will be obligated to officially declare the wronged deaths of innocents and thus hand out justice in a form of punishment unto the Queen Mother. His fear of a Hapes Cluster in revolt with their Queen Mother weidling the righteous fury of her dead family might burn far more brightly than any could possibly predict. History was positively filled with examples of vigilantism gone awry, unintended consequences that lead to even greater pain and suffering than ever imagined.
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|| Jasper Kai'el | Lady Sylvia Organa | Nos Voros | Kha'la Daaray | Amani Serys | Kassogtha Cthylla | Caelan Valoren | Orion Pavond | Alicio Organa | Valette Puritis Yumia ||​

 

[Azurine Varek]

Conflict Of Neuance

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azzie's pulse quickened as the Force tugged at her like a thread woven into a larger tapestry. She'd been on standby for hours, ready to deploy at any moment in the Light Interceptor she piloted.

This wasn't her first time being called to assist ground forces from above, but something about this pull felt different. It hadn't been a comm signal, or anything of the sort. It was personal—a gentle yet unyielding touch through the Force, brushing against her mind. It wasn't the first time she'd felt that tug before, something she had hoped to be just a fluke, and it immediately sent her on edge.

Aadihr...

Before Azzie had the chance to allow herself to think about the why, she was moving. There was no hesitation in he, responding immediately, her instincts overpowering the unease.

Her squad was already prepped, their comms silent but ready. She toggled her scanners and frowned at the screen as the battlefield came into view. Blaster fire and explosions painted a grim picture, but something else caught her attention. A sleek gunship with a crest emblazoned on its hull. One that made her squint in confusion. She knew that crest, she'd seen it before from Jonyna Si and Jenn Kryze . The New Mandalorians. That couldn't be right.

Azzie cursed under her breath, her sharp mind racing. Knowing that Aadihr was below meant that the village they were protecting wasthere as well. There had to be some kind of mistake.

Dank Ferik, this farking conflict gets more and more complicated by the second.

"Squad, hold position," Azzie barked into the comms, her voice steady despite the tension coiling in her chest. She opened a private channel to the Mandalorian ship, her fingers dancing across the controls. "Motir daab... uh... burc'ya. Ni cuy' aliit at Jonyna Si." "Stand down, friend. I am family to Jonyna Si." She spoke in Mando'a at first, but clearly, she was much more rusty with the language than she realized. She'd just have to spend more time around Jenn in the future. Hopefully, it was enough to make the pilot more receptive. "I think there might be a bit of a mix up in your targeting, cause that's the GADF down there trying to save what's left of that village."

This wasn't a fight she wanted to escalate, but if she had to… Azzie pushed the thought away. She knew them, hell one of her closest friends in the rebellion had been Mandalorian—honor-bound, decisive, and driven by duty. If they believed her, there might still be time to prevent having an aerial shootout with them. She was too close now, weaving through bursts of enemy fire to draw a bead on the larger picture below. The scene was as grim as she feared—bodies strewn across the ground, flames licking at the edges of ruined buildings, and the tangible weight of fear suffusing the air.

Aadihr, you better be alright down there or I swear to all under the Force I will hunt you down, bring you back to life, and then kill you myself.

Aadihr Lidos | Drystan Creed | Lycus Merita | Ben Khal | Karrys​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Moonside Inn Hostage Crisis

Roman Vossari | Jenn Kryze | Haliat Kryze | Rayia Si

Before Cora could answer Roman, the butt of a blaster was thrust harshly against his back. The terrorist who'd struck him snapped an order, but there were threads of panic in his tone. Fear. Raw nerves.

Cora snarled, stepping between her Padawan and the gun wielding terrorist. Bright, visceral fury burned in her eyes, her body language tense, one hand partially outstretched toward the guard. Had it just been the two of them, she might've taken her chances. Had it just been the two of them, they might not have been forced into this position in the first place. Her gaze passed over the crowd of hostages. Civilians. Scared, cowering civilians. Two small Twi'lek children hid in the folds of their mother's skirt, terrified whimpers matching the fear on their little faces.

The fingers of Cora's extended hand curled, then stilled. Then, they dropped to her side as she curbed her anger. With so many innocents crowded into one room, they had to work delicately.

Who knew if her signal had reached anyone? Who knew if help was even on the way?

"Good evening, beings across the galaxy. I'm Pinda Solthar, and this is 360° Around the Galaxy. Tonight, we bring you live coverage of the escalating crisis in the Hapes Consortium, where the massacre now known as the Scarlet Accord has thrown the Cluster—and the Galactic Alliance—into turmoil.

What began as an act of terror during Prince Astor Daaray's wedding has spiraled into an all-consuming conflict, with Queen Mother Kha'la Daaray waging a relentless campaign to eradicate the extremist group known as the Crimson Veil. But as Hapan forces sweep indiscriminately across the Cluster, civilians, protestors, and unaffiliated rebel factions are being caught in the crossfire, raising profound ethical and political questions about the handling of this crisis."

The hologram transitions to live footage of burning cities, terrified civilians huddled in makeshift shelters, and small groups of protestors clashing with heavily armed Hapan soldiers. Pinda's voice remains steady but carries a clear undertone of outrage.

"While the monarchy focuses its efforts on eliminating the Crimson Veil, civilians and smaller rebel factions with no ties to the extremist group have found themselves swept into the chaos. Entire communities have been displaced, and peaceful protestors calling for reform have been labeled as insurgents.

Dr. Veylin, how has the Queen Mother's indiscriminate approach further divided the Consortium?"

Dr. Elara Veylin, cultural historian and expert on Hapan traditions. Her voice is heavy with concern, her expression deeply troubled, "Pinda, this is the tragic reality of the Queen Mother's campaign. By treating every act of dissent as an existential threat, the monarchy has created an atmosphere where no one feels safe—regardless of their actual involvement in the conflict.

Protestors advocating for reform are being arrested, exiled, or worse. Smaller rebel factions, many of which arose to address systemic inequality long before the Crimson Veil existed, are now being targeted as if they were part of the same extremist network. This approach doesn't just deepen the divide; it destroys any hope of reconciliation.

The Hapan people are resilient, but even resilience has its limits. This campaign risks breaking the very fabric of their society."

Pinda nods gravely before turning to Camron Rykkar, "Camron, the indiscriminate targeting of civilians and unaffiliated factions is drawing sharp criticism, but how does it affect the legitimacy of the Queen Mother's government?"

Camron Rykkar, political strategist specializing in galactic diplomacy, his voice is sharp, his frustration evident. "It's a disaster, Pinda. The monarchy's legitimacy relies on the perception that it can protect and represent its people. But right now, it's doing neither. By targeting civilians and protestors and whoever gets caught in the sweep, even if not on purpose, is alienating the very population the Queen needs to stabilize the Consortium.

And from a diplomatic standpoint, it's a nightmare. The Galactic Alliance is already walking a fine line with its intervention, and these actions make it nearly impossible to justify continued support for the monarchy. Every civilian casualty, every displaced family, and every silenced protestor is another mark against the Queen Mother's rule—and by extension, against the Alliance itself."

The Kel-dor host nods thoughtfully before turning to Colonel Tyrek Marn. "Colonel, you've seen firsthand how military campaigns can spiral out of control when civilians are caught in the crossfire. What's your assessment of the situation on the ground?"

Colonel Tyrek Marn, retired military officer turned security consultant, his tone is grim, his words deliberate, "Pinda, this is what happens when a campaign prioritizes optics over strategy. The Queen Mother wants to project strength, but by failing to clearly distinguish between combatants and civilians, her forces are creating more enemies than they're eliminating.

I've spoken with sources still on the ground, and the stories they're telling are harrowing. Families torn apart, homes destroyed, entire neighborhoods treated as war zones simply because they're in the wrong place at the wrong time. This isn't just a tactical failure—it's a moral one.

The Hapan military is skilled, but they're being used as blunt instruments in a conflict that requires precision and diplomacy. If this continues, we'll see an insurgency grow from the very civilians the monarchy claims to protect."

The screen transitions to Nyen Trevalis, who glances at her datapad before addressing the economic toll of the crisis.

"Nyen, the humanitarian impact is clear, but what about the economic implications of displacing so many civilians and dismantling smaller communities in the name of security?" Pinda asked.

Nyen Trevalis, is an economic analyst and senior advisor to the Alliance Trade Network. Her voice is clipped, her tone filled with urgency, "It's devastating, Pinda. Displacement on this scale disrupts entire economies. agricultural centers are abandoned, trade routes are severed, and local businesses collapse. The Hapan economy relies heavily on its smaller communities, like any other economy, to sustain itself, and this campaign is gutting those foundations.

From a galactic perspective, it's no better. Refugees are pouring into neighboring systems, straining resources and fueling anti-Hapan sentiment. Mind you, there's already an extremely large refugee and displacement crisis with citizens fleeing war in the core, and running for the southern systems. The Galactic Alliance is already stretched thin, and if this crisis continues, it could destabilize entire sectors."

Pinda's tone hardens, the weight of the discussion heavy in her voice.

"This isn't just a conflict between extremists and a monarchy; it's a tragedy playing out on a systemic level. Civilians, protestors, and unaffiliated factions are being swept up, and the consequences could resonate far beyond the Consortium's borders.

Next, Jedi join the fray, how does this look? What does it mean? Stay with us as we continue to bring you live updates, expert analysis, and voices from the front lines. This is 360° Around the Galaxy, where we go beyond the headlines to uncover the truths shaping our galaxy."

The broadcast fades to images of civilians fleeing through darkened streets, their faces illuminated by the faint glow of fires burning in the distance.

They might've jammed the hotel's communications, but the Crimson Veil operatives had either brought their own radio or bypassed one of the hotel's own to listen to the broadcast. It painted a picture of chaos and instability, a Queen gone mad with grief to the point where she'd sacrifice her own people in the crossfire of heavy-handed justice. Though the terrorists were largely stoic, the news seemed to lift their grave spirits a little.

There was something meaningful in Cora's glance back to Roman. Then, she turned to the terrorist.

"I can't believe you did that!" she gasped, one hand on Roman's shoulder, the other rubbing his back. "He has a heart condition-" another glance to the perfectly healthy redhead, "-and you just exacerbated it! Oh, he needs his medicine or else it'll get worse...he could die!"

"What?" The terrorist stepped forward, eyes narrowed critically on Roman. "He seems perfectly fine to-"

"He is not!" Cora insisted sharply. "I'm afraid that he didn't have time to grab his medicine before we were oh-so-rudely dragged from our room! You must take him there-"

Hearing the commotion, two more guards approached. They exchanged glances with one another. "What room number? We'll send someone to grab it."

That was good. It meant they needed them alive, and not dead from a fabricated cardiac condition.

"No! There's simply no time," she insisted with a hurried wave of her hand. "By the time you make it there and come back, it'll be too late. He'll be dead as a door nail and you'll have a diplomatic crises on your hands!"

The guards passed another round of unsure looks between each other, before one stepped forward.

"That's not-"

"You will escort him to his room to retrieve his medicine."

Cora peered up at the man with uncharacteristically sharp eyes. Her speech was slow and clear, almost hypnotic. The guard blinked, his somber expression smoothing.

"I...will escort him to his room. For medicine."

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Senate Commando Armor
Full Kit Deployment:

Spoiler: Full Kit

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• 2 X Vibroblade-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• Combat Scattergun-Model 01
• 3 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 3 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01

* Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest and Helmet

• Combat Blaster Rifle-Model 01 with Tactical Accessories Series and Underbarrel Grenade Launcher-Model 01 (20 X Launchable Grenade Series)
• 4x blaster cartridges
• 2x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks
• 3x bland survival bars
• 128oz Canteen of water.

Nos received a troubling update on his earpiece.

Leaning forward, Nos spoke just above a whisper for Senator Organa, Queen Amani Serys , and chancellor Alicio Organa to hear: "Your grace: the Hapan 27th division has opened fire on the 283rd Battalion, the 283rd is returning fire per rules of engagement. The Hapan forces appear to have Air support as well."

Nos stepped back from the diplomats, silently returning to his post by Sylvia's side after delivering the update.

Kha'la Daaray | Lady Sylvia Organa | Alicio Organa | Amani Serys | anyone else wanting to be in earshot​

 

[Erran Lanith]

Erran was finalizing his equipment checks when he noticed Aiden Rennek come into the hangar with his squad. Aiden and Erran's squads were going to be point during the insertion. Several other GADF squads would be perimeter and QRF if things went bad. Erran had not worked with Aiden before, but he knew of him. From all reports, Aiden knew what he was doing, which was more than enough for Erran.

"Alright, boys, listen up," Erran said to the men around him, "HQ wants us on frequency 23405 so they can monitor comms. However, if we lose comms with the ship once we're underground, go to short-range radio frequency 45607. It'll just be us on there, and it's not recorded. Make sure you also have your scanners on, just in case perimeter units try to reach us on the wrong frequency. Load up, I'm gonna go see about our new friends."

Erran finished his preparations and double-checked his HUD was functioning. Once his armor gave him a green light and all systems were functioning, Erran walked over to Aiden, extending a hand.

"Erran Lanith, 222nd," Erran stated. "Looks like we'll be real close for this one. Shuttles are prepped and ready if you want to roll with 4th platoon. I know 6th is heading down with us, but Laften pilots about as well as an astromech, so if you want to land in one piece, you might as well come with us."

​

 

[Pinda Solthar]

BROADCASTING LIVE...

The broadcast returns to Pinda Solthar seated at her anchor desk, the tension in her expression reflecting the escalating crisis in the Hapes Consortium. Behind her, holograms depict Jedi and Galactic Alliance forces conducting operations in war-torn Hapan cities, Hapan military convoys targeting civilian zones, and displaced citizens struggling to survive amidst the chaos. The tone is somber, with the urgency of unfolding events pressing down on every word.

"Welcome back to 360° Around the Galaxy. As the conflict in the Hapes Consortium deepens, the stakes for all parties involved continue to rise. The Galactic Alliance, alongside the Jedi Order, has deployed forces to the region with the mission to locate and disable both Crimson Veil operations and Hapan military assets indiscriminately, a decision that has sparked intense debate across the galaxy.

While the stated goal is to prevent further loss of innocent life, further loss...as in innocent lives have already been confirmed to have been caught in the crossfire, the lack of a deeper strategic analysis has led to mounting criticism. Both the Alliance and the Jedi now find themselves accused of escalating the very conflict they were sent to de-escalate. And for the monarchy, the public relations disaster is proving equally severe.

Let's bring in our panel for further discussion. Dr. Veylin, the Jedi Order's involvement is intended to project impartiality and moral authority, but their actions are increasingly being viewed as partisan. How is this affecting their standing in the galaxy?"

Dr. Elara Veylinsits forward, her tone contemplative but firm. "Pinda, the Jedi are walking a razor's edge here. Their mission is to bring balance and prevent harm, but their actions—targeting both Hapan military forces and Crimson Veil cells without clear differentiation—can be easily interpreted as overreach.

To the Hapan monarchy, the Jedi's involvement can feel like interference in sovereign affairs. To the civilians caught in the crossfire, it feels like another powerful entity prioritizing its agenda over their lives. And for those watching across the galaxy, it raises uncomfortable questions about the Jedi's ability to remain neutral.

This isn't just about tactics—it's about perception. If the Jedi continue down this path without addressing the nuances of the conflict, without taking a step back and honing in on the root of how we got here, they risk eroding the moral high ground they've fought so hard to maintain."

Pinda nods gravely before turning to Camron Rykkar, "Camron, let's talk about the Galactic Alliance. Their decision to intervene was seen as necessary to prevent the Consortium from descending into complete chaos. But now, with their forces engaging Hapan military assets and being drawn into the complexities of the conflict, how is this affecting the Alliance's reputation?"

Camron Rykkar's tone is sharp, his frustration evident, "Pinda, this is turning into a public relations disaster for the Alliance. On one hand, their intervention is meant to showcase their commitment to democracy and justice. On the other, their involvement is increasingly being viewed as heavy-handed and possibly could be seen as hypocritical.

The Hapan monarchy's campaign has alienated its citizens, and by aligning itself so closely with the Jedi-assisted operations, the Alliance risks being seen as complicit. For neutral observers across the galaxy, this isn't a story of noble intervention—it's a cautionary tale of a powerful entity overstepping its bounds.

Every civilian casualty, every displaced family, every soldier treated as an enemy combatant reinforces the narrative that the Alliance is prioritizing control over understanding. If this continues, the Alliance's credibility as a force for good will be seriously undermined."

Pinda nods as she turns to Colonel Tyrek Marn, her tone shifting to a more strategic angle.

"Colonel, from a military perspective, what are the risks of the Alliance and the Jedi continuing this indiscriminate approach? And how does this affect the broader dynamics of the conflict?"

Colonel Tyrek Marn's tone is measured but carries the weight of his expertise, "Pinda, the risks are immense. By treating Hapan military forces and Crimson Veil insurgents as equally hostile targets, the Alliance and Jedi are creating new enemies with every operation. The Hapan military isn't just an armed force—it's deeply tied to the monarchy's identity. Targeting them indiscriminately is seen as an attack on Hapan sovereignty itself.

For civilians and smaller rebel factions, the message is equally clear: no one is safe. Instead of stabilizing the region, these actions are fueling resentment and making it easier for extremist groups like the Crimson Veil to recruit. And that very well may be there intention. Militarily, this approach risks prolonging the conflict rather than resolving it."

"And this isn't an isolated incident, that's just specific to Hapes itself, it's already been reported that the entire sector is in crisis and has been for some time. People are experiencing this throughout the entire cluster." she said before turning to Nyen Trevalis.

"Nyen, we've touched on the economic devastation within the Consortium, but what about the broader galactic implications? How is this conflict affecting the galaxy's perception of the monarchy, the Jedi, and the Alliance as a whole?"

Nyen Trevalis shakes her head, her tone clipped and exasperated. "It's a catastrophe, Pinda. For the Hapan monarchy, this is an unmitigated PR disaster. The Queen Mother has alienated her people, and her refusal to address systemic issues makes her look less like a leader and more like a tyrant, reinforcing how we got here in the first place.

For the Jedi, their involvement—however well-intentioned—makes them look like enforcers of the Alliance's will rather than impartial peacekeepers. And for the Galactic Alliance itself, this situation is a branding nightmare. I can't imagine this will look good in front of their allies or to any other system within their charter.

The rest of the galaxy is watching this play out, and the narrative isn't flattering. Independent systems see this as yet another example of the Alliance overreaching, while member systems are questioning whether the Alliance's values truly align with its actions. If the Alliance can't manage this crisis effectively, it risks losing not only its moral authority but also its political influence."

Pinda follows up, "And just want to clarify for those tuning in, the actual text of the ERA says this: ‘Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the Galactic Alliance or by any State on account of sex.’ This new amendment will provide gender pay parity, equal property rights and access to social services, and so on. It will also reduce the grace period during which new member worlds must comply with Alliance federal law.' - that's that language in the bill itself.

It would seem the Queen voted against this bill, citing it essentially infringes upon Hapan culture. But furthermore, one of the reasons for the inclusion of Hapes into the Alliance was because of their naval strength, the Galactic Alliance hoping to shore up their borders against Mandalorian or Sith threats...

This is interesting context, because despite the bill passing, it would seem the Hapes Cluster has yet to see any of its benefits, so what happened to the reduction in the grace period with which to comply? Was it not enforced? Seems like the Alliance and the Monarchy both may have dropped the ball somewhere...we're left with more questions than answers."

The holographic backdrop transitions to images of protests across the galaxy: citizens in Core Worlds holding signs decrying Alliance overreach, Outer Rim systems calling for independence, and Hapan refugees pleading for aid.

"The Hapes Consortium may be the epicenter of this conflict, but the ripples are spreading far and wide. For the monarchy, the Jedi, and the Galactic Alliance, this is more than a crisis—it's a defining moment.

How will the galaxy remember this? As an example of intervention done right, or as a cautionary tale of ambition over wisdom? Only time will tell. Next, the diplomatic plea? How exactly are Alliance diplomats responding to this situation? Stay with us as we continue to bring you live updates, expert analysis, and voices from the front lines. This is 360° Around the Galaxy, where we go beyond the headlines to uncover the truths shaping our galaxy."

The broadcast fades to images of Jedi walking through rubble-strewn streets, their lightsabers casting long shadows as fires burn in the distance.

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Tags: Valery Noble , Zaiya Ceti )

Said grenade found itself tossed backwards, as if bouncing off an invisible wall, exploding that left a little tremor, but harmed no one.

Igniting his violet lightsaber - seems fitting for the ocassion - Jack was already blocking three blaster bolts after helping the Padawan, the classic Form V Shien with the reverse grip in a defensive barrier. Face set grimly at the wave of enemies shooting for them. Calling out hotly with that strong, Dantoonian voice, "Hold your fire!"

Not they seemed the least bit interested, flanking out from cover to rain down upon the trio Jedi visitors, making it more than blatant from their bigoted presences, they were unwelcome. Well, that's fine with him!

As far as the Knight's concerned, the GA never should have allied with the Hapans to begin with!

In a rush of speed, he tackled the first trio of Hapan troopers, violet sizzling through and cutting clean through the blaster rifles, effectively disarming without harm. However, then he found himself on the recieving end of dodging vibroknives.

Right, these were warrior women.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Corazona von Ascania | Jenn Kryze | Haliat Kryze | Rayia Si

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Roman stared, momentarily bewildered. A heart condition? He was practically the picture of health. He felt a surge of confusion mixed with a hesitant admiration for Cora's audacious improvisation. Then, a flicker of understanding ignited in his mind; she was creating a distraction, a way to get him out of the main hostage area. A small, hidden smile tugged at the corner of Roman's lips. He could play along.

He clutched at his chest, wincing dramatically. "Oh, the pain... it's terrible." he groaned, his voice pitched just a touch too high to be entirely believable, but hopefully convincing enough for their captors. He saw one of the guards flinch slightly, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Good.

When the guard, under Cora's strange compulsion, finally agreed to escort him, Roman leaned heavily on the terrorist, wrapping his arm around the man's shoulder. "It hurts!" he cried out, letting his voice crack with manufactured agony. He shuffled forward with exaggerated weakness, making the guard bear the brunt of his weight as they moved toward the lift. The elevator ride was an exercise in theatrical pain, Roman groaning and clutching at his chest every few seconds, much to the annoyance of the guard.

Finally, they arrived at his room. The entire journey was a slow, agonizing charade, designed to buy them precious moments. Roman made a show of nearly collapsing as the door finally opened. He straightened abruptly, placing a hand on the guard's shoulder, adopting a similar tone Cora had used, letting his voice go smooth like honey. "Wait here. I'll be right back." The guard blinked, his expression vacant again. "I'll wait here." the terrorist confirmed, standing unmoving in the hallway.

Roman shut the door quickly, and with the guard out of sight he moved with practiced efficiency. His hand moved to the bed where his lightsaber had been resting, and he scooped it up. He then moved to the door that adjoined his room to Cora's. He threw the sheets off the bed, knocking over the lamp on the nightstand and rummaging through a chest she had in there. His eyes finally landed on her lightsaber on the dresser. He grabbed it and clipped it to the opposite side of his belt, before pulling open the door, his eyes flicking up and down the hallway.

Two more of the terrorists were approaching, talking to the guard he had just left. "What are you doing here?" The first guard asked him. He shook his head, the spell seemingly broken. "I...I was just escorting the prisoner to his room for medicine." The two other terrorists look at each other uncertain as to why this was happening. One of the guards moved to the door and starting banging on it, the lock clearly not as strong as what they had believed. Roman knew that this was his time. He moved back into Cora's room, poised and ready to time his exit perfectly.

 

[Dashiell NPC]

CALL FOR AID

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Explosions were picking up. As was the rain. Stormclouds darkened on the horizon. Doctor Waymire was in a race against time. This conflict had been dragging on for months. Displacement and weariness had set in. Yet he couldn't rest. Not when he had been hired to coordinate the evacuation of medically fragile children. Not when he had been dispatched to provide medical care for the youngest innocents.

With the first frigate on the ground, the children's hospital was being evacuated first. Children gurneyed out, wearing nametags pinned to bandages and around their neck in hopes to track them back to their parents in the future. If their parents were still alive. They were being evacuated to another planet in the system, away from the conflict, where a secondary aid group had entered.

The Nuns of G'aav'aar'oon had entered the humanitarian call for aid. Pious Gamerroeans in long black dresses and habits were escorting the ambulatory children into the transports, doing their best to hurry in the impending rain.

"Doctor Waymire! Doctor Waymire!" His head turned, a young aide approached. "Lady Taeli Raaf has sent word that Orbonne-Class medical evacs are en route. I suggest we focus on bringing as many children to another system as soon as possible."

The doctor nodded once, pulling up a data-tablet and working on inputting data they would need. A logistical nightmare this could be.

"The Galactic Alliance is approaching closer, and many of their bombs are indiscriminate. Get the crews together, all underage patients are to leave this city...We cannot afford to risk any more innocents being killed or maimed...Let us move, we have work to do that will stretch over days. Make the call to any friendlies, we need to evac these kids yesterday."

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Diogo Talon Corvin Strix​

At last, Eloise was in her element.

She told herself that the Force push was meant as a bloodless resolution, a way to remove the troops who were preventing them from evacuating the burning building. But as the Hapans opened fire indiscriminately, and her lightsaber ignited to deflect the bolts back at them, she was almost glad that it had devolved into violence. She had never been good at this peacekeeping shit, more of a hammer meant to pound nails into submission.

All hell broke loose. The Hapan commander had a slugthrower. She took aim at Charlotte. Recent memory of a ballistakinesis class. Eloise could have controlled the arc of that bullet, diverting it away from the noblewoman... If she hadn't already been deflecting blaster bolts at the other troops. Far from being stopped by her Force push, they shook it off, got back up, and started blasting. Started killing.

So did Eloise.

She moved like a panther through the streets, her blade slicing through armor and flesh. Here was the goddess Damara, Queen of the Night; she of the righteous moon, avenger of evils. This was the same girl, now a woman, who had crusaded against slavers at thirteen.

When the last of the Hapans lay dead, Eloise stood over their corpses. "Lo dov robi!" she bellowed a Shaalite war cry, her voice echoing through the war-torn streets, before she realized what she was doing, where she was, who she was with. Her gaze flicked toward Diogo, then to the bleeding body of Charlotte.

"You knew her," she said. "I'm sorry."

Her attention turned to the burning building, the people inside. "Grieve later," she said, heading for the entrance. Rather than burn her fingers on the control panel, she took a step back and kicked the door down. Smoke poured through the doorway as she launched herself inside.