Heart of Darkness (DMed Story)

[Claire Ouron]

Location: Strip Mines
Objective: Meet up.
Allies in the current area: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Lyth Meran"]

"Whoa....Cool trick there Master." Claire said as she watched Matsu preform the Force Call. Soon they were moving again. "So... who was that person you were talking too? Is she a friend of yours?"

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Castameer, enroute to Strip Mines
Affiliation: New Republic and her allies
Nearby: [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Raeya Papanoida"], [member="Zark"]

Dax guided the sputter craft towards the planet surface. Turbo lasers and various fighters zipped around him as he escaped the dogfight raging above Castameer. Just as the Revenant Horizon had exited hyperspace, she had found herself in the center of the blazing battle. Only the Force's will had kept Dax from colliding with one of the many friagtes or flagships mid-jump.

Flipping various switches, Dax rerouted power from stabalizing the sparking sub-light drives to the in-atmosphere thrusters, opting to completely shut off any systems that weren't keeping him in the air. Checking the scanners Dax identified a friendly downed craft in the vicinity. In fact there was more than one. It appeared that there were escape pods nearby as well! "Someone's having a bad day..." Dax muttered to himself.

Altering his flight path he attempted to land a safe distance away from the downed craft, hoping his landing wouldn't be too rough. The hniverse had other plans on the other hand. Just as the hulking mass was perhaps 10 feet from touching down, the thrusters lost power. With only enough time for Dax to utter a curse, the spacecraft slammed into the earth, tossing Dax from his seat.

Groaning as he stood, Dax leaned against the hull of his ship. Taking a quick glance outside of the cockpit to make sure he hadn't accidently crushed any friendly faces he decided it was tome to exit. Slamming his fist against the emergency exit it hissed open. Dropping down through the floor, Dax landed clumsily, still slightly dazed from his landing.

Dax soon arrived at the smoking wreckage he had seen on his scanners. Among the personell there was an old Jedi, a the pilot of the downed ship, and three other beings.

 

[Lyth Meran]

Location shruggs
objective shruggs


Lyth had lost her force connection along with her wings but there was a faint pull drawing her to the mine.
" Awe smek its a forcie. i should.. no hold on.. thats that one from the walker pototype thing."
running she made her way towards [member="Matsu Ike"]

 

[Vustia]

Location: Sith academy
Objective: Don't Die
Allies: Any One Sith

Vustia meditated for a while, feeling the presence of many other people either close to her location or coming closer. She knew it wasn't her they were after. There was a much bigger hand on the field. Vustia sighed as she got up "I guess I might have to do some work" She muttered as she began walking slowly towards the other darksiders she could sense.

 

[Thraxis]

Location: Charging towards some big old building.​

Allies Nearby: [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"]​

Enemies Nearby: Like hell if I know​

Equipment: In Character Sheet​

Thraxis had no time for the frivolities of patience, he was here to cause carnage and leave hell in his wake. Laid what some would call uncomfortable his legs stuck up on the control panel, a plastic cup in one hand, while to his right, a large keg of booze almost dripping with excitement, the nozzle twisting, the cup filling, then emptying. It was an all too common cycle for an alcoholic, a spiraling cascade that was fortunate to never end as long as you paid for more booze. Something that was never out of his reach.

In his drunken stupor his eyes peeled open, the feeling as the ground almost dropped beneath them, as he quickly spun into place, his cup being tossed to the side as his eyes narrowed down, his fingers flexing as the knuckles made an audible crack, his neck bending back and fourth as his body turned from stiff to limber. As the ship began to lower itself to the ground he made a hasty grab for his duffel bag, placed right next to him the ship fell, an inch from reach his body stretched, a crack in his shoulder as he caught it within an inch of a fingertip, then tugging it down and wrapping it around his body before taking proper handling of the controls, looking all between him counting the speeders, One, two... three?, he contemplated the thought before lowering, "Huh... wonder who else is coming with us." he said quizzically, his mind rummaging for who else it could have been.

 

[Funky Balor]

Location: Right behind the Mandalore
Objective: Save the galaxy from yet another round of Sith Lunacy
Mandos Nearby: [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Cole Dagos"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Rhan Komo"]
Others nearby: [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"]



Funky looked....calm. Almost placid He rised his fist, but remained silent after the Mand'Alor's valiant cry. The loudest signer and brightest dancer of clan Balor stood, all 5 feet of him, and calmly, eerily, followed Ra with measured pace. His movements were typical of his species. Ponderous and calm. His ripper rifel was slung to a belt, his Eukar'gam was dyed a vibrant purple, and emblazon with his clan mark etched on either wrist. For now, he was quiet. Saving his voice, and his energy, for the battle to come. Soon, he'd need every breath, to roar, and scream and fight. But as of now, it was time to wait. If there was thing Funky had in spades, it was patience. As much as he liked to boast, as much as he loved to regale others with tales of valor and vod and shereshoy, today was not the day to be a hero. Today was the day to be a conqueror. His entire species were ambush predators. They didn't win through superior firepower or muscle. They won through biding their time, waiting for the right moment, and making their move. And by the sacred egg, he wasn't about to blow his game plan too early.


He moved so quietly, even his spears seemed muffled in their quiver as he slowly, gently, shuffled along the terrain, smirking. This cold was nothing compared to the desert nights of his home. This world...it was hard, but it wasn't as hard as a Mandalorian. It definitely wasn't as hard as a smith's hammer. No, he was harder than this. He smiled, nodding as Mandalore spoke, replying softly, but loud enough to be heard by his leader. "May our swords etch your commands upon these stones, and into the bones of our enemies," he said calmly. "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur," he intoned sternly. An old Mando'a saying: Today is a good day for someone else to die. He was certain it would hold true for many foes today.


He stood, looking forward, waiting to see his commander's movement. He would follow. Slowly. Ponderously. Quietly. Until he needed to get loud, at which point, the jet-packs and rifles and really, really big stick would all come in very, very, handy. He had heard that cathedrals like this one were often used for choral singing by overly ceremonious Sith. He wondered were he could make the loudest song from with his own instruments.

 

[Kira Vaal]

The Shadows of Castameer
Location: Above the Strip Mines
Current Objective: Attempt to get everyone onto the planet alive
Allies: [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Raeya Papanoida"] [member="Zark"] [member="Aerion Ivelisse"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Solan Charr"]

If she had been less occupied the constant thud thud of the Falcons cannons would have started to play on her mind, however each consecutive bang meant that there was hopefully one less Rogue Sith ship on them or one of the many drop-ships currently being dispatched towards the Strip Mines of Castameer.

She had deployed the Falcon along with the Undergrounds reinforcement of the Galactic Alliance’s 5th and 6th Fleet that had been assigned to the fast deployment of the strike force allocated for the infiltration of the Omega weapon itself. Her ship a welcome sight to many of the Alliance’s forces as it had slipped into Hyperspace just outside of Sullust with the rest of the forces.

That decision had seemed like weeks ago, barely the short jump and half-hour of intense flying that had followed. What they hadn’t expected was a force of the magnitude that they had encountered straight off the jump, the Rogue Sith far more encamped then even Underground reports had succeeded in bringing to her.

“Watch those shields.” Kira said with haste as her hand flicked up to try and switch some power from the weapons into the engine before bringing the Millennium Falcon into escort a drop-ship through a large swarm of TIE’s.
Charlwook’s roar from next to her gave her confidence that her micro-managing was un-needed and the Wookiee had probably already made sure the shields were where they had to be.
“General, we’ve had reports of downed craft due east.” Alasdair, who was currently housed in the chair behind Kira said over her shoulder. “We’ll get there faster then the rest.”
“On it.” Kira pulled hard on the yoke, the Falcon ripping upwards and over before twisting to come in low to the ground. “Just make sure we’ve got a ship to get there with.”

Above them the pearlescent jewel that was Omega carried a sense of utter dread, filling the air with a dark presence through both the material realm and the Force. A feeling that made Kira feel that perhaps this mission may be their last.
It was just they had no choice. If they failed…It wasn’t just her life that would disappear. The whole galaxy was at risk.

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Strip Mines.
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Zark"], [member="Raeya Papanoida"].

He thought he felt something.

In the sky he could see smoke slipping into the air.

Of course, there were a lot of them, but he felt like he should be going to this. There was a familiar presence about it. Not the fire, at least he didn't think so. Whatever was going on over there, he was investigating.

He was starting on his way, before he stopped and looked back to his Stealth-X. He ran back that way and hopped onto the wing with a force aided jump. He looked at the scorch dome of his astromech and he ripped off its head. He placed his hand on what looked like a miniature console. He pulled it out roughly, nearly unbalancing himself and falling off the wing. Thankfully he didn't, balancing himself at the deciding moment and then he was rewarded with a memory chip.

He pocketed it.

And then he slid off the wing and ran off to the familiar smoke in the sky.

And then he was rewarded with coming upon a growing group of people.

"Huh," and he spotted the crashed fighter. He hooked his lightsabre back to his belt as he tried to figure out who was injured.

Shades.

 

[Celiana]

The Shadows of Castameer
Location: Screeching towards a landing zone by the Strip Mines
Allies: [member="Rasu Gan"], [member="Karen Roberts"], [member="Claire Ouron"], Other Jedi and Light side peeps
Enemies: Shady Sithy Playas
Gear: Character Bio

I'd heard of this superweapon and while I was a fan of fighter to fighter combat I wasn't keen on crashing my new ship. As it was I'd gotten a transmission from Master Gan she'd been headed here. Kicking the stealth-drives, sensor jammers, and stealth generators on I went and kitted up. Beskar'gam went on and my weapons were loaded up into place on my armor. DC-17m Blaster rifle, Slug-thrower, and various explosives. Sabers on either side of my ribs and Meetra's saber on my right hip.

Coming in I pulled several mags and spare clips of ammo and slid them into places that would magnetically hold them. Walking to the ramp I triggered the ramp to lower slinging on leg over the side of my swoop-bike I kicked the engine on and jetted out of the bay. As I hit the ground I triggered the landing protocols and closed the bay doors back up as I kicked the engines into overdrive and rocketed towards the group I'd seen coming in forming up by the Strip Mines. Hopefully I'd find Master Gan there....

 

[Hype Darkwater]

Location: A few thousand kilometers out from the planet.
Objective: None
Allies: None

Hype drew in a ragged breath. Quite a collection of people here. He wondered how long it would be before they started blowing each other up. He coughed and spat blood on the floor. Wiping his mouth, he guided his ship around the perimeter. May as well find an opening and see what is going on on the surface. He shuddered violently for a moment. He was badly chilled, why, he had no idea. Probably just more after affects. Maybe that would be his mission, find some help to carry out revenge....
He had an opening. The Kum'rrk fighter accelerated, shooting for the planet at breakneck speed. The ship thundered into the atmosphere, and whined as it was brought up hard, just before it touched the planet's surface. He settled it down in a small valley, where it wouldn't be noticed. He sat a moment. Then he got up, donned his helmet, and jetpack, shoved his pistols in their holsters, and grabbed an E-11. Taking a deep breath, he exited the ship, which sealed behind him again. He ran up the hill, and threw himself down at the top. His HUD gave him his full surroundings.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Voracion Citadel
Allies -- Mandalorians: ( [member="Cole Dagos"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="Rhan Komo"] | [member="Funky Balor"] ) Commonwealth: ( [member="Dean Letham"] ) Black Sun: ( [member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Thraxis"] )
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"]

They were far from home, these self-professed conquerors.

Ronan leaned against his basilisk, it shuddered slightly - anticipation, the war mount could feel the blood hanging in the air, the promise of battle and the spoils that came with it.

"We fight?" Alkesh approached from the ranks of the Vizsla vanguard. The clan had forged a reputation for itself across the years; First ones in, last ones out. Among the greater clans of the Mandalorian territories they had no standing army, no great fleet, instead they had grouped themselves around the concept of special operations. A nation of warriors, each specialized in one way or another; sappers and engineers, demolition experts, assassins (though they preferred other terms for that), scouts and reconnaissance.

"Was it ever a question, vod?" Vizsla responded, while watching Ra and his impassioned speech.

He petted the basilisk calming it down for now. It tasted the copper, but the beskar mount needed to be at ease now, it wouldn't do for it to spend all its energy right here and now immediately.

"No, I guess not."

The lean man looked past Ronan, before shaking his head.

"Who would have thought." The Alor followed the look, then a sad smile came and went. "Who would have thought." He simply repeated, before climbing onto the war droid. Ra's speech was coming to an end, he could feel the energy surging through the ranks of the Mando'ade, they were ready, they had been waiting for this vital moment ever since Ra took over.

And now it would begin. The real test. The real battle. Not against the fractured Republic or the broken One Sith.... this... this was the real deal.

"Get ready, brother Alkesh. We fight."

 

[Effie Duanna]

Location: Enroute to the strip mines.
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"] , [member="Bryce Bantam"]

Castameer. A planet which Effie thought she would never step foot on. But here she was, about to touch down on its harsh terrain to participate in a mission that could decide the fate of many. The reasons for people being here varied vastly. Some were here to to get some shots in at Sith, some because they were paid to be here and some wanted to just help all they could. Effie shared the latter reason, She wanted to help. Specifically the slaves.

Effie has never been much of a fighter, but she thought that maybe combat was not needed to free them. She was from a political background and was taught the art of negotiations, an art which she hoped she could apply to the situation.

"We have a visual on him"

A voice shouted. Snapping Effie out of the nervous thoughts that were running through her head.

"Land near him. I will catch up"

Effie said back loudly. She was to meet up with Solan Charr but it seemed she was a bit late. No problem. This mission was too important to wait around for people, she understood that and was fine with catching up.

The ship landed and Effie hoped out, It did not take long for the pilot to take off. Effie's eyes caught Solan not too far off, it seemed like he was heading to a downded ship. Effie took in a deep breath and began to make her way over.

Effie was not that far off when she saw the escape pod hurtling towards Solan's direction. "Oh no" Effie said to herself and she made haste. She knew Solan would not get hurt, however she was worried for the one who occupied the pod.

Effie reached Solan just after the pod has crashed. Her face was pale with worry. She had no idea who was in the pod but she was sure they were dead. She might not have been there for the crash, but she got there in time to see Bryce reach out and respond to his master.

She stared at Bryce for a moment and suddenly let out a laboured groan. She placed her hands on her knees and hung her head.

"Why must force users always try their hardest to give me a heart attack?" Effie said obviously sarcastically to the two.

 

[Wolf]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3MUCZH1R-Q​

Location: Sith Academy
Allies: The First Order, Knights of Ren, [member="Mael Ren"] | [member="Thresh Sken"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="CT-47B"] | [member="Tyger Tyger"] | [member="Kierel"]
Nearby, potential allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Nomar"] | [member="Vustia"] |

His boots crunched on snow as he made his way to the Sith Academy. The darkness was palpable as he drew closer to it. The planet was already rich in the Dark Side, and he could only feel it intensify in strength. Wolfgang Krieger had been sent here, along with other Knights of Ren and First Order operatives, to investigate and discover the dark secrets of this new superweapon that threatened to unleash hell upon the galaxy. Who were these Rogue Sith, and what were their intentions? Were they a reasonable faction, perhaps they wished the weapon to establish an orderly iron rule across the galaxy? Or, as some Sith were wont to do, they just wanted to see the galaxy burn?

It troubled him as he continued onwards to the Academy. Newly knighted into the Order of Ren, he walked with self-assurance and purpose, the tails of his black uniform blowing in the arctic winds. His beard and hair were speckled with snow as he journeyed, his breath making visible clouds of vapour in the frozen conditions. His ears ached with the biting touch of cold, though he at least had the sense to wear a pair of gloves. Wolf watched with interest at the other black figures around him that made their way to the Academy. If he was not mistaken, [member="Mael Ren"] was already ahead of him, and in the vicinity of the Academy. Having fought alongside him, and against him, in the past, and now having been promoted to a fully fledged Knight around the same time Wolf was, he was glad to have him on his side.

Wolf's attention suddenly snapped to the sky however as he walked. He could feel something, a strangely familiar presence, and yet one he had never met or seen in person before. On the horizon, out in the distance, he could make out the speck of a ship [ [member="Kira Vaal"] ]. The speck was large enough that he could make out some of its details, though it was heading elsewhere. A YT-1300 light freighter. Wolf's fingers ran down the length of the lightsaber hilt that hung at his belt. Could it be? No, impossible. He remembered the ship briefly from the visions he had experienced when he first made contact with his lightsaber, the former weapon of the ancient Master of the Knights of Ren, Kylo Ren. What was the ship doing here, and how was it still functioning after all this time? Wolf smiled with anticipation as he mused, This blade slew the previous owner of that ship. Perhaps the Force has willed that it will do so again?

His gaze returned to the Academy that loomed ahead. If the galaxy did not know already, they would now come to witness the power and efficacy of the First Order. He and his fellow Knights would discover the secrets of this ancient weapon, and with that power the Supreme Leader could further extend his rule across the galaxy. Not that Wolf wanted the First Order to have an identical weapon. No, that was just asking for trouble. As the old adage went, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. The ancient Galactic Empire, and the first century First Order that came after, had both made the mistake of constructing giant planet-destroying superweapons. The problem with superweapons was that they had the uncanny effect of uniting people from across the galaxy against them, much like how the galaxy had come together to face off against this Omega weapon. The First Order, for all its might, would not be able to fend off everyone at once. No, they would discover the secrets of this weapon, and Wolf had absolute faith in the Supreme Leader's wisdom, and knew the same mistakes of ancient history would not be repeated.

Wolf's train of thought was interrupted as he noticed a familiar presence make their way down to the valley. He turned his head to see [member="Matsu Xiangu"] and his mind flickered with recognition. He had met her once before, a long time ago when he was but a lowly acolyte for the One Sith. Wolf did not know if she would recognise him, having only met her once and him being rather unimportant, nor did he care. His allegiance was elsewhere now, to a greater and more purposeful cause. The Supreme Leader's iron rule would be established, whether they discovered the secrets of this Omega or not. There was no stopping his will nor his decree. Wolf had to be wary of the accompanying Sith and other Dark Side users that now made their way to the Academy, and he was ready to draw his lightsaber at a moment's notice. He gave Xiangu a nod of acknowledgement, apathetic to whether she recognised him or not, and walked on ahead.

Wolf was nearing the steps of the Sith Academy, and anticipated the presence of [member="Mael Ren"] in the vicinity, and the arrival of his fellow Knights. He turned to see [member="Thresh Sken"], a fellow member of the Order approach the Academy. He had sparred with Sken back when he too was a Disciple, and Sken had come out the victor, dealing the first blow, that if it had been a lightsaber, would have been fatal. Wolf was proud to have such combatants in service to the Supreme Leader. He motioned to Sken a greeting, waiting for him as he neared the steps. He turned to him, his voice low.

"Thresh Sken. I am glad you are at my side. We are surrounded by those who would end us without a second thought. We servants of Ren must remain united. Mael Ren should be in the vicinity. Others will be coming."

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Approaching Strip Mines
Objective: Group Up
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]

Hearing her name being spoken would normally have made her cringe in this situation, but she'd practiced for this inevitability. Turning her hooded and masked gaze to look at Dax, she tried to remember if they had met before, but she couldn't. Either way, she knew he was a New Republic sanctioned Jedi because she did her best to keep tabs on all of them, just to make sure they were somewhat kept in check. Even Jedi had a tendency to go off the reservation from time to time. They'd been a nuisance to many a Republic before the New Republic's time as well. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"The President isn't here, young Jedi. I think you've confused me with my fellow Pantoran. My name is Lancaster."

The simple voice modulator in her suit would make it hard for him to prove that it was Raeya within. All of this was designed for the very reason of protecting her identity. That said, she motioned for the Jedi to join her in approaching the small group of others nearby. She saw someone she wanted to speak with. An old... friend, if you will. Chiefly her former Master in the ways of the lightside of the Force. It had been some time since the two of them had seen each other, and she was sure this would be more than a little interesting.

He seemed busy helping a pilot that seemed to be a bit dazed and confused, so she waited a moment before speaking up.

"Master Kortun. It's been a while," she said as she drew close to the group of others. "It seems you are well, though the present circumstances may change that for all of us. We should press onward or we'll never reach our destination."

 

[Macharius Solaire]

Location: Space
Objective: Make Planet Fall
Allies: Headed To Them

"The shields won't hold!"

Teeth gritted at the news. They were right in the soup on this one. The storm of turbolaser fire from the Sith fleet battered the Salvation-Class Star Defender's port side. Explosions rocked the ship and traveled up the legs of one Macharius Solaire. He had no doubt in his mind. This was the worst space battle he'd ever been in. Hundreds of ships fought between a dozen different battle sectors. Countless starfighters buzzed between them. It was chaos.

"Captain get us out..." Macharius wasn't able to finish his order before he was tossed to the deck along with anyone else not buckled into a seat. A magazine explosion had torn a gaping hole and thrown the ship aside. Of course they didn't know that. They had no time for damage reports. Macharius felt himself starting to slide along the floor. The ship was listing to starboard and falling, fast!

 

[Bryce Bantam]

LOCATION: Greving near the Strip mines
CURRENT OBJECTIVE: Link up and help out
ALLIES: [member="Kira Vaal] | [FONT=tahoma] [/FONT][member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Solan Charr"]

The normal smile and boyish joy had left Bryce as he stepped from the smoking craft. His droid soon follow him as he walked away from the gathering. In his arms was his friend and as he walked blood dripped from her fingertips, dotting the white snow with scarlet. Inside Bryce felt the moment, the pain of the moment, just like he did on Kal'shebbal at the battle of Sarns place. More death, more pain. Those under his command, in his company, they were paying the price for his shortcomings...

He nodded to his master, Effie and to the all those that were gathering as he passed. Before he could follow them he needed to attend to an important matter. Bryce walked slowly up a snow covered hill, as he did he boots crunched in rhythm as the snow he kicked up swirled around him. Tears began to well up in his eyes as the emotion of the moment bubbled to the surface. How many more need sacrifice themselves on the alter of war? Was this to be his life, living to watch those around him die. Bryce thought back to Kesh, Solan's gardens. It made more sense now. It was how he grieved, how he dealt with the pain and didn't let it consume him.

Bryce laid Alexa's body down by the side of a large outcropping of rocks that stuck out of the snow. Kneeling beside her he gently wiped her hair dark black hair from her face before looking at her one last time. Blinking the tears from his eyes, salted water streamed down his face as he looked to the heavens to summon the force. The rocks beside the two began to shake and rumble and Bryce strained to move them. Slowly they lifted into the air as the wind began to dance around then kicking off any loose snow that may lay upon them. Soon the large stones began to circle Bryce and Alexa as sharks would circle their prey. Bryce stood up and stepped back from the body of his fallen friend. As he did the stones began to circle closer to Alexa's mortal shell till one by one they were carefully placed over her.

With a deep breath, Bryce fought back his emotions and walked over to the makeshift grave of his friend. Others may have witnessed this event, may have even been standing near Bryce this whole time but Bryce was too consumed by the moment to notice. To the young man, this had been a private affair. His way of saying goodbye. He wished he had some other way to honor her, to prayer or means to bless her as she became one with the force. But he had none, he was a Doctor who couldn't heal her. A soldier who couldn't rescue her. A man who has lost a friend.

All these things feelings would need to be addressed, but not today, not now. Bryce took a deep breath in and steeled his emotions.

"Let's get these fethers."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Strip Mines
Allies: [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Rylan Thatcher"] and Others on the light side.
Objective: Meet Up

The rumors of a slave uprising had attracted the attention of one Jedi Master Josh DragonsFlame. The Final Dragon had hovered over the planet, and the Jedi Master had dropped down, landing a short ways from where commotion was visible to keep from being detected. Oddly enough though, he could sense the auras of other Jedi... Some that he knew. A brow was quirked and Josh would try to connect the dots. But instead of trying to piece it together, he knew it best to try and find them himself.

But deep down, he knew something was amiss...

He would soon find himself in a clearing where a group had gathered. For now, he would slink though the trees, having to make sure...

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Near the Strip Mines
Immediate personnel: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Effie Duanna"], And [member="Kira Vaal"] (I think)
Objective: Get to the mines, and comfort a friend.


Solan had said nothing, simply standing there and watching this.

To him, he was watching this with stolen emotions. He felt what Bryce did but without the impact, he had felt the last moments of the woman but without knowing her life. To him she was a ghost and Bryce was as closed a book as any stranger. He had wanted to find some words but in the end he could only watch as the younger man create that makeshift grave, storing all but one of the seeds in his pouch once more before walking towards Bryce.

There was a battle going on, and time was important, but his friend deserved a memory to honor the woman that obviously left a mark on Bryce. His feet carrying him over to the man as he kept a careful eye above and made sure nothing came down tat would look to harm him during the process. Without speaking, and before that makeshift grave was done, solan's hand would have reached out and a patch of earth melted away to reveal the ground below, and with it enough room to place that seed. Whether bryce remembered what it was that he was doing, or simply did not, Solan's hand placed itself over the seed and he breathed in before letting out the burst of air and with it drew his hand upwards from the ground.

In that moment a small blue flower would begin to grow, a blue flower that had a light to it and he watched as it grew and waited those few dozen seconds for it to be done. It was a rush job, even with the crystal amplifying his use of the ability, the flower needing more work later to become fully grown. But it was still enough to be seen and to sustain itself, knowing that was the important part. The creation was something he had grown thousands of times, made ever easier with that crystal he had on him. After a minute or so there remained a sapphire blue flower, standing like a gravestone in memorial to this woman Solan had never known, his eyes changing to Bryce.

"Don't ignore them, but be careful." He said nothing more, as there was more important tasks to deal with. The words were necessary, knowing how he had locked out his own emotions for many years only to let them fester. He wasn't sure if bryce did the same but he offered another sentence before he started back over towards [member="Effie Duanna"]. "Remember Bryce, its the bastards in the space above that did this to your friend. Remind them of their mistake." He didn't ask Bryce to let his emotions lead him, to do anything dark, but to use that memory as a purpose for their being here.

Only then did he finally speak up to Effie, who he was surprised had arrived. "Time to go, and trust me. We give ourselves those heart attacks too."

Reference Links - Crystal, Flower

(Below is a bit of text for Kira, Solan's Ashlan Companion.)

The wolf watched those around it before moving over to [member="Taeli Raaf"], hoping that the woman would recognize the small wolf as it tried to pull itself up to Taeli's shoulder in a quick blur of black. It would sit there, waiting for Solan to link back up having known that the man was too far for comfort. Kira was relieved that Taeli was nearby though, rather relieved that there was someone relatively familiar and using that familiar person as a way for it to stay a bit safer considering its bond-companion was not nearby.

 

[Lyth Meran]

Location somewhere
alies [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Karen Roberts"]
Whats going on?: Hayeaaa yaa yaa yaaaa

" Guys what's going on? " she asked her head still ringing from the crash.
" My head is kind of spinning. last i recall was a frekin huge rectangle dropped out of hyperspace. "
She opened her cabin leaned out and vomited due to a head wound.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Sith Academy, main doors
Allies: The First Order and Knights of Ren: [member="Wolf"] [member="Mael Ren"] [member="CT-47B"] [member="Tyger Tyger"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
Potential Allies: [member="Nomar"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

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The girl was covered in a thick hooded winter jacket as she stood stood a ways in front of the others who had come for the academy, at the gates of the enemy itself. The power of the Dark Side within was enrapturing. She traced her finger tips longingly over one of the pillars to the side of the door. She could not enter alone, she was strong but not yet strong enough to tackle a sanctum of Sith Lords alone so she could only wait for the others to approach but there was no harm in satisfying her lust in the meantime. Seductive whispers chimed in her ears as her fingers delicately stroked the building's walls, they spoke not in any tongue she recognised but the meaning was clear.

Join us. Stop being an tool for others and seize power for yourself. With our knowledge you could destroy even the Supreme Leader and take his place. All you have to do is join us...

As if to give her a taste a throbbing energy coursed through her fingers, her veins and even her heart itself. She breathed deeply, taking it all in but then withdrew her touch back to her side. She smiled as if mocking the voices who spoke to her, the girl's loyalty could never be broken so easily. She would gain their power and knowledge, yes, but it would be as conqueror not an ally. Hungry scarlet eyes swept the building for any clues to what was held inside, be it knowledge to gain or defences to destroy but there was nothing. Just a pyramid of stone covered in snow as pale as her skin.

Tearing her mind away from the academy building, the girl fully became herself again. Sam's attention was drawn by a particularly large explosion in in the planet's orbit just above her. A large ship taking extensive damage and tearing itself apart. It was a reminder of the importance of their duty here today. It mattered not whether the ship which exploded was First Order, Rogue Sith, Mandalorian or Galactic Alliance. It all showed the scale of what was at stake, a war zone where the longer they spent in it the more of the First Order's precious resources and manpower would be sucked away. The only reason she had even made it down to the surface had been due to the excellent efforts of their TIE pilots covering her shuttle's landing. She was powerless to help the men and women serving in the army and naval battles right now but the least she could do was keep them in her thoughts and make them one of her motivations for finishing this mission with haste and efficiency.

All around her was the feeling of those who walked the Dark Side. It was tough to differentiate exactly who was around and their motivations yet if she'd interacted with them before she could recognise a familiar presence. Nearby was [member="Mael Ren"], she reached out to him, willing him to know her location so he could join her shortly. Closer and appearing up the steps of of the Academy were [member="Wolf"] and [member="Thresh Sken"], two others she knew. Lowering her, furry hood slightly so they could recognise her appearance if they needed, she nodded in acknowledgement. She gave no trace of the usual smug banter she enjoyed throwing out at her companions, the mood didn't feel right.

"I trust you are prepared," she spoke once they were in earshot, the chill of the air caught in her breath. She could feel that the pair had both grown in power since last she met them. Good. As had she and they needed every advantage they could get to penetrate the Sith defences and overcome whatever lurked inside. She'd done her research as always. There should be a headmaster of the academy who sat on the Grand Lord's Council itself. If the Headmaster themselves were preparing of their arrival they had difficult times ahead.