Dominion Heat Lightning | The Silver Jedi Concord Dominion of Tol Amn Hex

[GAL Ltd.]

GAME ON YAKHEAD! ​

LOCATION: Tol Amn Space​

LOCAL TIME: 2200 hours​

ORDERS: Being the IceQueen's (Censored)​

Tag: Aisha Marc Kayla Luspark​

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” Oh, NOW she wants me to run on the Corvette? What did she think he was doing? Playing Sabbac? Shaking it off, the Commander banked hard and lined up the ship for a shot. Though she was plagued by the effects of his ion torpedoes, the ship was not out of the fight, in fact far from it and the cannons trained on him surprisingly quickly. The cannon fire threw off his aim as he dodged a couple of shots, one tagging his rear shields, a by-product of how close he was.

There was no damage only a minimal drop in the shields. This only served to piss off Liram as he looked for the pilots who were supposed to be covering him. They were behind him, slow, but behind him. Angellus lined up for another shot. “Switching to torpedoes.” The problem is, he only had two left and had to make them count. With the defensive systems up, he could not get a good shot but had an idea. Flipping the comm-switch to Silver 5 he called out. “Wait here for my signal.”

Not waiting for an argument, he left them in a holding pattern as he took off. Accelerating to attack speed and banking in front of the gunship he screamed by it and moved out of weapons range. Banking hard and lining up again. ” Now!” As soon as she was in range, Liram made sure his line had the corvette in between them and targeted Silver 5. She was far enough away not to be shot by the Corvette, but the torpedoes would not dodge the larger ship, they would slam into it. With luck.

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[Ura Iolar]

Objective: B
Ship: Razor-Tail
Tags: Aveline Cuiléin Aisha Marc GAL Ltd. Kayla Luspark Finley Dawson

Ura held the controls tight as she watched Silver Leader roll almost right on top of her. It was way too close for comfort. She realized something though. The shot that Silver Leader made gave her a perfect chance. Ura quickly cut the engines to W.E.O., diverting shield power as her fighter darted forward before she pulled a roll up then ended on the Headhunters tail. The quick maneuver allowing her to line up a better shot. She let her wing turn around the gyro how they needed before pulling the trigger, and X-Wing’s firepower raining down and rolling to avoid the resulting explosion.

“Splash one!” She would quickly roll back to move into formation with Silver Leader, looking over happily. Then came the next order. Instead of forming up, she’d have a target led to her.

Ura rolled her fighter, keeping her eyes on chased fighter. She gave a little rudder, rolling the wing a little to keep the shot. She pulled the trigger, letting loose volley of fire. She rolled the wings to try and get the shot more lined up. Finally!

“Splash two!” Ura rolled out of the way again, reforming this time. She then heard the next orders. Her and Silver Leader would clean the skies while the others would attack the corvette. That worked for the Lervon, since she didn’t have munitions.

“Ready Silver Leader.”

 

[Kayla Luspark]

O B J E C T I V E - Rapid Response (B)​

Location: Under the cruiser's skirt​

Equipment: Standard flight suit, heavy blaster pistol, REC-SS01 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter​

Companion: "Vido" V-2 Series "Minimech" Astromech​

Tag: GAL Ltd. | Aisha Marc | Aveline Cuiléin | Ura Iolar​

"All right, SIlver Three, he's going to try to shake me, and I'm just going to lead him right to you," the woman said, intentionally missing as she put a shot off the headhunter's starboard side. "Take your time, line up your shot, and then swing on in when you're ready."

In-between taking pot shots at the headhunter from behind, to encourage him staying on the course she wanted, the woman switched gears mentally in her head to say, "Let's take the imitative. Silver Four, make a run on that corvette. We need to disable its engines. Silver Five, Silver Two, cover him."

"Silver Three and I will do clean up. Halo, see if you can grab any outgoing communications."

Kayla was still holding the targeting data for the one that had targeted her, before shaking the lock. As Aisha spoke up and began handing out new directives, she smiled. The calls were similar to the ones she would have made, though in truth she'd forgotten about Halo group. The bosslady was a veteran and even among all the chaos could still track assets better than Kayla could. She switched to missiles, only a few left, and sent one speeding after the ugly, and trusted the lock to do the rest. "As ordered, Lead," she affirmed. "Break off and form up, Two," she said, then snapp-rolled left, standing her fighter on it's wings and pulled into a climb that brought them around to sit high above and behind GAL Ltd. .

There was no damage only a minimal drop in the shields. This only served to piss off Liram as he looked for the pilots who were supposed to be covering him. They were behind him, slow, but behind him. Angellus lined up for another shot. “Switching to torpedoes.” The problem is, he only had two left and had to make them count. With the defensive systems up, he could not get a good shot but had an idea. Flipping the comm-switch to Silver 5 he called out. “Wait here for my signal.”

Kayla could only guess what that signal was. The target on her multiview disappeared, destroyed, but whether by her fire or even Avelines or someone else's she didn't know. Replays of data and footage later would tell the tale. "Sparky, standing by."

Not waiting for an argument, he left them in a holding pattern as he took off. Accelerating to attack speed and banking in front of the gunship he screamed by it and moved out of weapons range. Banking hard and lining up again. ” Now!” As soon as she was in range, Liram made sure his line had the corvette in between them and targeted Silver 5. She was far enough away not to be shot by the Corvette, but the torpedoes would not dodge the larger ship, they would slam into it. With luck.

<Silver Four is painting us,> Vido squealed.
"He's what?"
<You heard me!>
"Maverick are you out of your---"

The steady tone of an incoming missile warning cut through her cockpit. There were two torpedoes speeding her way. He'd launched from kilometers away. There was plenty of time to shake the locks, or possibly shoot them down. So what did he... Oh.

Getting a lock on the ship was difficult. Her sensors could get a visual lock, and even predict hits for her cannons, but the torpedoes and missiles preferred not to be dumb-fired. They tended to want a lock, and that was proving difficult. But he could lock onto her IFF transponder. There was no way she could get away from such a lock. Only dodge or shoot them down. But her position was on the far side of the cruiser. And heading into it's shadow as he fired.

"Come on, come on," she muttered out loud. At first ice filled her gut. If this didn't work, she'd be dead, or out of thousands of credits and her baby would be in pieces. But it was up to her to guide them in. So she pulled up and flashed her exhaust over the cruiser. The torpedoes adjusted their flight a bit as the rushed toward her. Ducking back down, she cut her speed and let loose her entire bay worth of missiles and torpedoes. Explosions crashed against the shields, torpedoes first, creating a great ball of plasma which she dove through. One missile made it through, crashing into the cruiser's armor. The shields were down. A glance behind showed the torps had almost closed the gap. Pouring all power into engines and shields, which she doubled to the rear her fighter accelerated like a rock kicked by a mule.

The strain of g-forces pressed her back into the seat, crushed by a giant invisible hand. She struggled ot maintian control of her fighter, even as she dipped low, skimming just over the hull. Vido was screaming in the back of the fighter but she had no time to even glance at the translation. Slipping along the superstructure, she lined herself up for the shield generators and command deck, then looped around them. The torpedoes cut the loop adn crashed into the shield generator and crushed part of the command tower, exposing it to space.

Unhurt, save for some scorching and shrapnel, Silver Five looped back toward Liram while re-balancing her shields. Controls were a little sloppy, and it was getting hard to breathe in the cockpit. She began to cough a little while smoke started filling it up. "Silver Five. Am Joker on missiles and torps. Are we there yet," she asked.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

Objective - Starship Down​

Location: In above her head​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

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Des slowly got to her feet, groaning with every movement. Every joint hurt and her ribs were on fire again. Her right arm was complaining as well, but she could still manipulate it. So not broken. Touching on the Force she wrapped it around and through her, and turned down her perception of pain. The difficulty breathing eased up, and her joints hurt less. It didn't do anything for the cold wet clothes, but she was Arkanian. She could handle cold for now. And if she really needed to, she still had her Tapas training she'd kept up with. It wouldn't be hard to warm back up.

Caltin didn't look so good. She could see it was hard to breathe, and he looked drawn, a little pale. Making her way over toward him she scooped up under his arm. He was warmer and dryer, so that was a bonus. But she could tell he wasn't doing so hot. She made sure to put herself under his good arm. "I got a look at one of their fighters out the windows. They were sporting the same symbols from Yverna. Kastolar Raiders, I think?" Bloody pirates.

Stretching out her hand she closed her eyes. Using the Force, she used her Senses, and her Sight, casting about ahead of them. She knew she could take in a large area, but right then she needed resolution. She protected a web of energy out from her palm in a flattened cone, much like a fan. It stretched out ahead of them like a searchlight. Every bit of life that it touched lit up to her in the Force, little tiny blips that were bugs and small creatures, to scattered larger life signs. Predators and prey animals. Then brighter dots still which resolved into the forms of people. Armed, moving about. Others were helping each other in twos and threes. She found points of heat and wreckage. Ahead kilometers away was a cluster of life signs. As she focused on them she picked up pain, fear, and a few life signs faded out, feeling that now... familiar sensation of someone dying. A pang of grief flooded through her, remembering her Grams. But she didn't shy away from it. And in this, there was nothing she could have done differently. it just was.

"I think the crash site is that way," she pointed over the horizon. "At least a half dozen kliks. Maybe twice that." A dull explosion sounded somewhere else, approximately ninety degrees from their position. It was distant, but it wasn't long before a plume of smoke rose from what was the destroyed listening post. "Come on," she urged, leading the way for now, while letting him focus on getting better. She tried to keep the worry off her face. Not for herself but for Caltin. He always seemed so large, intimidating, invincible. And now he bled. Maybe not literally, but figuratively.

After a little bit, she eased him to a tree where he could rest for a minute and scanned once more, to make sure they were still on course, and to take an assessment of what was around them. They were crouched on the edge of some water. "There's a team sweeping through," she said, eyes closed, hand out. "But they feel hostil--"

Des disappeared into the drink in a blur with a startled cry. A heavily muscled tentacle that shot around her leg dragged her into the water and was pulling her under.

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[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Keep your breath steady. Focus, and surrender to the Force.

The familiarity of the voice made the Sephi clench her fists. It was one she hadn't heard for three decades. It was nothing but a distant memory. And yet she remembered it so vividly. The scent of sweat, the tight grip she held on the blue-bladed lightsaber and most importantly, the woman in front of her. Yeah, she remembered it all.

A wry smile washed over her features. It was ironic; that the one thing she remembered her former Master by were her life-saving teachings. Teachings that hadn't been enough to save the Cathar herself. But she had grown beyond her Master in knowledge and experience. That was why she couldn't help but respond to the woman who lived on through her memories with a simple "Thank you. But I'll manage."

Nevertheless, she wouldn't dismiss the suggestion of her own unconscious. She knew exactly what they had trained that day.

Clearing her mind was the most difficult part. She didn't want to lift her head. Not yet, at least. No, the Jedi Master was gathering her energy. With what little strength she had, the Sephi attempted to summon the Force in the most rudimentary manner she could. The fractured ribs broke her fragile focus at every breath, so she would live off each individual breath for as long she could, until the world stopped spinning and her head stopped pounding.

The crash site | Colrenth | Open to objective A​

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[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: In a damn swamp​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"​

Tag: Desbre Gensan​

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Have you ever seen a parent defend their child from harm? Be it humanoids from attackers? Animals protecting their young from predators? More appropriately have you ever seen an older sibling, a brother perhaps protect a younger, a sister maybe? It did not matter who was attacking or what their current situation was if you intended harm on their own, you would have to go through them, and it would be anything but pretty. Caltin was not completely incapacitated, but he was in bad shape at the moment and Desbre was an immense help. She had even found the hostile individuals moving about and the general direction of the landing site.

Even if this was the case, she was his Padawan, and he was NOT going to fail her. The massive Jedi Master had too much of a history of that happening in the past. His body was one big ache, he was in internal and external pain, but the rush of adrenaline that came from Desbre in danger surged through him and seemed to slow everything down. Barely a second had passed, but it felt like a literal eternity, and he dove after her.

Whatever was pulling Des was fast, only natural, this was its turf, but the big guy was too stubborn, especially when someone in his charge was in harm’s way. Reaching out through the Force, the big grabbed ahold of the tentacle, he did not see or know where she was, but he felt her presence and focused on that for his target. This was what allowed Caltin to find the life form pulling on it.

The strain on his body was killing him, especially in the head, Caltin was going to need a week in a bacta tank at this point, but that was not going to stop him, nothing at this point would. With the focus of a predator, he closed his hand into a fist, tightening the grip on the tentacle. The purpose was to force it to not only let her go but not to try and reacquire her. The effect should allow Des’ to surface. If it didn’t? Well, he could either get her physically, through the Force or cross that bridge when he gets to it.

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[Darth Ahriman]

Objective A: Starship Down.
Location: Crash site, Lost somewhere among the marshlands.
Equipment: Jedi Apparel, Busted Datapad and Commlink.
Tag: Eloi Graix

"So; Padawan - you are a Padawan, right? I need you to reach out through the force. Isolate the noise around you and listen to my voice. Let sound of burning metal fade and filter away the smattering of the rain. Reach out - allow yourself to hear."​

Valen seemed to pause a moment, turning back to look to Eloi Graix uncertainly. It was the first sign of vulnerability that the Jedi Master would note in the boy, but for Valen he was ever so quick to presume he would be shunned for lacking the knowledge the other students possessed. Ever to the frustration of his class tutors who rarely heard a peep from him and had to pressure him into explaining himself when he failed to deliver on his weekly assignments.​

"I uh...-I think we'd be safer to leave that stuff up to an expert like yourself!" Valen quickly sought to cover for his inability to fulfil the Jedi Master's instructions, instead of banking on the reality that Master Graix would indeed be far more successful than he or any other Padawan might be.​

"I'll keep watch while you're concentrating!" He added, walking a little faster ahead so that he could hopefully avoid the Master's argument or further instructions​

 

[Eloi Graix]

Objective A
Location: Crashsite, lost in marshlands
Tags: Valen Arenais

Eloi remained stoic and cold. His eyes followed the Padawan who turned to look to him. It was not quite in his nature to be warm and compassionate like so many others - he had been away from the Order for some time and still had a distance to go before living up to many of the expectations which he knew rested upon him. But forcing a warmer reaction would not be doing anyone any favours - and so, he remained still whilst his mind processed the information it was given. Why was the boy not following his instructions?

"Perhaps" the Padawan had a point - this was an instance where they would do good not to miss anyone on their way back. A curious eyebrow raised as he heard that Valen would be keeping watch to allow for the Master to concentrate but Eloi mostly remained still, watching and observing. But once Valen moved ahead, the elderly Chagrian followed. Their path was set. "Have no one asked you to trust in your instincts yet?" he asked, moving next to the Padawan.

In some ways, the younger Jedi reminded him of himself. Far from every aspect did but Valen too, appeared to be an individualist who cared little to show emotion. But then, they seemed different in many ways too. Perhaps the decades between them in age saw to that. Still, he did ultimately wish the youngster well - and so, he would do his best to remain patient. While false empathy did little good - tolerance and a long fuse would more than likely be good for both of them.

There is no passion, there is serenity

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

Silver Squadron & Friends: Aisha Marc Kayla Luspark Ura Iolar GAL Ltd. Finley Dawson Sarah Candor

These Z-95's packed a punch, but so did they. With Kayla Luspark taking the lead in their pair, Aveline felt confident. Everything was much simpler this way. She felt like she had the capacity to become an excellent lieutenant, though she did not know if she could ever command.

Her first target took a direct hit from her second missile, and with rapid reaction to targeting data fed her from Kayla, she was able to put some pressure on the next pilot too. Slash through. Pass. Roll left, rudder right. No complaints from Silver Two. She didn't consider or really contemplate the orders, simply executed them.

"Woah, how did she do that" Aveline said to herself. This girl was rapid. Aveline turned power to thrusters down about halfway, but she did not cut it completely. Her move was less sudden, a more fluid wide arch, though it put her much further behind Kayla than ideal. It was clear which one was the real pro pilot. It wasn't all bad though, that blaring alarm sound was gone. She had broken the lock.

"Thanks Five, he's off me. Now let's see how he likes it..." The A-Wing gave chase, and came in fast from behind as Aveline put her thruster back up towards max. She fought to maintain the lock, but he was dodging her. Clearly this pirate did not like the taste of his own medicine. Still, she found herself back in range and let her guns open up on him. They were a bit of a wild scatter at first, but once she got a feel for his movement as well as the distance, she lined up a volley that definitely hit. The pirate broke off, though pursued by a concussion missile from Kayla his escape was short-lived. Another one down. "Nice hit, Five" Aveline grinned.

New orders came in. Time to do some covering duty for GAL Ltd. . Aveline broke off, and using the speed of the A-Wing, she found herself back on Kayla's wing before long. She didn't quite understand what was going on between Silver Five and Four. Sounded like Maverick was pulling some wild move, and someone when someone with Kayla's expertise wasn't loving it, it made Aveline feel uneasy. Still, she maintained her position, and joined in with Silver Five's attack run, unleashing all she had of concussion missiles and blaster cannon fire on their prey. The three of them really beat it up good. Torpedos hit, their shields were down, and the bridge was in disarray.

Luckily for her the corvette's main fire rained down on the other two, letting Aveline off easy. "Please don't come back to bite me" she muttered to herself again, as she transferred power from engines and shield, piling it all into her weapons. Come on, come on! Let's finish this thing off...

Aveline expected to find herself under heavy fire as she pulled out of her attack dive, but nothing came. Silence. Was that it? The corvette floated through space, seemingly taken out of action. "What's it doing? We got it?"

 

[Desbre Gensan]

O B J E C T I V E - Starship Down​

Location: In the suck​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

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Spoiler: Legends Never Die

Whatever had her dragged her farther from the shore. She scrambled at the muck below her, trying to grab a root or anything that would give her purchase. But there was nothing. Gritting her teeth in the murk she felt for her waist. The pressure let go at the same time an animalistic screech of pain erupted through the water. There was a tentacle wrapped around her left leg, twitching, but she was free. Finding her saber, she thumbed the stud. A blue-white blade sprang to life, then distorted as the water flash-boiled where it made contact with the oscillating plasma stream. But like a beacon, it lit up the water, and there was a hulking humanoid figure with arm outstretched. The silhouette was familiar. Caltin. He'd come to save her. And the ragged and bloody portion where the tentacle had severed was plenty of evidence of that. Gratitude rolled through her, but also concern. He wasn't really in fighting condition. What sacrifice was he making to come to help her? It was reckless, but... more than anyone else had done for her in a long time.

A larger, creature was in front of her in the water. Two more tentacles shot out for her, but she swept her saber in front of her from six o'clock to twelve all the way over to two o'clock catching both and severing them neatly. The form recoiled in pain and retreated, leaving behind it's severed flesh. Keeping her saber lit, the Arkanian fished out an aquata breather from her belt. Des spat out what murky swamp water she had in her mouth, then replaced it with the small mechanical air filter. Taking a lungful of needed air after her initial underwater scream, she side-stroked her way toward the Jedi Master.

~Come on, let's get you back on land,~ she directed and went to helping him back, lighting their way. She could see fine underwater, in the murk. Heat signatures were rather clear. But human eyesight wasn't as good, so her saber served as a torch if nothing else. On the shoreline, she withdrew the breather and closed the weapon down, and put them back.

It was then that she remembered she had a comlink as part of her standard loadout as well, though she rarely had reason to use it. Another explosion lit up the distance with a deep thud. This one she felt in the ground under them and even saw the tremor in the water. But there were no aircraft that she could hear overhead. No airstrikes. They should have seen an orbital strike come down. Stretching out her hand she scanned in that direction. The team of pirates she felt earlier was gone. Or rather one of them was farther away but their life force winked out. It was in the approximate location of the blast they'd heard. Someone was out there reaping their way through the Raiders.

Inspecting the comlink, it was an older model, but it checked out. Not like the recent SJ-1's. No, this was a reproduction of the Hush but with the latest tech updates. She could call for aid, but would probably have to do it in the clear. And there was still fighting overhead. There was no CASEVAC coming, not yet. Calling for help would only point them out to the Raiders if they were listening. Traveling further was not a good idea. She didn't know how to heal Caltin. Active healing wasn't something she had learned yet. She had ideas about how to go about it, but ...

She sighed. Priorities of survival. They had air. The next was a way to control body temperature. She could handle being colder than he could. But they weren't truly in danger of hypothermia yet. Moving would stave that off. But he was injured. And she imagined she had a couple fractures she couldn't feel right now. Travel was a monumentally stupid idea. Especially after his rescue.

Casting about, she looked for cover, but the best they had were the grasses and the tree they'd parked under. The area was dry enough and high enough from the waterline. "Okay," she said, putting the comlink away. "You can't really travel. And I'm probably not great either." She chewed her lower lip. "We're safe enough here for the time being. When the fighting overhead ends, and the fleet pushes the Raiders out, we can get picked up. You can rest and focus on getting better until then. Patience is our best option right now. I can keep watch. Protect you." Her concern radiated off of her, but so did conviction. In her assessment, it was better than risking his life just to rendezvous. They had a locator and good comms that would reach into space. They weren't far from the crash site so they could easily get picked up.

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[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Tol Amn swamp​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"​

Tag: Desbre Gensan Aien Mueller​

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He wanted to pull “rank” so to speak and get to the crash site, but Desbre was in the right here. So he laid against the tree and closed his eyes. Letting his mind’s eye search the area, Caltin focused on healing, it would take a long time, longer than they had but at least he could heal his injuries. This was not safe though, soon they would have to move so the big guy focused on his internal injuries. This was not fun and not what he wanted, but the massive Jedi Master could ignore external issues.

It was the mind’s eye search that picked up on the “team”, he could not tell exactly who they were, but they looked to be “Silvers” judging by their actions. They helped Padawan Bucket and the sentient with him by directing them in the same direction he and Des were going. If they were going to stay here though, she needed to be in better shape if she was going to keep watch over them. Stretching forward without a word, Caltin gently pressed his hand against the Arkanian Padawan’s ribs and focused on healing her. He was not an expert in this but the big guy could stave off the girl’s injuries and give them both a better chance. He’ll focus on himself in a second.

Why not groan give us a better groan chance, right?

The question was rhetorical. Opening his eyes, Caltin saw what Desbre might not have yet. The other team that was nearby, was headed their way, and they were Silvers.

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[Aien Mueller]

OPERATION - F' them up!

LOCATION: Some mess of a swamp
LOADOUT: Armor - Massiff (all),
Weapons (team)- Pistol,
Combat Knife, Grenade,
Thermal Detonator
(Snipers)- Submachine Gun, rifle
(Assault)- Rifle, Slugthrower Pistol
ORDERS: (Redacted)
OVERWATCH: “Seraphim”
TAG: Desbre Gensan

They were moving fast, even for them. There were maybe sixty, maybe seventy-five pirates closing in on them. The cave closing in on them cut the herd big time, but there were still more and they were coming from multiple directions. Dem Oniqua(Bartleby) and Forensile Torvava(Scion) were working like a well-oiled machine, as usual, with Dem pointing out the incoming angles, and Forensile setting explosive traps. They were effective, which was important, but expected since they had the real-time locations of the incoming pirates. The problem is the explosions were getting louder and louder, meaning they were getting closer and closer.

The team made their way to what looked to be a damn huge Boulder, or Rock, or something, and a cute Arkanian. They both looked to be in bad shape, but both looked to be Jedi. “Seraphim”’s orders rang in Azrael’s head as he approached with the rest, but this was his interpretation of them, he was not going against orders, “The Apostles” were thinning the herd, but they were getting help. That is tactically sound and necessary.

Set a perimeter.

Instinctively each team member had their own spot as the Team Leader inspected the scene and got an update on what was in front of him. The big guy looked like he had jumped out of the transport and tried to catch it with his bare hands, the girl didn’t look much better, she looked like she could move though. What about him? He had some field medic experience, but Rojehr Pouiel (Cherubim) was the Corpsman. He didn’t have to wave the Morellian over, he never did, Cherubim was already there and giving a “loose check” and shook his head at the boss.

Not terrible, but not good.

Looking at the Jedi, who looked to be awake and not happy that some guy was looking over him, Azreal paid him the respect he deserved.

Master Jedi, can you move?

Boss, he has internal injuries as well as external, he can h…

Understood, Lieutenant. Master Jedi, can you move?

The big guy just nodded. Azrael then called out to the team.

We’re moving.

Then back at the Arkanian, he asked simply, showing her the same respect.

Master Jedi, there is a large group of pirates coming this way, we’ve slowed them up but not stopped them. If you can help him along, we’ll hold them off as long as we can.

They were all professionals, but they were horribly outnumbered. Some may not survive and they all knew this.

Ask them if they cared.

 

[Boo Heavenshield]

The fires on the corvette made for an impressive, if short lived, fireworks display in space.

"Great job," the Corellian woman remarked into the open comlink. GAL Ltd. Kayla Luspark and Aveline Cuiléin had all worked together to disable the carrier, which left only a few of the Z-95 headhunters around as any sort of threat.

That threat was severely diminished when the crescent moon silouette of a Silver Jedi Mentor-class battlecruiser suddenly snapped into view.

"Halo, Silver Leader. Go ahead and drop the jamming fields," the woman declared, right as a squadron of starfighters started taking off from the Silver Jedi ship. And more Silver Navy ships were jumping into the system.

There was no reason to continue fighting. "This is Commander Marc of the Silver Navy," the woman declared, switching to broadcast as she addressed the remaining enemy craft. "Your carrier is disabled. Lower your shields and stop your engines."

A tractor beam reached out from the battlecruiser, latching hold on the corvette even as its remaining fighters began surrendering. Whatever goals that Captain Varfe had in mind when they had shot down a diplomatic vessel, Aisha had to imagine that this hadn't been the envisioned end result. But with the Antarian Rangers being dispatched to board the corvette, there would be time to pursue more on that situation once the Nautolan was under arrest and in custody.

An Ashla-class medical frigate was dropping into the planetary atmosphere, dispatching ambulances and shuttles as first responders began deploying down to the planet toward Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Caltin Vanagor Desbre Gensan Valen Arenais and the others were located among the wreckage.

This would be a hell of a mess to clean up. But now the Jedi were here, and they knew firsthand the dangers facing the workers on this agriplanet. So their long journey to healing and recovery could now begin.

One small step at a time.

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[GAL Ltd.]

GAME ON YAKHEAD! ​

LOCATION: Tol Amn Space​

LOCAL TIME: 2230 hours​

ORDERS: Mop-up​

Tag: Aisha Marc Aveline Cuiléin Desbre Gensan Caltin Vanagor Aien Mueller​

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As the Silver fleet jumped in, including "The Liberation" Liram actually began to make way to land when "Radio" picked up a distress call from the planet. [Commander, the 412th Special Forces Unit- Code Name "Omega Squad" is calling for an airstrike. The team is in need of assistance.] The call came from Lieutenant Dem Oniqua, he was calling for any fighters to come and eliminate the overwhelming forces following them and keeping them from being extracted. Instinctively, he dove and throttled heavily forward for the planet, all available power transferred to weapons and engines.​

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Lt. Commander Mueller was an (censored) but the Devil Pilot respected him and his guys. There was no way he would stand by. Flipping the comm-switch he called out.​

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"Gotta go! Ground needs help! If you wanna help, keep your (censored) up!"​

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OOC: Finishing this in Omega Squad's final post.​

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[Desbre Gensan]

O B J E C T I V E - Starship Down​

Location: In the Swamp​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush comlink, aquata breather​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor | Aien Mueller | Aisha Marc​

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Relief flowed through Des when Caltin relented. She could feel how much he wanted to pull rank and push on. But he also saw reason. Silently sagreed they couldn't stay there forever. But they could rest a while. That alone eased some of her worry over him. She'd already determined to stand guard over him no matter what. He might have been her superior and his experience far outweighed hers, but she was no fool. More than that, she'd always had a strong protective instinct. He was one of the few people out there she had a connection to. He was her teacher. And, she would like to think, a friend. There was no other choice. Not with him in rough shape.

Des sensed his gathering of the Force and relaxed a little further, directing her attention outward. She flattened her sphere of responsibility into a disc, spreading it out over the area, picking up everything she could within a kilometer radius. Anything smaller than a small canid or felinoid she filtered out. That left every tree, bush, and creature that would likely be a threat to them. She sensed the approaching raiders, but also Silvers. Death followed in their wake, though her sharp vision detected nothing, heard nothing at this range. Silent professionals then. Suddenly she was quite glad they were on her and Caltin's side. It was one thing to go up against a group of pirates. But professional 'troubleshooters' like that? She wasn't sure how well she could handle any of them. Not that she would want to in the first place.

A warm hand landed on her ribs, and they were suddenly wrapped in barbed wire once more. Yup! Broken. But that heat from Caltin's hand seeped in and suffused into her. She could feel them shift a little which made her gasp, then the white-hot pain eased. It grew easier to breathe. And then her ribcage began to itch like the devil. It made her gasp, then grit her teeth as her already white-knuckled hands balled into tight fists, resisting the urge to scratch. She knew then what he was doing, even as he explained his reasoning. This was the second time he'd patched her up, but this time she wasn't delirious and half-conscious. So she tried to pay attention to how he used the Force and what he did with his efforts. "I still need to learn that so you aren't patching me up all the time," Des said quietly as the tiny fractures and cracks knitted halfway back together. "Okay, that'll do for now. Focus on yourself. I just have to protect my side until I can get dunked."

It was then that the Omegas arrived. In seconds they established their perimeter with their Corpsman parking next to Caltin. As Azrael chatted with his people, then asked her if she could help Caltin along he would see the gears turning in her head. She might not have been a soldier in the traditional sense, but it wasn't hard to recognize a lighting quick tactical assessment. Several options flickered across her face, then were just as quickly discarded. Caltin would feel a new level of determination roll off of her. "Let's move," she stated. Des knew by now she could literally carry him, even though he was almost three times her weight, just on raw physical power. But more than that she could use the Force to float him along.

That would be easier on him. They didn't really have time to fashion anything to carry him, This would be difficult, but it would allow them to move. As she reached out to the Force, she felt a disturbance overhead. Something shifted. There was almost a dull thump as before her eyes a ship appeared in the upper atmosphere, and a moment later began spilling aircraft.

She considered whipping out her comlink but there was a rising sense of danger. They weren't saved yet. They needed to move right kriffing now. "Danger close," she said to Azrael and pulled her lightsaber free. She scooped up under Caltin's arm and helped him get to his feet. Time to move.

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[Aien Mueller]

OPERATION -

LOCATION: The (redacted) of Tol Amn
LOADOUT: Armor - Massiff (all),
Weapons (team)- Pistol,
Combat Knife, Grenade,
Thermal Detonator
(Snipers)- Submachine Gun, rifle
(Assault)- Rifle, Slugthrower Pistol
ORDERS: Currently - Reach LZ for extraction
OVERWATCH: “Seraphim”
TAG: Desbre Gensan Aisha Marc

Strip those packs down to rolling gear only. Have the refugees drop anything that don't go '' boom.'' Let's move. Double time. Let's go. Hustle.

Boss...

In a rare showing of emotion, Bartleby put a firm hand on Azrael’s shoulder

The Jedi, fight the good fight and would protect us if the tide was turned. For all the years that we were told to stand down and to stand by...you're doing the right thing.

For our sins.

Hooyah.

Hooyah. We gotta go. Let's go.

Speaking his normal loud, commanding tone, Azrael gave the orders to the team, and then to the Jedi he spoke, still commanding but as respectful as possible.

Come on. We gotta hurry.

hold one.

Hold one.

Sliding next to the Sniper and Overwatch he asked.

What do you got, Sauriel?

Everybody down. Get down! Get down!

In a buzz, the air lit up with weapons fire, two blaster bolts slammed into Loki and he fell fast.

Where you at, motherfugers?

The primary sniper began shooting at targets in a controlled but malicious pattern.

Where you at?

Cherubim had his rifle trained out on the gunners as he slid over to tend to Loki.

Sniper, 1 1 o'clock.

Sniper, 1 1 o'clock.

Scion -Smoke! Give me smoke!

El Tee...l got hit. Sniper.

Go!

Look who it is. The frelling cavalry. -Keep your hand on that.

-Sit him up. -How's he doing?

Cherubim actually had a moment to check on his teammate and give him the once-over.

He's all right. Two in the shoulder. Clean hit.

Sorry, sir. He caught me sleeping.

Loki was furious with himself, he was down hard but would survive, the problem is he knew he would slow everyone down. Even the Jedi doing something to make them all calm wasn’t really helping, they needed their edge.

Don't worry about it.

Did you get that little son of a queen? -We got him.

I'm better than that.

Frig that. -Can you walk?

Yes, sir. Let's go, Doc. Make it tight. Get me back in this shig.

All right. Ready.

Get down!

As more weapons fire sailed wildly around them, a round object that was very familiar was flung into their vicinity and rolled to a stop.

Grenade!

The explosive went off and shrapnel went everywhere. Not one member was safe, they all survived and their bodily damage was nominal but they were all hit.

We've gotta get out of here now! You hear me? We gotta get out of here right now.

To the team he checked his gear and they were beginning to move when Cherubim was hit solidly in the chest, there was no surviving this shot.

Cher!

Bartleby caught him as the rest of the team opened up on the general direction, the Jedi were blocking as much as they could. The sniper/corpsman was a bloody mess.

Roj! Ah frell! Friggin bloody Frell!

l never saw it coming, boss.

Son of a queen.

His body twitching, losing life, the huge Jedi even trying and failing to heal him, Cherubim knew this was it, they all did.

lt wasn't supposed to happen like this.

lt's my fault. lt's my fault, all right?

Breathe.

You know what to do, right?

Yeah. Yeah, l know what to do. You hear me? l got it, okay?

Azrael even started to shoot back at the oncoming army.

Breathe. Just relax.

Breathe.

No! No. You'll get them there, right? lt's not for nothing, right? Right?

l'll get them there. Don't worry. l got it.

Shooting a pirate attempting to fire a rocket-propelled grenade at them, Azrael looked down again.

l got everything, all right? Don't worry.

Bartleby was friggin heroic in his efforts, both trying to keep Cherubim alive and feeding real-time positions into the helmets of his teammates, he was a mess (He and Rojehr were married) but the second on the team was holding everyone together.

Breathe, Slo. Breathe, breathe.

l guess we're there, huh, boss?

Yeah, we're there.

Slowly he faded away as everyone gave the widower a chance to say goodbye.

Bart...

The tech just nodded, knowing what was about to be said.

...get his weapons and ammunition.

Already stripping his partner of gear, he looked up.

What about the body?

With a defeated sigh, he shook his head.

We gotta come back for it.

This infuriated the team Tech, and he began shooting like mad.

Gawddamn it. Gawddamn it!

Bart was losing focus and was shot in the knee, falling down into a kneeling position he didn’t seem to care anymore if he lived or died. Azrael had to step in.

No. -Listen to me, gawddamn it! Listen to me! This man is dead. if you don't want his death to be meaningless...it's time for you to be the man he knew you are and help me get everyone to the L.Z.! Now cowboy the fug up! You got it? Do you understand me?

Sometimes even the best need to be set straight, this was one of those times and while he did not like it, Bart was ready to go.

Yes, sir. -Good.

There seemed to be a lull in the fight until another wave came in, even more weapons, the fire seemed to come to from E-web style repeaters.

Get down! Stay down!

The Jedi were holding a lot of the weapons fire back, even the big guy who seemed to be a walking wreck was fighting on sheer will, or just plain stubborn. He was using that Force mumbo-jumbo and making stuff fly at the pirates. It was hard for him, but he was holding the position for them, how long depended on how well he could remain standing. The cute Arkanian seemed to be protecting the big guy with some kind of ferocity, she was doing so protecting the team but seemed to take it personally if someone fired on the big guy.

Open up those toolboxes, boys. They'll be coming! Conserve your regular ammo!

The team opened up several compartments and began to pull out heated slugs. The effect would be incredibly damaging when hitting their targets. The sounds were silent leaving the slugthrowers but the light that came from their trails made them look almost like energy bolts. The pirates learned just how powerful these slugs were as they watched their buddies die painfully of the burning and penetration of the projectiles. Bartleby was done with radio silence and was on the link calling out to any of the Silvers up in the sky.

Command, this is Wamprat One! Under hostile enemy attack! Request immediate air support! Location: one klick south of Tandjile Pass. Launch! l say again, request immediate air support. Location: one klick south of Tandjile Pass. Come back!

Grenades!

The last of their grenades flew through the air as Scion set the last of his shaped charges in the path they were taking.

Stand by to peel! Bart, get them out of here now!

Fug!

Loki!

An RPG came in and even the Jedi would not stop it. They protected who they could, but Loki and Gabriel had fallen. They were out of the fight.

Hold the line!

Get up! Get up! Get up! Come on! Come on!

We gotta go!

No!

Go! Go! Run! Go!

Sauriel now had Gabriel’s slug thrower and was hitting everyone he could and keeping the rest down, in the other hand was his submachine gun. He was not going to let any more members or anyone fall, they took on the wrong people. He was mean enough, this was not helping his disposition.

Fug you!

Go! Go! Go!

Then Azrael, covering Sauriel was shot center of his upper leg. The slug tore through several muscles, he was fine to fight but walking was a big issue. What sucked was they were so close to the secondary LZ, the pirates were lured away from the crash site, they were doing their jobs, but the cost was extremely high.

Get that knife off me. Tie it around my leg. Tight! Tight!

Scion was doing his best to apply a tourniquet as he was dodging bolts. The Jedi were fighting back, they could not help the fallen or do much else with the way they were, but Azrael doubted the team would have made it this far without them.

You guys are gonna have to help me.

Then Bartleby held up a hand and turned the volume up on his comm speaker. Wamprat One, this is Mustang. Do you read me? Come in.

Grabbing the microphone as Scion helped him limp past the last of the tree-line.

Come on! We're here!

Go! Go! Go! Now! Run!

Hang on! Hang on! We're here.

The open space was the stickler, they found their secondary landing site and the dropship, with escorting gunships was in eyesight. The army was still approaching though.

”Wamprat One, this is Mustang. Wamprat One, this is Mustang. Do you read?”

Mustang, this is Wamprat One. Go!

” What do you got down there, Azrael?”

l got beaucoup bad guys between the tree line and my smoke! Scion, pop smoke now!

Popping the last of his canisters, the demo guy gave the signal for where NOT to strafe. The three that looked to be left were all wounded and slow-moving, but they were going to survive.

”l got white smoke, Alien.”.

Light’em up, Liram. Danger close!

” Roger that. Coming in hot.”

Oh, my God.

Sauriel was hit and pinned down but was crawling to the rest of the team. The Jedi were wrapping them in a Force Shield, there was little left that could be done.

Tauren! Tauren! Come on, Red! Come on!

Move it! Forward! Come on!

Sauriel, come on! Get down! Get your head down.

Cover!

The army was closing in, this was their big victory to pull from this mess of an operation, they were going to kill a Special Forces team AND Jedi. They made it to the clearing and had weapons ready, they did not see the small group of X-wings screaming in until it was too late. The strafing run tore into the ground and all of the individuals in the most explosive and torturous way possible. Of the forty or so pirates that were not killed out of the seventy-five by Omega Squad and the Jedi were obliterated by Commander Aien Mueller and Lieutenant Kayla Luspar. Once the area was clear, the dropships came in, the Jedi and the team slowly made their way to their feet as medical crews as well as security came out to set a perimeter and tend to the wounded, soldier and Jedi. The last to exit was Captain Muhr Guinn… “Seraphim”.

We were getting worried about you.

l have men down in the field, sir.

A defeated sigh exited the captain’s lips as he offered a hand on the Commander’s shoulder and a shoulder for the Jedi to lean on.

We'll take care of them.

 

[Kayla Luspark]

Close Air Support and CSAR​

Location: On station at crash site​

Equipment: Standard flight suit, heavy blaster pistol, REC-SS01 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter​

Companion: "Vido" V-2 Series "Minimech" Astromech​

Tag: GAL Ltd. | Aisha Marc | Aveline Cuiléin | Caltin Vanagor​

Kayla peeled off from the strike. She'd followed Maverick down after quickly clearing it with Freebird. She regretted dropping all her ordinance on the corvette. A couple torpedoes would have made handy work of the pirates below. But her fighters canons had been more than enough as the shots flash-boiled the waters of the swamp creating geysers and clouds of superheated steam and earth. Breaking off she began a wide loop over the AO looking for stragglers. It looked like a lot of rough ground down there, but things were starting to settle down.​

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Landing zone​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor​

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Des finally closed down her saber, though she did not put it away immediately. She'd gripped it so tight her hand was locked around it. Tears streamed down her face, filled with hot frustration. Never mind that she was bleeding from half a dozen pieces of shrapnel from the grenade. She was beyond feeling it for the moment. She stood, breathing heavily, and it was getting harder to do so once more. Her lungs felt liquidy and each bruth had a bubbly quality to it. She coughed then, only to find her mouth filling with blood. "Medic," she called, recognizing she either had a punctured lung or a sucking chest wound, probably from a very small piece that had hit her in the upper thorax.​

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Finally she dropped to one knee, even though her gray-white eyes were still focused in the direction they'd come. This wasn't something she could heal her way out of. And it was probably a good thing, as it wasn't hard to see she was ready to go back for more, after watching half the Omegas go down, powerless to stop it. Nevermind they'd managed to save half. She only saw failure. Finally her shoulders drooped, defeated. Going back wouldn't fix anything. She'd done her absolute best, even if it was hard to accept. She clipped her saber back to her belt as a coupleof medics appeared next to her and went to checking her over. It wasn't long before they had both Jedi ready to travel, and Des could breathe again. Both would need a good dunk in a bacta tank. They gave the padawan a mild sedative and painkiller, and in short order she drifted off... only hearing the sounds of blasters, slugthrowers, explosions... surrounded by the spectre of death.​

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[000]

Objective C - (BYOO) Survivors Plight and dilemma to regroup

Location: Somewhere within the ship in the crash site of The Ha-Chillest

Equipment: Survival pack, Dual Lightsaber & small medkit

Tag: Jax Thio , Aveline Cuiléin , Kayla Luspark , Aien Mueller , Sakadi Marathi Sinvala , Colrenth . Eloi Graix

It was then as the two converse that untether at same time somewhat unfocused his other sense somewhat got the better of him. As from the distance, he could sense the approach of others....some hinting on what he could be other force users of varying degrees. Whilst on the flip side came thru the whispers of the breath to him of a mix of something else. That which no less both pain as it gave him a sliver of hope despite what would no less be quite a herculean task. Of the magnitude of both in terms of carnage as much toll, this day would no less bring.

That hard as he dd tries to push back against the dark cloud hovering over his thought as whispers from the past seem faintly brought to mind. Of however much, he tried could not shake the idea of how much of his....fears...inner turmoil still lingers...in which no less kept him from.....at any rate since the ebbing tide of life force all around them. Somewhat snap him back to reality and set aside his own internal dilemma as much of concern for his own. As though the little droid assistance somewhat mended some of his injuries somewhat thought not fully he turns one last time to glance over the youth. Now laying peacefully now that he'd been tended by the jedi and was hopefully on the mends himself.

That he then unmindfully set off on his own in the hopes of scout the nearby area for anyone else left in need from the crash...