Help Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi [Republic Dominion of Alderaan]

[Geneviève Lasedri]

It was time to take back what the Republic had longed for so long. And it was generally evident that Alderaan would want them back. It matters little how much propaganda a faction spews and how much they repair (And Vongforming was not something most appreciated.) when their takeover is as violent as the Sith's invasion of Alderaan had been. They had done nothing but make the people bleed and subsequently crush their bones for good measure.

An emissary vessel carrying a few diplomats had been sent in ahead of the sensor-proof Intangible, on which Chief Geneviève Lasedri was being transported to meet the people. Time was of the essence. She needed to usher in the Republic dignitaries and reclaim ties between the national government and the planetary government--and the remnants of Sith forces needed to be cleared out in the meantime.

Lasedri's pilot called out over the comms. "This is Rune-Ackbar-Vader Two-Oh-Mothma, Galactic Republic emissary, requesting landing coordinates." A reply was given, and the corvette was soon on its way to make touchdown.

Spoiler: Objectives

Reinstate political ties between the Republic and the local government of Alderaan.
Capture or destroy any Sith army remnants.
Reestablish planetary defenses.

 

[Svarin Noimare]

What do you do when you need a diplomat? Obviously you send in the mute Echani girl with little-to-no experience! Well, not really, but Svarin Wolfbane was one of those who hadn't magically disappeared. And so she went with the Republic forces to try and A: Figure out what happened, and B: Take back certain planets from the Sith while they were busy not existing. At least in this realm... The young girl had been moderately okay with that plan. Partially because it had been explained to her while she was half-asleep.

This was obviously going to go very, very well.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

It had been disorienting. One moment he was chasing through the jungle on Ossus, and the next? Poof, he was somewhere unrecognizable, and everyone was - forgive me this - kung-fu fighting... or whatever other sort of person-on-person action tickled their fancy. It was rather disorienting, even more so that he couldn't sense a damned thing, and Mara wasn't anywhere. He did what he did best in that strange place. He fought tooth and claw, ripped and shredded and in a particularly rough tumble, he was yet again somewhere else entirely... he was angrier than he'd ever been in his entire existence, he was enraged and here he was amongst a veritable cornucopia of plantlife, some familiar due to Ossus and some not, and something from the Yuuzhan Vong Library of Organic Constructs that was not present on the world that he had called home:

Vong sentients.

His mind urged him to kill. He hadn't even felt anything like this during puberty. Quite uncharacteristically, he pounced on the first thing that moved, durasteel-shredding claws doing their work and teeth helping the death of the unsuspecting creature right along. Pinned by somewhere upwards of two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of feline glory, the creature seized in the throes of death until its bodily conniptions sputtered to a stop. A hellishly deep growl emanated from the Felacatian Knight as orange eyes locked on another creature, the sudden-onset rage not quite dissipating yet. He was a beast himself, after all. Many more Vong would die under his claw before he found himself again. Little did he know that his allies were descending on this world very soon as well. He didn't have a single fething clue that he was on Alderaan.

The only errant thought that entered his rage was of [member="Avalore Eden"]. That often seemed to be the case - she was distracting.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Svarin Wolfbane"]​

 

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The cybernetics ached. Graxin had been given a muscular replacement in his right shoulder after the battle of Kashhyyk. An event he was still quite bitter about. The Ession war machine had been cut down, and the Republic had not commited even a quarter as many soldiers to the battle as the sovereign state of Ession had.

They were no longer able to wage war.

Ession's armies had been recalled to defend the planet itself. The Grand Council now controlled the Republic allies planet until Graxin returned from his duties.

Currently, he accompanied the chief on her mission to Alderaan. He woul serve as her protector and adviser as he held the same position as she in the outer rim. There might have been dissension between the Republic and the Jedi Order, but Graxin Rade was steadfast in his desire to halt the One Sith.

"Gen." He insisted on speaking with the woman on a semi-familiar basis. "Once this is over, I need to secure Naboo for the Republic. My mother has disappeared, and it's my duty as her son to protect the planet. It would be a steadfast supporter of the Republic agenda."





[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Svarin Wolfbane"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

 

[Kiyron]

Commenor to Alderaan. This was the speediest campaign he'd ever been on. Blitzkrieg, almost, but the chance to retake Alderaan had been too good to miss up on. There would be real soldiers here. Vong. Probably One Sith regulars. He cracked his neck in the transport. This would be a battle. Not a police action to hold rioters.

His armor had been repaired and he reloaded his ammo. There was no chance for stun weapons here. It would be kill or die. Just as war was meant to be. Most of the Rogues had been left behind on Commenor, but he had brought a platoon or two. Others would come along behind. The planet was in chaos and disorganization.

The perfect time for a small strike force to hit hard and fast before the enemy had a chance to retaliate. That was the plan now, to be sure. He studied what little intel they had, assuming it was even still accurate after the collapse of well... everything. First priority was to neutralize enemy forces and then restore order to Alderaan and rebuild whatever was left of its government. Hopefully someone could get in contact with the Praxon-Organa senator and she could return and set things to right. Nobody was sure where the royal family was at this point.

 

[Dakil]

Who was it that held the galaxy up? Atlas.

Atlas was it that had whipped Atlas into submission? Kronos.

Yeah, mythology was great when you wanted to get somewhere and drive the point home. However, not surprisingly, reality wasn't exactly as TD-30 had wanted it. While his calculations had predicted the outcome of his desire to be quite possible, the time it took literally made his gears grind. One such way was gaining the support of the largest governments in the galaxy, securing free trade, and then sovereignty became his dream come true.

The Prometheus sailed through hyperspace like a perfectly strung and fired arrow, as if there were no air to push it towards earth nor friction to cease its forward movement. It was simply resolutely determined to assist these poor, poor organic in their endeavors. Kronos saw it as one of the more benevolent things he'd ever done. A God had to look after his creations, right?

The Republic cordoned space commanded the communications array of the Prometheus without hesitation as the vessel surged out of hyperspace. These bags of meat, blood, and flesh required Kronos to state his business. Had his sarcasm mode been engaged, Atlas Fabrication would've rang out across realspace. Luckily, his thinking cap was actually on and he preferred to not have these plebeians consider him a fool of a droid.

"I am here to assist," he replied. Simple and to the point. His reasoning here was even justified by its Vongforming.

I mean, what droid likes the Yuuzhan Vong?

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"], [member="Svarin Wolfbane"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"],

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

RAV-20M Intangible began its descent after receiving the coordinates to the cordoned landing zone. With all the confusion that had occurred, the many Republic loyalists who still were present had managed to take advantage and establish an FOB for the Republic to swoop down and start the reconstruction. There were concerns about the Chief of Senate arriving so soon, however, as everything was not entirely stable. There were still Sith troops around, even if they were finding the citizens of Alderaan to be a bit more open about their hostility.

Aldera's beautiful library had been claimed by the usurpers, and the fields surrounding it were the landing target for the inbound Republic representatives. Even from a few thousand meters in the air, however, one could make out pockmarked walls and craters, symbols of the cost of resistance. Gen was a bit familiar with these things, having been the leader of the Rebel Alliance for some time.

"Red Flag Division, we are coming in."

"This is Chief Geneviève Lasedri of the Galactic Republic," she announced over the comms as the blockade runner made its landing approach. She hoped the rebelling Red Flag Division would broadcast it across the city. "We have returned to bring the Republic to you once more."

[member="Svarin Wolfbane"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Graxin Rade"], [member="Kronos"], [member="Kiyron"]

 

[Sabena Shai]

Flying over Alderaan in a J-1, Sabena noticed the full extent of the Vongforming that the planet had undergone. Aldera City had turned into something akin to an alien horror flick - bulging organic structures lined the once shining buildings.

Sabena and the group she traveled with were to scout out Aldera City before the main Republic forces landed. For now, they remained either unnoticed or unhindered. The recent chaos likely caused just as much chaos on Alderaan as anywhere else.

Still, Sabena was prepared for a hard battle. Sith were likely to still remain on Alderaan, and it was likely to be well defended if it was a haven for Yuuzhan Vong. She wiated for any changes to her orders from [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] or other Republic officials before proceeding with her mission.

 

[Marcus Itera]

It was one thing when all of the galaxy's people were disappearing without a trace, and quite another when you actually had information on it. Miranda had traced these mass disappearances of billions upon billions of galactic denizens all the way back to some Corellian lore about voids in the Force and whatnot. While Pappy hadn't really paid any attention to the more technical, religious and metaphysical things that his AI companion drone on about, he did ask one specific question: Could he go there?

"Yes, we can. These files I found tell very little individually, but I'm seeing the bigger picture now." Miranda's form flashed across his HUD with some text, "It's called a Rift, though I'm not too entirely sure we can get down there and then come back; physically or mentally."

"I'm not worried about it. My brothers are down there." Pappy latched himself into the droppod without so much as another word. Gear was packed into it, ranging from explosives and ammunition to mere survival necessities like rations and the like. Even if he couldn't get down into the other realm, Alderaan was going to be one hell of a storm.

Book, Church, Riley, all of them had been sent to this Netherworld of the Force. It was either his job to find them and survive this thing until he himself was torn from reality, or die trying. They, and Miranda, were all he had.

"Are you entirely sure about this? I mean, I could lose you." Her synthetic voice would've quivered had Miranda not been trying to hide it.

"I'm sure," he grinned. "Miranda, we'll get through this. Have a little faith."

"I'm trying."

And with that, the pod jettisoned from one of the orbiting Republic cruisers. It paled and flared as the thing entered the atmosphere, heat rending across the hull of it as turbulence began to shake it to and fro.

It was going to be one hell of a trip.

[member="Book"]

 

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Graxin took the moment's respite to remove his helmet. He had allowed his beard to grow unchecked since the battle of Kashhyyk, and he looked more the crazed hermit than the scarred general. The Jedi Master offered a slight smile despite his own sour mood, and lofted a brow at the Chief.

"Remember to smile when we arrive." He snickered. "You're going to be on camera, Chief, and I assure you the One Sith are going to be watching."

He ran a hand through his short black hair, and brought his comm up to his lips. "This is the Archlord. Dreadguard teams blue and red are to deploy immediately."

[member="Pappy"] | [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Lasedri had not ignored [member="Graxin Rade"]'s prior request. Things were just on her mind--as they were on many others. Everything was like a three-dimensional puzzle. Some things had to come first, and others could only be brought about after the foundations had been placed.

"Graxin, it pains me to say this..." Did it really? Maybe not when applied to Rade, but yes, it did pain her. "But I can't follow personal requests. Frak knows I want to bring back Chandrila tomorrow, too." Her hands balled into fists, stress starting to show on her face. It was funny how she had gone years as some militant shrew, and now was when things were starting to get to her.

She was not much in a smiley mood today, but the 'Jedi' was right. She needed to give these people something to show them hope. Good things were around the corner, but there were growing pains to be experienced along the way.

And anything to rub her victories in the Sith's faces would be beautiful.

As Intangible settled down onto the ground beside the library, a small crowd of Red Flag Division personnel flocked around the black ship and awaited the opening of the boarding ramp to escort the one-and-only Chief of the Republic Senate. Dressed in what used to be her habitual black trenchcoat, Gen was not exactly what people might expect from a politician and their prim and pristine personas. No, today was like when she was setting foot for the first time on Ansion. Today, she was just Gen.

The Gen who smiled.

[member="Pappy"], [member="Sabena Shai"], [member="Kronos"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Svarin Wolfbane"], [member="Kiyron"]

 

[Marcus Itera]

The drop pod shook harder than anything Pappy had experienced - and he'd been vomited from the bowels of a ship more than just a handful of times. Shock troopers always tended to get the worst jobs and being shot at a high velocity at a planet always seemed to be at the top of the mission list. However, sometimes the pods malfunctioned and the only thing "shocking" about their job was the splat they make when earth met steel.

"Um, aren't we going a little faster and rougher than usual?"

Miranda giggled, a sign that told Pappy her mind was in the gutter. "I'm not sure, you seem to be liking it."

"Shut up. Be serious, please."

The AI's smile was still in place, but she accessed information about the turbulence and aerial distortion. "I actually don't know what's wrong. The skies seem to be in almost optimal conditions. Even the Vongforming effects aren't doing anything - this is strange."

Pappy frowned, placing a hand upon the rifle strapped to his chest plate. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that. Can we do anything?"

The hologram of the feminine fabrication shrugged, "We could extend the flaps, but I'm sure those wouldn't do any more than alter our direction before snapping off. We're going too fast."

The Dreadguard went wide-eyed. There was literally nothing that could be done. Either he lost a portion of his pod right now by attempting to do something, or wait until it smacked into the ground and turned him into a can of ravioli. Both options sounded terrible and Pappy was already in a bad mood as it is.

So, he leaned forward and pulled the lever.

The sides of the pod flexed outwards with the grinding of servos against the high atmospheric winds. Durasteel creaked under its pressure and the pod shook even more as lights flashed and sirens wailed. Abruptly, the twin flaps were torn from the falling chunk of steel without a moment's warning.

"What did you do?"

His frown deepened. "Nothing, I just pulled that damn lever to release the flaps. What's wrong?"

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"], [member="Book"]

 

[Sabena Shai]

As Sabena continued to fly over Aldera City, several One Sith starfighters locked onto Sabena and the group she flew with. They came screaming out of one of the Vongformed towers. They were the few One Sith forces that remained after almost everyone had been taken away from the Mass Disappearance.

Once the One Sith starfighters began firing at Sabena’s group, Sabena sent back a message to command - which [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] would have surely been able to hear while at the FOB.

“Skywatch to Republic Command,” began Sabena, “Reporting hostile contact with One Sith forces over Aldera.”

Immediately after that, Sabena and others in the squad performed evasive maneuvers. The Republic J-1’s totaled to just six while the One Sith fighters numbered about five. However, it was apparent that they were more heavily armed. The Sith fighters concentrated their fire on a single Republic starfighter - easily destroying it.

Sabena was at a loss of what to do. She did not have much experience in dog fighting - merely using the fast J-1 Interceptor to get to places without hassle. She needed help or some quick thinking.

 

[Kelghast]

"Wake up! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Oh you're awake! 'Bout time you mongoloid piece of poodoo. Why do you sleep in your armor? You're a freak."

"I'm gonna deactivate you. So shut up and tell me what's going on? Why are people missing?"

"Well... it would seem there's these things called Rifts. Basically if we go through with this, we're gonna die! Isn't that swell?!?! I'LL BE FREE!"

"...For the last time, shut up. I have no idea why I selected you."

"Cus' you're too stupid to do things on your own."

"Yeah, yeah. And without me, you wouldn't know what the sun looks like or even have anyone to talk to."

"You're a douche."

"Cool story."

Kelghast sat up from the table he had decided to take a nap on, why? Because he was tired and didn't care too much for anything until he caught wind of his brethren making a descent towards Alderaan. He had no idea what the hell these Rifts even were, but maybe he would find out first hand. All he needed to do now was strap himself up with his rifle, shotgun, and a few knives sheathed all over his armor. Really, how many knives does this one guy need? Perhaps his AI was right. Maybe he was a freak. But he didn't care. His AI was an annoying piece of #!@* anyhow.

Stepping into the drop-pod in his bulky suit of armor, he exhaled and put on his helmet. Vitals were a-okay, all systems go.

His HUD flashed online and so did his AI, which was being a moron right from the get-go.

Significant information scrolled along and his eyes followed, apparently one of his Dreadguard kin had already made his departure. Great. This is what he gets for slacking off. Now was the time to shape up and get serious.

The shifting of mechanical locks and disengagement shook Kelghast as he felt the pod slowly descend, his eyes following the door as it sealed. Then the rush of being shot out into space set in, the throttle and pressure of the boosters rocked him all around like a pebble in a tin-can, or rather, a boulder of armor inside a giant durasteel can. The descent had begun, and so far everything was going fine.

Tapping into his internal comm, he tried to talk to the brother that had parted without him.

"You could have woken me up, you know. It's not that hard just to give me a nudge or even a slap. But no, I had to have loud-mouth here talk my ears off."

Kelghast's AI was... for the most part a bit energetic and rude all at the same time. He didn't really consider it a friend, but it had its uses.

"You know I can hear you."

"Yeah? You can also hear me when I use the facilities."

"Gross."

The Dreadguard chuckled and awaited a response from his comrade as he approached the planet's surface.

[member="Book"] [member="Pappy"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[The End Narrator]

November groaned as the pads that held her into place jerked back and forth from the turbulence as it shook the drop-pod back and forth as it traversed through the atmosphere. She hated these things, she always felt they were neatly packed death-traps, waiting to happen just like escape pods. Her hands clenched tightly around the straps that gave her some stability, her eyes closing tight. It wasn't that she was afraid - it was more that she was annoyed with the entire trip downwards to the planet.

She hated going back to Alderaan - having suffered a great defeat there before. The Republic needed it back though, desperately. There were people still trapped on that bug-infested hell hole and whatever it had become now and a job had to be done. The drop-pod would bust through a Vong-form building, shaking November harshly on the inside as the vernier thrusters engaged and burned through various living tissue of the Vong formed city.

The drop-pod would come sliding to a hissing halt, somewhere buried in the depths of the buildings within Aldera City - now caked with Vong yuck. She didn't understand why they couldn't just equip flamethrowers and walk through the damned place - but again - civilians were everywhere apparently and even some required rescuing.

 

[Kiyron]

No drop pod for his two platoons. No, they operated the old fashioned way in dropships that actually landed to disembark passengers. He heard distant blaster fire and cocked his head to listen. Fighters by the sound of it. So this ride could end up pretty bumpy. He tightened his cinch straps.

The ship dropped suddenly and his stomach went to his throat until the pilot regained control and kept the descent in check as opposed to uncontrolled. The engines built up to a much louder roar and the pace quickened for agonizingly long minutes until the ship touched down not far from the forward command base. His troops rushed out to secure he landing zone. All was quiet here, for now. It would undoubtedly not last, however. He strode out after them and headed for the command base. He needed Intel reports and contacts with loyalist leaders. That's where he would find them.

 

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For but a moment, Graxin have the Chief a cold reception. Chandrila wasn't Naboo. Naboo was a fortress world, with resources and influence and...there was no difference. The Master breathed a heavy sigh to pull himself back down to earth.

"Understood. We'll need to maneuver around the fighting. Shouldn't be too difficult with the planet rising up against the Sith."

He parted his lips to give a bit of thought on [member="Sabena Shai"]'s situation when a voice buzzed in his ear.

"Half of blue team has disappeared into this anomaly then?" He asked quietly. "Send in a probe. We can't lose anymore Dreadguard, and we can't leave our people to whatever is withi--recall muted team then."

Graxin pushed off the back of the Chief's chair and marched off toward the back of the ship, away from eavesdroppers. His Dreadguard were disappearing into some sort of rift according to one of the warrant officers. That could not be allowed to continue.

"Stop the drops. We'll insert the rest through dropships - and send a team to recover those lost. We lost enough of our people on Kashhyyk."






[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Svarin Wolfbane"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Pappy"] | [member="Kelghast"] | @Kiyron

 

[Kelghast]

The pod Kelghast lay in shook and rumbled furiously, more-so than expected. Something was amiss, actually. Why the hell was there this much turbulence? He held on to the support bars on either side of his head and braced himself, taking deep breathes. The AI flashed across his HUD once more, seeming a bit worried. Something was definitely going wrong.

"What's happening? I've been through a hell of a lot of drops before, and none of them were this shaky. Report."

"Uh... I have no idea. You think I can see outside this hunk of durasteel? No."

"You're a lot of help, you know that? I don't like this."

"That makes two of us, tin-can man. Oh well, not much I can do from here but talk to your lovely self!"

"Ugh. Sometimes- WHAT THE FU-"

Chaos ensued. The increased pressure and turbulence shook the drop-pod around like a rag-doll without limbs, causing it to spin about wildly. The sudden panic hit Kelghast like a brick wall to the face as he frantically reached around to find the damned button to activate the emergency flaps to try to stabilize the free-falling craft. Sirens blared in his ears and small beads of nervous sweat caked his brow as his breathing escalated. All this shaking about was making him a bit nauseous to be honest.

Without any response from his brother Dreadguard, he started to assume that he was going through the same fate. The atmosphere was indeed causing a bit more trouble than expected. Either that or this pod wasn't fit for the needs of actually dropping down towards a planet's surface. Death was a thought, but not one that was utterly defeating.

"You might want to brace yourself!"

"Yeah thanks, Captain Obvious! What's the reading outside the pod!? How far until we make contact?"

"I'm not sure, really. I don't even think we're where we need to be anymore..."

The outside layer of the pod had been ruined for the most part. Any back-up systems had been ripped away by sheer force, and the flaps weren't responding. This spelled out only one thing in the Dreadguard's mind.

Doom.

"What!? Where the hell are we then? We were overlooking the damn planet before we dropped! What is this!?"

"Not Alderaan... that's for sure."

"Dammit..."

Another caught in the fray of the mass disappearances. All his communications seemed to go offline from the Republic vessel he had departed from.

[member="Book"] @Pappy @Geneviève Lasedri [member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

While people seemed to be disappearing into the rift, he was putting distance between himself and it and meeting more foes than friendlies in his path to, well, wherever he was going. He'd burned a nasty trail of broken Vong, and after so many minutes began to slow down. Began to come back to himself, began to feel, well, how about that. Or... or not. So much for the Force, it seemed. Having made his point amongst the hostiles, it would appear that they were finally leaving him alone. Unceremoniously, he flopped to the ground, tongue lolling out as he panted, coming to lay on his stomach after a few minutes of this laze. Orange eyes looked back in the direction of the rift, large and ominous, large spinal spikes fanning out. He gave a prodigious yawn, clamoured to his feet, and shifted from feline to humanoid effortlessly.

"I'd love to know what the feth that was," he glanced back at the trail he'd cut, and could almost believe he saw it steaming with the heat of crusty, vongified death. A pleased grin brightened his features at that, and he turned, making for one building in particular - a library, on account of the ship he had seen and heard park near it, tail swaying behind him, lightsaber dangling from his belt, "doesn't look like a duck, probably doesn't quack like a duck... maybe not Sith."

It wasn't like he could sense ahead to find out. That was the first thing he'd tried, only to find he couldn't seem to sense much past the tip of his own nose.

[member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Kiyron "]| [member="November Sinclair"] | [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Pappy"] | [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] | [member="Kronos"] | [member="Svarin Wolfbane"]​

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Their entrance at Aldera would not go so peacefully, apparently. It was perhaps to be expected, but it was a nuisance all the same. A report reached the ears of Chief Lasedri, announcing the presence of enemy fighters in the skies. The Republic had a handful of their own squadrons in the vicinity, but they could not cover every sector themselves. The Red Flag people began to quickly usher the Republic officiate into the library, knowing that they would likely see the enemy contrails in moments.

"Are air defenses established?" Geneviève asked, glaring into the sky. She was answered by a headshake. Her military mind took over. "Dispatch Intangible and call in the transports."

A pair of GR-75 transports with disassembled ion cannon and anti-air emplacements were making their entry of the atmosphere and beginning a descent--heralds of the Republic's adamant emphasis on a defense initiative in the midst of this reconstruction period. However, they would also be likely targets for the Sith starfighters in the area. Lasedri's corvette answered their beacons and lifted off to meet them on their way down, signaling to the Republic starfighters the location of this midair rendezvous. Hopefully the Sith fighters would swing by to say hello, and get pulverized by the Republic ships while being distracted with this new target.

The Chief of Senate was finally pushed inside the library, though she got a glimpse of the wild-eyed Jedi rushing their way. Some drew their guns, unsure if he was truly friend or foe.

[member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Kelghast"], [member="Graxin Rade"], [member="November Sinclair"], [member="Sabena Shai"], [member="Pappy"], [member="Kronos"], [member="Svarin Wolfbane"], [member="Kiyron"]