Dominion Horns of Freedom [GA Dominion of Iridonia and Uda IV]

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Wedding Ring

Valery's finger hovered dangerously close to the button that would send their Senate pod floating toward the center of the chamber. Her amber eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark as she glanced sideways at Kahlil, an expression of faux innocence creeping across her face. She knew better, of course — she always did. But being confined to the Jedi Temple for so long had left her restless, and now she found herself seeking entertainment in places she probably shouldn’t.

When Kahlil spoke, his soft plea hanging in the air, she let out an exaggerated sigh and withdrew her hand with theatrical reluctance. "You’re no fun," she muttered, crossing her arms over her baby bump and pouting in a way that was both playful and genuinely cranky.

Pregnancy had made her moods swing faster than a swoop bike in a podrace, and right now, she was feeling equal parts bored and mischievous. "You bring me all the way here and then tell me I can't even push one button?" she teased, though the slight edge in her voice betrayed the undercurrent of her restlessness.

Leaning back in her seat, Valery shot Kahlil a look, one eyebrow raised as if challenging him just a little, "So, I have to be quiet and listen, huh?"

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Marissa Shoda]

IRIDONIA | MALIDRIS
TAGS: The Vulptex | OPEN
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

After months of waiting for her next proper assignment, the word finally came through that SIA would be shipping out. To Iridonia, of all places. Marissa wasn’t too clued up on the planet, but a quick Holonet search brought her up to date on what was happening in the last few decades.

It was amusing that the planet had been ravaged by war and oppression while she could only be concerned with what her next patrol would be like. How small her world was back then…

She had sent a message to Jasper Kai'el before moving out and donned a set of armour for the mission. It was a lot heavier than what she was used to, and that included her riot gear, but for a mission like this she needed the extra protection. The rest of her kit was still very familiar at least, so she wouldn’t be too out of place.

Explosions echoed around her as she hid in a blown out apartment complex, waiting patiently for a squad of Sith troops to march past. There were more important matters for them, they didn’t need to know about her just yet. She kept her rifle handy, just in case they did somehow notice her. This was what she missed. The thrill of the mission, the suspense of what could happen next. Her job as an officer wasn’t always glamorous, but those raids and covert assault operations on gangs in Denon’s underground always had her adrenaline pumping.

:: Cricket reporting in. Coast is clear, I’m moving up. :: She muttered into her helmet’s comms before moving forward. The squad of troops were none the wiser as the armoured agent quietly sprinted past and ducked behind a broken wall.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Azurine Varek Aris Noble Connel Vanagor

As the shuttle, a dropship of her own company's design, rocked back and forth, Jonyna couldn't help but lament on her own homeworld. Help liberate someone else's world, but your own was still controlled by those who mind one day burn it for the thrill.

Jonyna couldn't help but feel the turmoil of her past life weighing on her in moments like this. She had promised the Nobles to let it go, but her old soul hung over her at times. In the old days, she would've rallied the GA to liberate Cathar, to push for an invasion of the planet, to free it from it's opressors.

Things were simpler when she was the underdog. Now, she needed to worry about if the Crusaders would simply scorch the planet before they could get there. Burn her home to ash, as they had centuries ago.

She didn't know how to reconcile the two. The Mandalorians who fought for the good of those around them, the Protectors and the Jenn Kryze s, and those who only wanted glory, the Crusaders, the Sig Dryggo s.

She had put so much effort into building up the GADF, trying to make the army something that could push back against the darkness she had been raised in, but...

It wasn't working.

And yet here was Azurine Varek . Freshfaced, hopeful, and vibrant like the great flame Jonyna herself had been named after. A padawan, taking charge and showing her muster. Giving orders to a jedi master, despite her own rank. Jonyna certainly wasn't going to correct her in a moment like this. The Cathar wondered if she had just grown cynical. Had the world worn her down?

Maybe.

"We touch down in three to group with the Horns of Freedom. Jonyna, can you send our coordinates to Knight Vanagor? Hopefully, he doesn't need a forceful extraction and can meet us with the intel, and we can go from there."

When Azzie gave her the order, all she could do was give the padawan a thumbs up, and got to work. The spunky firestarter had grown up, but she couldn't let that optimism die.

The great flame must continue burning. They had a job to do. A planet to liberate. Stoke that rebel flame Jonyna, now's the time you need it.

As she poked at her data pad on her wrist, messaging Connel Vanagor their landing coordinates, her eyes wandered over to her own padawan. Aris Noble had been slowly growing, and Jonyna pouted at the thought that he had been mostly doing it outside of her teachings. She'd been so busy, so caught up in her own work as the Sentinel of Harmony. A dream job she had wanted since she was a child, now distracted her from training the next generation.

And now they were in a warzone. She had never been an advocate for Trial by Fire, but today that was the test. She just prayed that Aris was ready. She'd make it up to him, she'd train more with him later.

For now they just needed to survive the day.

 

[The Vulptex]

Iridonia, Capital City of Malidris
Tag: Marissa Shoda
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix​

:: Cricket reporting in. Coast is clear, I’m moving up. ::

<Cricket, this is Wizard, your eye in the sky. We've got a Raven just above your coordinates. Eagle is currently across the street, and Vixen is set up in an alley two buildings down. Coordinate strike at your leisure.> The voice of a seemingly slightly older man came over the SIA agent's comms, as the sound of two small ion engines buzzed above.

<Eagle to Cricket. Got a Viper, coiled and ready to pounce.> The voice of a younger man came up next, slightly coy in his tone. <Gimme a signal.>

<Vixen to Cricket, I've got stun grenades and a nasty old trick ready for these sith troopers. Gimme the word, and I'm gonna jump these guys.> Came next, a female voice that seemed to be intentionally garbled.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Iridonia, Malidris
Objective: Capital Carnage, The Imperial Question
Tag: N/A

The ride wasn’t very pleasant. Tension was high and Ko understood that any wrong move could trigger hostility from the Imperials keeping an eye on him. Sensing their unease through The Force. Eventually they arrived at the location. Ko was forcefully pulled from the air speeder after it landed and marched into a building. The sound of explosions and blaster-fire echoing through the tarnished cityscape that surrounded them.

Once he was inside they brought Ko to a room and kept standing. Ripping the sack from his head rather harshly as it snagged a bit on his antiox mask, almost threatening to remove it from his face. A moment later a gentleman entered the room, adorned in an old imperial officers uniform. The kind that Ko used to see growing up on Dorin. Likely some decades old hand me down for imperial guerrilla commander. Also in the room, flanking Ko on either side was a fireteam. Wearing a dirty patchwork of stormtrooper armor.

“State your business here Jedi.” The commanding officer spoke. They tone stern, seeking a reason why they shouldn’t just imprison the Kel Dor jedi now and keep him as a hostage to use as a bargaining chip against the GA and NJO for later. A risk Ko was more than aware of before he even came here.

“I’ve come here seeking a cooperative agreement between the NJO and Imperial remnants here on Iridonia.” Admittedly they were very late to the party here. The war was reaching a conclusion. It was a matter of if they wanted to be on the losing side or not. Ko knew that these soldiers around him now were ideological crusaders. It was basically required now to still be following the Imperial Dream this late after the decline of the Imperial Order. But he also knew that they were intelligent sentient beings. Not droids who would fight until they no longer could. “I’m looking for lasting peace once this is over. I don’t want to leave this planet knowing that the threat of imperial insurgency will persist long after.”

“Insurgency, we’re what remains of the imperial government of this planet. The real insurgents are those spineless co-belligerent groveling for the aid of jedi. Desperately attempting to secure their own future.” The officer scoffed.

“You’re not wrong, but if we’re gonna argue who has the most legitimate claim to Iridonia then it would be the Sith Loyalists wouldn’t it? I grew up in Dorin, I know the history of the NIO. At the end of the day it was all an rebellion against the Sith Monarchy.” Ko retorted, pointing out how legitimacy wasn’t the highest priority right now. Also that as a Jedi removing sith influences was more of a concern that imperial ones.

The discussion continued for a while longer, the Jedi Knight and Commander going back and forth about concerns of what a victory in favor of the GA would look like. Since with the help of the NJO and GADF it was the most realistic solution. “Believe me I even sympathize a good deal. I understand your concerns over senatorial corruption. The best approach I foresee is to reorganize from a militant group to a political faction here on Iridonia. Beat the democratic powers here at their own game and forego the bloodshed. Agree to a cease fire and strengthen your regional support here on Iridonia.” Ko wanted the Imperial Remnant here to legitimize itself through political action and activism rather than through violent armed conflict. “It won’t be as straightforward as things are now, but nothing worth doing is ever easy. Be remembered here as a vanguard that helped vanquish the Sith from Iridonia just as the NIO did decades ago.” Ko said, attempting to tug at their sense of patriotism that they clearly still had to be in the fight this long after, along with appealing to their sense of survival. This didn't need to be a winner takes all situation. Compromise was possible in Ko's mind. ​

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[Dillon Kai'el]

Iridonia
Tags: Dezorath Barcu

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"Training session?" Dezorath barked, his voice distorted by the strain of combat. His tone was gruff, edged with irritation. "This hardly seems the time, Master Jedi?!"

"Nonsense, my boy," Dillon responded with a hearty laugh. "In the field is the perfect place to hone one's talent. I'm sure you'd much rather be using the Force as opposed to trying to convince yourself you are after all."

He watched the skirmish unfold, nodding as he took in the Gen'dai's form. It was good, but he was allowing himself to be overwhelmed. As he drew a blaster and began to fire on the remaining Sith to hold them back, Dillon stepped over and laid a hand on the weapon, a gentle expression on his face.

"You won't need that," he insisted. "Let them come to us. The first thing that you must do is hone your anticipation. Your body has instincts that you may not be aware of. Allow those instincts to take control... guide your movements... These instincts will keep us from harm."

Dillon stepped out before the larger Jedi, fully unarmed. His hands were tucked behind his back, his posture seeming relaxed and casual. Yet even so, there was an unmistakable air of confidence about him. The old man was no spring chicken. Far from it. He had seen wars in his time that dwarfed the carnage here, things that broke the common man down to little more than hopeless husks. And, of course, Dillon Kai'el knew that the Force was a powerful ally. He would not command it, rather he would allow it to move his body.

Like flowing with the current of the ocean.

"Do not move to attack," the Jedi instructed. "We must become comfortable with our natural defenses before we can counter-attack. I shall participate alongside you."

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Malidris - Iridonia | OBJECTIVE : I | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Aris Noble | TAG (FOE) : @

Objective One:
(NJO/SIA OBJ)

Capital Carnage​

One by one…

Nest by nest…

Connel took out 4 nests of Snipers, he could not get them all, but he could make it out to regroup with his friends and allies. It was important to make sure that all of the information was given objectively and complete. However this planet, this day, was taking control of his negative emotions, all for the “right” reasons, but still, he was ticked off. His motivations were for the people of Iridonia. If they wanted Imperial rule, that was one thing, if they wanted Sith rule… that was… what it was but neither is the case.

This city, this planet was full of tantrum throwing children and time to bring in the adults.

He waited until the landing group was settled and came out of the shuttle before jumping off the building nearby. Storming up and past those who were fighting for the freedom of the planet, not out of arrogance or disdain, but because he wanted to get back into the fight. If they wanted to follow and be a part of the conversation? Sure! Come on! If not, that was their prerogative. He wasn't going to force them, but he was sure they would join the fight for freedom soon. He was determined to make a difference and he had no intention of stopping now.

First he saw Aris Noble, then Azurine Varek, and then Jo… Master Si… yanked off his mask and threw it against the shuttle hull.

THIS PLACE IS A KARKIN’ CLUSTER”YOU KNOW WHAT!” Letting the words hang for a moment and collecting himself, he was calm a little as he pulled up a holomap of the city on his gauntlet and pointed to the west.. Over on this side is a horde of Sith spread out and looking for a slaughter. They’re obviously trying to fill the seat of the fallen “king” or whatever the snark they considered him….

Pointing to the south of the map, he went on. Our friends here, the ones we are trying to help… they’re about to get overrun. They’re just outgunned… Then he let out a belly laugh that was missing any humor, and humanity whatsoever as he pointed to the East and then along the main road that led to their location. ... but wait! There’s more! Kriffin’ morons who think they are Imperial are trying to throw a wrench into all of this! They’re just trying to watch this city… probably this planet burn! They set up Sniper nests all along this road on top of the high buildings. I managed to take out five of them, but there are more.

He then looked around with a resolve anyone who had ever met his father would recognize immediately. It didn’t matter if they were Jedi, or “Horn” ; his motivation was now clear. This is a proverbial “hill” I’m ready to die on. I watched two… TWO families chased and harassed just for fun… those kids have to live with that. I cannot let this stand, even if it is just me out there. Then his eyes met the Jedi. One by one. Noble… everything I have seen about you tells me you’re ready for a fight. I’ll be honored to stand with you. Jo… Master Si… unless you want me to do otherwise… Tell me where you want to go and I will do my best to get you a clear path. “Azurine Varek” (referencing back to when she identified herself in the spar between her and Aris). I meant what I said… “I have to be able to look at myself in the mirror” and if I leave before this is seen through… I won’t be able to… I won’t let that happen. We are getting your planet back. There was darkness in his anger, but his aura was shining, he was taking more and more to this “Shadow” life… but he was a Jedi first and foremost.

… and he was a “Vanagor”... making him this angry was a mistake.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

OBJECTIVE I

Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

The Jedi fully covered head to toe in gear had a vaguely familiar presence. It wasn't until Connel removed his mask that Aadihr fully recognized him from his days as a Padawan. Aadihr had never been particularly close with Connel, nor his father, but the hardened knight in the shuttle was a far cry from the awkward child Aadihr remembered. He wore a furious, spiking aura that was kept in check by extremes of emotion. It was odd to see a reminder of the past and the sheer divergence of their paths to find balance; Connel’s path forged in conflict and dedication and Aadihr through isolation and introspection.

Vanagor’s reports of the condition on the ground matched the hues Aadihr’s Farsight had shown him. It sickened him. At least Connel’s aura teemed with the sting of injustice. Some of the others present seemed almost eager to kill, whether for the people, disdain for the enemy, or for the thrill of combat. It was not Aadihr's place to judge such things. Each had a unique path that they were travelling, and the Padawans were still in the early stages of their journeys. His own wanderings likely rub some of them the wrong way. There was no pure truth, just the eternal contradictions that exist with Ashla and Bogan.

As much as Aadihr detested those who were too quick to activate a lightsaber, he couldn't deny they would be an asset against the warrior-fanatics below. Additionally, the connections between the Jedi on the shuttle were reliable. If there was a more capable group, Aadhir has never been this close to witness it.

Connel Vanagor | Zaiya Ceti | Iris Arani | all aboard the shuttle​

 

[Azurine Varek]

We Will Not Be Silent

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

A soft, yet still ever-so-determined smile flashed across Azurine's face from Aris's words. Jonyna didn't have to speak them; she could see the same coming from the master's aura. They weren't just here with her for the people. They had her back in this as well, and she knew her master, Valery Noble , did as well, even if not physically present. She smiled to them, greatful for everything they were doing here. This was her homeworld, and by the light of the Force, she would take it back.

As she landed the shuttle, she turned her attention to the other groups that were present, including that of the healers—Aadihr, Zaiya, and Iris. Each of them was also close to her now in one way or another, and she'd trust every one of them with her life the same as she would with Aris and Jonyna. She noticed the pain that seemed to move through Aadihr's aura like rippling waves, and she found herself reaching out a hand to his shoulder and giving it a quick squeeze. She hoped to provide some level of reassurance, before heading out to meet with Connel and the remaining men. If this could be settled any other way, she would have chosen that in a heartbeat.

She listened intently to everything being said, her mind already formulating better details for their plan moving forward.

"Thanks, Knight Vanagor. You've been an incredible help with everything you've done here. If I may—" She paused for a moment, turning back to Jonyna, her expression requesting permission to take the lead. She only continued once she was given that go ahead.

She turned her attention to the map and pointed to the residential areas that were dangerously close to the bloodshed. "A major priority is civilian evacuation here and here. We need two teams in these neighborhoods, one to secure the exit routes and the other to gather the people to get them out. I want to make sure we protect as many innocent families as we possibly can. Iris, Aadihr, and Zaiya, this is also very likely where you'll be needed most and be able to do the most good."

She quickly turned her attention to a building at the center of the map. She pointed to it and circled around it with her finger. "This is the Malidris Capital Building. If we can successfully take this, then the surrounding Sith and Imperial strongholds won't be far behind. There are already other teams headed towards those others as we speak. We're going to need at least three teams here." She pointed quickly to the surrounding area. "Team one will secure the area to the best of their ability on the ground. Team two will take the rooftops and focus their attention on snipers and gunmen. Secondarily, they will be keeping as many of the surrounding forces outside as they can."

She then pointed directly to the building. "Team three will accompany me, Aris, and Jonyna into the building itself, where we'll have to disable the controls of larger-scale weaponry and deal with the leadership in charge there before it can be utilized."

After giving her explanation, Azzie turned her attention to all of the Jedi, SIA, GADF soldiers, and Iridonian Rebels, her eyes holding a fire that flew through them and radiated its fierce determination outward through her aura. "I know this is going to go against many things you've been taught, but we can't treat this with the same kind of temperedness we normally would. What we're facing are Iridonian warriors loyal to the Sith. You can't hesitate; you can't expect to be shown mercy, and you need to be prepared to use deadly force as quickly as you possibly can because they won't stop until they physically can't continue. Sometimes, even then, they'll keep going. Any fights will be incredibly brutal. It's not going to be easy, but as long as we move as one, we will succeed."

Azzie looked directly at the Iridonian freedom fighters, specifically, holding her lightsaber hilt straight up into the air and speaking in Zabraki an ancient proverb from long before her time. She hoped it was still as widely known now. "Keep remembrance of the fallen, take up arms for the living. Fear not what may lie in the wake of tragedy, for strength of hearts is born from the fire forged in resilience!"

Their resounding shouts and raising of their weapons in solidarity told her that it was.

Then, she waited for any questions, comments, or concerns because after that, the forces gathered around would need to split into teams, and the strike would begin.

Aris Noble | Jonyna Si | Connel Vanagor | Aadihr Lidos | Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti | Anyone else who has come late but wants to be part of this as the shuttle transport was open ended!​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Diogo Talon | Caelan Valoren

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Roman's eyes flicked down to Caelan, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. The younger Padawan, despite the lightsaber clearly visible at his hip, seemed intent on relying on his fists. Roman had seen Caelan fight before, a seemingly capable warrior, but this... this felt different. Was this some newly developed technique? Or perhaps a misguided attempt at restraint? Roman, ever the pragmatist, didn't have time to ponder the nuances of his companion's approach. There were Sith to deal with, hostages potentially in danger, and a mission to complete.

His gaze then shifted to Diogo, who, thankfully, seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation. Diogo's hand instinctively went to his lightsaber, a comforting sight to Roman. He appreciated the practical approach. "Yeah uh," Roman started, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice as he waited for Caelan to finally grasp his own weapon. But Caelan seemed doubled down on his choice.

Roman cleared his throat, deciding to steer clear of Caelan's unconventional strategy for the moment. "We should have no issue getting near the top," he said, focusing on the tactical aspects of the operation. "But from there we go floor by floor, deal with the loyalists. There likely will be hostages, let the militia lead on that front."

The Padawans had been briefed on the militia's methods and the importance of their cooperation. Roman knew that, in a complex situation like this, the Horns of Freedom's training could be their greatest asset, particularly when dealing with any hostages.

Turning to Kel, Roman tapped the militia commander on the shoulder, signaling their readiness. The Iridonians moved with practiced efficiency, their movements a blur as they exited the forward command center and began the infiltration. Within minutes they were inside the tower, the heavy service staircase groaning under their weight as they ascended towards the upper floors.

At last, they reached one of the upper levels. The door slid open with a hiss, revealing a dimly lit hallway, the air thick with an unnerving stillness. The flickering lights cast long shadows, adding to the overall sense of foreboding. The militia moved first, their experience guiding them through the labyrinthine corridors. The Padawans behind, kept a watchful eye on the environment.

The hallways, despite the tower's extravagant reputation, seemed ransacked, abandoned. A silence so profound it felt almost unnatural pressed in on them. Then, the sound of a muffled thunk shattered the tranquility. A militia guard ahead of them tripped a wire, a small explosion tearing through the air and filling the hallway with dust and debris.

The group instinctively dropped to the ground. The brief silence that followed was filled with the frantic thumping of hearts. Then, the Sith Loyalists emerged. Blaster fire erupted, the energy bolts slicing through the air, illuminating the hallway with a malevolent red light. The fight had begun.

 

[Phy]

Iridonia
Tags: The Vulptex , Marissa Shoda

Droid Body​

:: Cricket reporting in. Coast is clear, I’m moving up. ::

:: Cricket is an interesting call-sign. It sounds like it has history. ::

Phyla was nearby. Not close, but near enough to listen in on agents in the field. Her foster parent being on duty was really a coincidence more than anything, but it was an added bonus she reasoned. That was one more reliable individual to assist her in the plan she was quietly preparing.

:: If I may, Wizard, I have interest in your Raven, :: the shard continued. :: I'm tapping into Sith radio chatter as we speak. They have a communications tower not to far from here that has recently received damage from the locals. They're using scrapwire and electrical tape to hold the facility together. Should I be allowed ample opportunity to examine the Ion Engines, I can repurpose them to perform something akin to Ion torpedo. A localized explosion of charged Ions should neutralize their network of communication. ::

The young woman peered her head over the window of the apartment building she sat within, examining the streets below before diping back down again.

:: Oh, I suppose I do not have a code name. I wish to be refered to as 'Athena' if the name has no designation in deployment, please. ::

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble Azurine Varek Zaiya Ceti Connel Vanagor Aadihr Lidos Jonyna Si

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Gear

Sabers:
Training lightsaber [Normal] |
Gauntlet Shield [Katar + Shield] |
Corsage [Dueling Foil +Gun] |
Calypso [Hand an a half + Board Saber] |
Sentry [Parrying Dagger] |
Requiem [Light Foil] |
Echo [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Resurgence [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Whirlwind [Chin Kama] |
Twilight [Polearm] |
Nightshade [Throwing Knives]
Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator [ War Maul]
Troublemaker's Trickblade [Dual Spinning Saber / Chakram]
Voice of the Wind Krysteel Sword

Crystals:
Amplification |
Serenity |
Phantom Ghostfire |
Frostheart |
Entropite |
Tiger's Fang |
Mindshatter |
Echos |
Mestare |
Melee: Knife

Ranged:
Fang |
G.O.O. Gun |
Phantom |
Chiru Tranquilizer Rifle|
FFS- Quiver Trigger - Grip / Stock |
FFS- I. S.P.Y. : Scope |
FFS- H.A.R.M. - Shroud

Thowing :
BA-K177 Kamino Saberdarts X15
E.G.G.S. x10 |
Thermal detonator (Class-A thermal detonator) x5 |
G-20 Glop grenade "Impact" x5 |
C-22 fragmentation grenade x5 |
WW-41 CryoBan grenade) X5
Telescopic stun grenade staff
Serenity Flashbang Incense


Equipped Gear:
Neck: Lightveil Circlet | Charms x3 | Amulate |
Chest: Light Armor [Integrated in to armor | Boots | Gauntlets | Mask/Helm | ]
Belt: FFS- Utility Belt
Left Hand: Compass Ring | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band

Other Items:
Survival Kit |
FSP - Besh ( Advanced Force Suppression Drug )
Sil-Alert Stim
Trauma Care Package
Trauma Kit
Trauma Spray
Aspha Serum
TS-N Healing Serum (For those allergic to Bacta)
Reanimation Serum Aurek
PharmaTech BioStamp
PharmaTech DNA Identi-Kit
Bota M9-A2: Berries
FFS-RIP-Cell: Power Cell |
Vixen's Vault |
In the Zone Compact, Mister, and Lipstick|
Essence of Zeltros DUST Compact|
Lekkuphoira|
S.I.N. Devaronian Blood-Poison Nail Polish|
5 Lbs bag of Thermite |

Ships:
Ashwing - Starfighters
Phantomray Stealth Assault Interceptor Fitted with Werlaara Stealth Suite

Warmount:
Dragon Knight

Guardian:
AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
[Character Bio]

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Braze let out a heavy sigh before breathing deeply, trying to steady his nerves as he contemplated what he was about to do. He sat on the back bench of the Ash Wing, the steady hum of its engines a faint backdrop. Aether piloted the craft with practiced ease, guiding them to the drop-off location where they would regroup with the others.

The last time Braze had attempted something like this, he had barely made it back alive. The memory clung to him, a festering wound that refused to heal. He was shaken by the horrific experience—so much so that he had buried it deep, suppressing the feelings and forcing himself not to think about the trauma. But now, as the mission loomed closer, the memories began to claw their way to the surface. He couldn’t ignore how his lifeless body had been puppeteered, twisted into a macabre display of cruelty.

Preparing for the ejection felt surreal. He wasn’t sure what had gone wrong back then, nor could he make sense of the agony he had endured. But now, the vivid recollections overwhelmed him, filling his chest with a nervous, anxious energy that settled like a rock in the pit of his gut. His breaths became shallow as the sick feeling rose, and fresh tears brimmed in his eyes. The more he tried to push the thoughts away, the more vivid they became.

“Braze!” Aether’s sharp voice cut through the storm of his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. His name was called again, louder this time, and Braze blinked as he returned to himself.

He exhaled shakily, running a hand across his faceplate. “I’m here,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Securing his helmet, he activated the seal, letting it pressurize with a faint hiss. He fought to let the anxiety melt away, though his attempts to clear his mind felt feeble.

“You’ve got this, Braze,” Aether said, his voice calm but firm. “Stay focused... clear mind... are you ready?"

Braze nodded once, swallowing hard as the words settled into him. They didn’t erase his fear, but they steadied him.

“Yes,” he said finally, his voice steadying as he patched into the team’s channel. “I’m ready.”

The Ash Wing twisted into a barrel roll, leveling out upside-down. The hatch slid open with a metallic hiss, and gusts of harsh wind tore through the cabin. Bracing himself, Braze rose from the bench and gripped the edge of the hatch. For a moment, he hesitated, staring out into the void. The roar of the wind filled his ears, and his heartbeat thundered in his chest.

Then, with a push, he hurled himself into the open air.

The world rushed past in a chaotic blur, the wind screaming against his armor as he freefell. Braze spread his limbs, feeling the resistance guide him as he adjusted his trajectory. The Force surged through him, sharpening his senses as he aimed for a sniper below. The glint of the enemy’s scope caught his eye just as the figure looked up—too late.

Braze adjusted mid-fall, tucking into a spin before straightening to dive heels first. As he neared the ground, he released a controlled Force push, breaking his fall and creating a shockwave that knocked the sniper off balance. Landing in a low crouch, Braze rose swiftly, disarming and disabling his opponent in one smooth motion.

Without a word, he continued toward the others, his silence a veil over his focus. When he reached the group, he offered only a nod of affirmation, his composure calm but distant.

As they moved, the aura of Braze’s battle meditation began to spread, a quiet but potent influence that settled over the team like a protective shield. Their movements became sharper, their minds clearer. Braze remained in a flow state, his mastery of Soresu allowing him to deflect incoming fire with remarkable precision. He moved like a force of nature, his sphere of influence impeccable, anticipating every threat and shielding those around him with an almost preternatural grace.

Despite the haunting memories, Braze found himself in the moment, immersed in the rhythm of survival.

​

 

[Aris Noble]

A solid plan.

Aris gave Azurine a single nod as he looked over the map, then to the capital building in the distance. Blasterfire was everywhere, violence between the warring factions through and through. He could hear it all over. The laughter and thrill, the grim determination. There were all kinds of people fighting in this city, and not all of it was good. He spared a glanced to Zaiya Ceti , giving her a simple nod. They weren't going to be fighting together this time either, but unlike Tython, they were going to be on the same battle field this time.

"Amusement park after, right?"

He flashed a grin, brimming with confidence. With everything they were going to face, he didn't want the last face she saw from him before they split to be one of grimness or determination. He looked back to Azurine, letting his expression fall back to the focused one. He was studying the map, the troop movements, all of it to be prepared to go. The moment they were given the go ahead, he'd be off.

Azurine Varek | Zaiya Ceti | Aadihr Lidos | Jonyna Si | Connel Vanagor | Braze

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Roman Vossari | Diogo Talon

Misguided? Perhaps. But at least he had every intention of being in the fight. Actually, to be honest, he intended to engage in the fight very heavily, just not in the manner that the other two would. He would so readily reach for a blade that was just as likely to kill as anything else. They killed two easy. His fellow padawans readiness to do so disturbed him. Yes, this was war. But they were Jedi. They were not soldiers. They were not killers. They were not SITH. They should not go first to kill.

They moved cautiously. Ahead of them could be almost anything, but he knew there was danger ahead. His ability to sense others around him was significantly lessened compared to those of many of the other Jedi around him. He didn't know why, and he didn't understand why, no matter how much he and his master tried to work on it, the skill did not grow. It could be a mental block. It could just be his senses were not comparable to the others.

A sound ahead of them lightly shook the building. An explosion. The others dropped to the ground as the dust and debris kicked up in the hallway, but he felt drawn to move forward, and so crept past them, past the local who was leading their group, past the other two Padawans, towards where he knew, not sensed, but knew the danger was. And he was promptly rewarded with red laser fire lancing through the dust and debris around him, shattering the brief tranquility of the moment.

Instantly a barrier appeared around his form that reflected anything that got close to him. It was difficult to see anything in the dust cloud, but he could feel some of them the closer he got to them. He had to do this. He had to move ahead of the other two because they were going to kill them and he wanted to keep as many alive as he could. People could change. They could. Couldn't they?

And he moved like Azurine Varek had taught him, his stance sure footed, but barely used as he didn't take a single second to stand still. The first soldier he neared took a fist to the left kidney, dropping him. Behind him another soldier was firing away until Caelan's foot collided with his weapon and then with the underside of his chin in two precise kicks. He'd been practicing. Not only the Iridonian martial art, but Broken Gate as well. Caelan was slowly turning into a warrior, where before, on Tython, he'd been nothing but a scared child.

Now he didn't know fear, he just knew what was right, and intended to do what he could to keep the others from killing.

 

[Vazz]

"I never did like these sorts of rituals."

The throne room was empty. Bodies, broken and killed in various ways, all lined up in their seats. It was a banquet through and through, each 'guest' lined up perfectly in their seat. Or as well as they could be, considering the nature of some of their wounds. Post partum or not. These Iridonians really were brutal when they wanted to be. Vazz barked out a laugh as he stood at the far end of the table, opposite to the empty throne.

Each body here was someone of the pact. Those to be loyal to the former King, to ensure the reign of his son. And yet, the heir had gone missing. And now this powerplay, this move to try and reclaim the empty throne for their own. Traitors brought low by greed. And now the Alliance was here, if the reports were correct. Everything they'd been building, every careful plot to keep to the shadows.

All thrown away by greed.

The Defel's twin sickles lifted from the floor in a shower of sparks. Runes of the Sith variety, carefully carved into the very stone. He glanced to the shadows within the room. Iridonians for the most part. They were always the most loyal of the remnants, but they weren't the only species.

"You know what comes next. Don't let the Jedi get in here until it's finished."

Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Braze

 

[Marissa Shoda]

IRIDONIA | MALIDRIS
TAGS: The Vulptex | Phy
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

Her comrades were quick to answer over the comms, three of them reporting their readiness to ambush the passing troopers. Marissa blinked at the apparent desire for action and had to stifle a snort as she spared a glance over her cover. :: Stand down, eager beavers. They're the Defense Force’s problem, not ours. We’ve got bigger fish to fry. :: She quickly responded as she tapped into the video feed of the drone flying overhead.

The target building wasn’t too far away, a facility housing munitions and perhaps even a priority officer or two. Not to mention the secondary objectives along the way for them to complete, as a very familiar voice kindly pointed out.

Marissa froze for a second upon hearing the voice.

:: Phy… Athena... Copy. See what you can do about the comms tower. Wizard, I have another Raven on me for you to control. :: She focused hard on dampening her spike of excitement and surprise upon hearing Phyla’s voice. Ever since she took to the stars, visits became increasingly rare.

She sighed and rose to press on. For the moment, at least, their path was decently clear from civilian or OPFOR intervention. :: Come on, ladies, let’s move. Facility’s not that far now. :: She checked her rifle and made sure it was still in its suppressed mode. She was on the move again through the debris and blown out buildings, her head on a swivel along with the shoulder-mounted blaster.

The armour itself wasn’t exactly her thing, but that shoulder mount wasn’t going back to the depot.

 

[Diogo Talon]

OBJECTIVE 1
LOCATION: RESIDENTIAL TOWER
TAGS: Roman Vossari Caelan Valoren

Where there was once an uncanny stillness, chaos now reigned. An explosion was just the precursor. Dust, debris, and ash filled the hallway. The faint smells of rust, burnt plastic, and charred flesh clung to the air. Within seconds, a firefight erupted.

Diogo watched as a slugthrower projectile hit its mark—blood spattered on Diogo's face as an Iridonian soldier collapsed to the ground. The Anzati padawan's proboscies involuntarily extended and he fell to his knees, desperately trying to retract them with his hands. A turmoil churned inside him as he tried to control himself. No, no, no... He looked up and saw Caelan step forward, exuding confidence, a protective barrier surrounding him and shielding those behind. Not only impressive, but an inspiration.

Diogo resisted temptation and collected himself. He had no choice. This couldn't—wouldn't—be how he fell victim to his Anzati hunger.

Right, the other two can handle this part. Diogo disappeared into a room off the hallway. He moved through the abandoned apartment to the balcony. Below, the city looked like hell, with firefights and explosions lighting up the streets. The screams he heard signaled a loss in the Force he subsequently felt, a sensation that pressed heavily on him. He wiped the blood from his face and looked up, spotting another balcony a few stories above.

"Going for a flank," he spoke into his comlink.

Retrieving the grappling hook from his utility belt, Diogo shot it at the balcony railing above and repelled up the building. He swiftly hopped over and slowly crept into the room.

"Okay, I'm insid-"

A meaty fist connected with Diogo's unsuspecting face. Diogo came crashing down, his lightsaber hilt fell from his grasp and rolled on the floor outside reach. A grisly Devaronian male grabbed Diogo by his tunic, picked him up, and slammed him onto what appeared to be an office desk. Diogo groaned in pain. With help from a few underlings, Diogo found himself tied to an office chair, subdued in place. The towering, red-skinned Devaronian male, Varok presumably, stood behind Diogo and held his unignited lightsaber at his throat.

"Nice try, boy," the man said with a gravely voice. "Let's see if your friends can save you."

 

[Aiden Rennek]

​

Aiden adjusted the strap of his rifle as he jogged toward the forward position where Phoenix Platoon was operating. His squad moved in tight formation behind him, the dull hum of their armor servos blending with the distant rumble of simulated artillery. Training or not, the tension in the air was palpable — especially with the introduction of new gear.

Soon, he spotted Ashley Nevermore standing near her second-in-command, arms crossed and radiating her usual air of command. Her unit's distinct Lionheart armor caught his eye. It was sleek, advanced, and no doubt packed with features. Aiden, however, couldn't help but sympathize with her soldiers. Breaking in new gear was always a pain.

He signaled for his men to halt and strode up to Ashley with his characteristic easygoing grin. "Lieutenant," he said with a respectful tone. His squad moved behind him, and Aiden quickly got to business, "How do we want to do this?"

Ashley Nevermore ​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Interacting with: Iris Arani Aadihr Lidos

Zaiya had been quiet throughout the shuttle ride, not because she was trying to ignore anyone, but mainly because she was trying her best to practice her mental shields. There was a bit of nervous energy about her, especially in the light of going into a situation that would not only require her complete attention, but challenge her ability to try and ensure that she wasn't overwhelmed by the chaotic sea of emotions from others.

She didn't want to let Iris down, certainly not let anyone else around her be subject to additional pain or suffering because she couldn't keep up. Domxite gave her a slight nudge from behind her ear, bringing her back to the present with a small smile.

"I know, Domxite. You and Master Iris are here with me, " she murmured, reaching up to give the small droid a gentle caress along their head. They were strapped into a pack on Zaiya's back, to allow them to be able to find a safe place to be in especially considering where they were headed to.

Zaiya gave a nod at Iris Arani 's direction and guidance, although the murmur from the new healer beside them prompted a measure of concern from the Padawan, sending a ripple of dove greys and the brief flash of yellows over her skin.

It wasn't going to be easy. Zaiya knew that. But she was determined to do her best.

Attention swiveled over towards the rest of the group. Azurine, Braze, Knight Vanagor, Master Si, and Aris were all there. While the Iridionian gave her speech, Zaiya took her time to study everyone, and take it all in. Their auras, their emotions, and how the colors through the Force would shift and move between them.

It was beautiful as it was heart stirring.

Iridescent opal blue eyes met green, and a faint rush of comforting warmth filled Zaiya. She was worried about Aris going out to the trenches, but she knew exactly what he was capable of -- what he would one day be even more capable of. She trusted that he would keep others safe as well as himself.

The flashing grin he shined at her, along with the promise of going to the amusement park afterward, drew a tug of a grin of Zaiya's own.

"I'm holding you to that!" She told Aris Noble , grateful that he was able to give her that bit of a thrill to look forward to.

Turning towards Iris, her shoulders squared, and she gave a purposeful nod. Mental shields balanced and in place, Zaiya knew that she had to push forward and trust the Force and herself with what was to come.

"Okay, I'm ready."

 

[The Vulptex]

Iridonia, Capital City of Malidris​

Tag: Marissa Shoda Phy
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix​

:: Stand down, eager beavers. They're the Defense Force’s problem, not ours. We’ve got bigger fish to fry. ::

<Eagle Copies. I'll be standing by for target pick off. Got a good position here. Will move when necessary.> Eagle seemed almost disappointed they weren't engaging the sith troopers, but they knew the mission.

<Best not get distracted Eagle. Vixen copies, we're ready to move on your command Cricket.> Vixen seemed more understanding, ready to move on a moment's notice.

:: If I may, Wizard, I have interest in your Raven, :: the shard continued. :: I'm tapping into Sith radio chatter as we speak. They have a communications tower not to far from here that has recently received damage from the locals. They're using scrapwire and electrical tape to hold the facility together. Should I be allowed ample opportunity to examine the Ion Engines, I can repurpose them to perform something akin to Ion torpedo. A localized explosion of charged Ions should neutralize their network of communication. ::

<Wh-what?! I mean...yeah, that'd work but->

:: Phy… Athena... Copy. See what you can do about the comms tower. Wizard, I have another Raven on me for you to control. ::

<...copy Cricket. Get yours in the air, and I'll trade off control to Athena.> Wizard let out an exasperated sigh through the comm, though a moment later she seemed to mute herself halfway through a curse.

This mission was going to be interesting, it would seem.