Into the Wild [ Alliance Dominion of Dahomey & Kinyen ]

[Asher]

Objective 3
[member="Alexandra Russo"] // [member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Devyn Lynton"] // [member="Choli Vyn"]

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The R2-unit kept on talking. Indignant beeps echoed in the tiny cockpit as the droid made his feelings on the matter known. What did central command mean that he was too cocky for his own good? He’d give them a good what-for if they dared say such things to his damn face! Owen rolled his eyes behind the visor of his helmet while he still could. The fighters roared for the skies as Janes asked for gossip.

“I heard there’s been unusually warm weather on Naboo lately.” You could almost feel the way that Fourteen shrugged over the comms. “Not sure what kind of gossip you want there, Nine.”

The flight computer updated with a few colorful beeps. So he was going to explore asteroid belts then. The man shrugged once more at his assignment. In the end he was really just happy to be able to get out more and see the galaxy from a cockpit. It was the life he had chosen and the life that he enjoyed, he would never ask for more than that.

“Asteroids, huh? Well, strap yourself in for five hours of a geologist’s ultimate daydream.” Owen quipped for the others to hear. “Ever wondered how many other pilots just like us have seen these very same asteroids through the millenia?”

“We’re hardly the first and hardly the last, right? Do you think maybe… I don’t know, Wedge Antilles saw these? Han Solo?” Oh yes, there was admiration in his voice. It was hard for Owen not to speak with warmth when it came to his favorite myths and legends of old. “That’d be awesome.”

“I mean, not that these asteroids are awesome. The other two were, the people.”

 

[Choli Vyn]

Kinyen
Objective 3: Rogue Squadron

[ … I’ve got a flight path now. Looks like w’re heading towards the inner asteroid belt. Over.]

Seven’s voice went chirping through Choli’s headset. A pan glance through her viewport of her T-70, and see caught sight of what he was referencing. Inner asteroid belt. The corner of her mouth gave a twitch.

This ought to be good.

[ Are you sure you aren’t taking us in there Nine, just to show off again? ] Choli’s voice went chirping with notable amusement in her voice. They all knew that the flyboy enjoyed taking a few risks now and then. Also went off to show off when he could. Granted, considering this was Rogue Squadron, they all had a little bit of that itch now and then.

[ Oh yeah, Two right there was doing fantastic sucking face with mystery woman number one right? ]

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five [member="Choli Vyn"] - Rogue Seven @Asmus Janes - Rogue Nine [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen [member="Devyn Lynton"] - Rogue Seventeen

"That's a negative Six, flight path has been received from command, over," Asmus replied over the comm in his formal tone before shifting again. "Look, if none of you have any new I don't already know then I don't feel inclined to let you know I heard about Stein down in engineering!"

It was a good story too, but he wasn't about to give it away for free. The asteroid belt had become visible now, but before anyone could reply...

"Bogies at zero alt plus ten!" he called. Dead ahead, zero degrees, but ten degrees above his current nose angle. "Two, four, eight. Eleven, break right ninety degrees, over."

As soon as he started to turn the red tracks on his display changed angle. "Command: Bogies are changing vector to intercept, suspect hostile. Can anyone get a reading on their class?"

"This is command you are cleared return fire if engaged. Red Squadron is scrambling. Over."

What they were being tracked by was a group of mandalorian mercenaries. Within the asteroid field several rocks had been hollowed out and were being used to house automated missile launchers ready for an attack on the Alliance fleet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyyAEfFmeG0

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Dahomey
Objective: 1 - Engage the warlords
Allies: [member="Isha"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Saffron"]
Enemies: Warlords
Post: 9/25

Now that Ugohr's tanks were in position to encircle the warlord's base, the time for attack is almost at hand. They were mostly in at least hull-down condition, although some of them had to take up position and another tank was lucky enough to be turret-down, even though Ugohr's position required maximum depression for achieving even hull-down. In the dead of night, he was well-position to carry out his attack and make the attacks cease in the region, minefield or no minefield. While he was sure the sentries would not be moved out of position, he trained his main cannons at the communications parabolic antenna, and the other tanks designated a different target for the impending attack to happen in the dead of night. Once the tanks found their targets, Ugohr gave his order:

"Paste da warlord's camp and munch whatever men hesa have left!"

"Where the kark is Bloodhawk Squadron? They can do the kind of air-to-ground stuff we need anywhere in the galaxy" a tank commander complained.

"Presumably still on Coruscant. Not the best use of their skills, but [member="Silara Varis"] probably is grounded there for mutiny until further notice"

"Fire!"

Laser cannonfire rained down on the encampment, leaving behind the outer perimeter of the camp nothing but one big pile of rubble. What few survivors of this onslaught of tank fire remained scrambled to take up arms in the wake of this night, sneak attack: they opened fire at the tank, but to no avail: the alusteel armor resisted anti-infantry blasters. Now Ugohr had to focus on the remote FWHB-10s mounted on the Zambonis even though said FWHB-10s were usually mounted on First Order AT-PTs and anti-infantry emplacements.

 

[Saffron]

Dahomey
Village

It was unlike any village Saffron would have expected.

When it had been mentioned that it was a cliffside village, Saffron had imagined it to be a village whose homes were literally carved into the rock. Much to her surprise, it was more than that.

As the sun set in the horizon, the amber glow fell upon the four dozen or so homes suspended against the cliffside of the canyon. They were scalloped shaped, curved like protective shells against the backdrop of the canyon. Wonder would bathe Saffron's visage as they few near. Within moments, they had settled upon the top plateau of the canyon.

Stepping out, a small envoy from the village and an elder welcomed them. In a thickly accented voice, the dark tanned male only slightly shorter than she began to speak. Her translator, a protocol droid, translated for her.

"This is Mive Jiei, Mistress. He is an elder of the village and welcomes you."

Saffron gave a nod.

"Thank him for his warm welcome." the protocol droid gave a small nod, and proceeded to reply.

A wide parting of lips and then a gesture came next.

"He would like for you to come with him, Mistress, to meet the rest of the elders."

"Then let's do so."

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Kinyen
Objective 3: Rogue Squadron
[member="Aedan Lochlan"] - Rogue Two | [member="Tela Uolmi"] - Rogue Three | [member="Loske Matson"] - Rogue Five | Choli Vyn - Rogue Seven | [member="Encouragement Gets"] - Rogue Eight | [member="Asmus Janes"] - Rogue Nine | [member="Alexandra Russo"] - Rogue Eleven | [member="Lucius Varad"] - Rogue Twelve | [member="Allyson Locke"] - Rogue Thirteen | [member="Owen Holst"] - Rogue Fourteen | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] - Rogue Fifteen | [member="Jareb Kaine"] - Rogue Sixteen | [member="Devyn Lynton"] - Rogue Seventeen
(8)

Near Asteroid Field
Incoming bogies, going evasive

Alleycat had been listening to the squadron chatter kinda day dreaming away to be honest thinking about her own latest gossip and was glad no one had mentioned seeing the Taanabian on the dance floor and/or leaving the gala on the arm of a certain dark haired Jedi Master. The thought of things that came later was enough to curl anyone's toes. Nine's shout out that there were bogies spotted brought the brunette right out of her musings though.

Eleven doubled clicked, then followed [member="Asmus Janes"]' order to go to starboard; the strike foils on her T-70 expanding into attack position before snap rolling the X-wing to the right.

[ I'm reading those ships are… chit.. Fang fighters. They have swiivel-mounted wings and can maneuver crazy like. Also those suckers have lasers and proton torpedoes. Watch yourselves, ] Russo keyed cautiously over the squadron's comm channel, then inverted her X-wing, pulling it into a loop that brought it around in on one of the Fang's wake.

The pilot was good and tried real hard to allude Double One, but soon enough the seasoned Rogue captured the ship smack dab in the middle of her targeting reticule. When the red tone was acquired, Alex sent off an exacting quad burst of red laser strikes, which found their mark. She watched the opposing fighter disintegrate, then flew through the fiery explosion.

Of course it couldn't be that easy as green highlights of laser bolts shot through where Alleycat had just been. She slammed her stick hard to port and dove, twirling to evade the company who just dropped in on her tail.

 

[Aneya Maev]

[ 17 ]

"Who are you?" Aneya asked from the hooded figure. She had no idea who he could have been and she didn't really feel like talking to him. Xander was waiting and she just couldn't have a tea party with strangers at the moment. She had to do work, but this man was on her way.

"Aneya, I know you. You don't know me, but you will soon," the man said as she took the hood off. He was not a person the woman would know, he was pretty right about that. But that didn't mean anything. The editor-in-chief now wanted to talk to the man even less than before. She would have to hurry to her ship not to infuriate the CEO.

"Look, I have to go. Please step aside."

"You won't have to go anywhere," he said, taking his cloak off. The dark-haired man with an odd moustache and bear and quite a tanned skin didn't look very intimidating or capable of doing anything bad to the woman, but she still had to be alert.

"Aneya, we don't have time. Where are you?" Corina asked.

 

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

[ 18 ]

The Alliance.

Oscar opened his eyes, looking at the wall on which stood a banner of the Jedi Order, next to it the banner of the Galactic Republic. His eyes moved from one to the other and all he could think was how wrong he'd been. About everything. The Jedi Enclave was no place for him. The Galactic Republic was no place for him. How had he been so wrong about everything?

He stood up from the seat, grabbed his Jedi robe and took of the Padawan braid. He would leave. And he would not return this time. There was a need for a change and that change would have to come now. If his visions told him he needed to change sides, he needed to obey.

Grant's heart beat faster than ever before as he took his training saber from his belt and threw it in the corner of the room. He wouldn't need this anymore. It was the property of the Galactic Republic. It didn't belong to him, it didn't belong into his life. Nor did he want it anymore. That needed to change as well -- he would get another one from the New Jedi Order.

A ship. He needed a ship. Where could he get a ship?

He knew a friend who could get him off the planet before the Jedi noticed. He would have to do it this way, otherwise they could have brainwashed him or done something even worse. It couldn't happen. He had to leave.

Leave.

Because all he kept seeing in his dreams was the banner of the Galactic Alliance.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Dahomey
Objective: 1 - Engage the warlords
Allies: [member="Isha"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Saffron"]
Enemies: Warlords
Post: 10/25

The warlord, seeing in horror his own forces and base being battered by the Rings of the Lord in the dead of night after seeing his complement of APCs destroyed earlier, came out of the woodwork and waved a white flag at Ugohr. Probably some minor Devaronian warlord or something like that: he didn't seem to have that many troops or that much equipment. The Devaronian was visibly desperate and knew that he could no longer wage war. This area now being pacified, he could probably go back to the capital continue sweeping mines at dawn. Thus far only two of the four approaches were swept clean of mines. He could go back to the capital and sweep the northern and western approaches clean of mines, now that the capital was mostly secured.

"Hold yoursa fire, da enemy commander issa wavin a white flag"

"I surrender, what are your terms for surrender?"

"Yoursa surviving men must rebuild da destroyen villages around here"

"What assistance will the Alliance provide in rebuilding the destroyed villages?"

 

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

[ 19 ]

"Hey, I will need a ship," the boy said as he got to his friend. The one was not a Jedi, but a pilot who worked for the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Enclave. "I can't tell you why, but you gotta trust me," he said. He was good friends with the person, so he was pretty sure he would get the vessel to get out of the planet and out of the Republic.

"Uh, hold on, mate. Ya can't just do that," the pilot spoke, obviously trying to get the Jedi Padawan to calm down. "I can't give ya a ship, I need them myself."

"Please, I really need one. I can send it back to you once when I'm where I'm supposed to be," Oscar pleaded. "Please, I gotta leave the faction. I have to leave the Republic."

"Ya done somethin' stupid?" the man laughed, a little bit too loudly. Oscar really hoped nobody would get suspicious.

"No, I didn't do anything. But if I tried to tell these people I want to leave, they wouldn't let me. So please, give me a ship so that I could get out of here and I will send it back to you."

The man didn't look really convinced.

 

[Aneya Maev]

[ 20 ]

The figure took Aneya's hand so that she couldn't reply to Corina.

"You will come with me, miss," he hissed, his tone a lot more aggressive and raspy than earlier. The girl knew what was going to happen and she would not let it take place. And even though she had been pretty sure that she didn't know the man before, she started to understand who he was. And she would not let him get what he wanted.

"HELP ME!" she shouted for all to hear. The man acted quickly, though, covering the girl's mouth with his hand. He had no intention of getting caught that day.

What he did not know was that Corina pretty much understood what was going on.

"Team C, Aneya could be in trouble. Go and find her. Fast," she would give orders to the Civilian Camera team. Right after that, she contacted another team, "Team T, locate Aneya as fast as you can. She should be in the crowd somewhere."

Corina would not let the man do anything bad to her friend. And even though she had no idea who the man was, she knew exactly what an enemy of Aneya's was also the enemy of hers. So if she were to see the man, she wouldn't manage to control herself.

 

[Isha]

Dahomey
Aggressive Negotations.
[member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Kahne Porte"]

Isha came to a stop beside Lilin and Lieutenant Salurra.

A slow lift of her head tilted it back so she could get a good look at the young man detailing the summary of their situation and his thoughts. Quietly, she brought her hands to rest at the small of her back, considering his words.

“A neutral place for discussion would be wise.” the padawan would murmur after that, turning her attention to Master Imperieuse.

“A leader and thoughtful words may sway any escalating conflict.” her ears gave a subtle twitch. What if they could talk some sense and reason with the warlords? If this could be handled without bloodshed, all the better right?

 

[Liliane]

[ 21 ]

It turned more and more clear to Lilin that all these people looked up to her in hopes of decisions and thoughts. She was a Master, one of the highest ranking members of the Galactic Alliance, second only to Jedi Marshalls and the Grand Marshall. A quick look around told her there were no Admirals, Generals nor Governors around, meaning none of them were on the same rank as Lilin.

Which was quite unfortunate to her, as she was not a leader.

"Yes, a discussion would be wise," she tried to be more formal than usual. The tension typically made her unable to talk in a casual manner. "They are warlords, but that does not mean they would be second to us. Whatever their level of sentience may be, they are potential allies and by so far, not our enemies."

Her eyes moved from Isha to Tobias, wondering what the man could have been thinking.

"The Alliance does not attack an ally," she added to her speech. "Where do you suggest we meet with them?"

Everybody around her seemed wise, so she had no doubt they would make a great team of diplomats. Temporary diplomats, that is, because she doubted they would want to delve deep into politics. There was no place in politics for a Jedi, nor was it the place for a soldier.

Oh what she would give to have a governor around right now.

[ [member="Isha"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] ]​

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Alexandra Russo"]

Asmus was well aware of the drama surrounding the gala. Lucius being suddenly dumped by the alleycat for a newcomer so quickly had been a topic of much discussion on the flight deck, but only when she was out of earshot.

Asmus had no particular interest in engaging the Fang fighters within visual range, but he had little choice. He couldn't well start firing torpedoes until confirmation that they were hostile. It turned out they were. No replies and Eleven was engaged quickly.

As two of them pulled in close behind him, he decided to put energy into his rear shields and keep his attention on the one following eleven. Advanced sensors and a greater store of ordnance were going to win this day, not his maneuverability.

"Got a lock. Torpedo away." The call was almost redundant, Russo's displays would be updated with a blue track for his missile automatically.

Now for the two on his six. He tried to keep a line between them, forcing them to put as much energy into avoiding each as getting a bead on him.

"Someone get a missile lock on these schuttas and make them bug out!"

 

[Saffron]

Dahomey
Village

"It is beautiful."

There was awe in Saffron's voice, a soft murmur while they were lead to the small fan shaped hut along the right side of the canyon. There were many small wooden and rope bridges that connected each of the fanned homes. Some were small. Others larger. The size depended on the need of the village and environmental factors.

Finally, Saffron came to a halt in front of a large fan shaped building. With respect, the young blonde waited. Their guide began to speak in his guttural language, gesturing them to come in.

"He says to please come in, Mistress Saffron."

The young woman gave a small smile. "Of course."

Ducking her head, she went inside. It took her eyes a moment to adjust before they cleared. There, in a semi circle, sat the elders of the village. Their guide gestured for Saffron to please take a seat. Beside her, C3-B9 waddled to her side to provide translation.

 

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

[ 22 ]

"Look, I have no money to pay you with, but I am a Jedi and I don't lie." He really needed the ship. Otherwise the visions and dreams would keep on coming and coming. There was no way to escape them unless he left the Order. "My life depends on it."

"Alright, I can give ya a vessel," the friend finally said. "But if I don't get it back soon, I'mma put a bounty on yer head." He chuckled, which was a clear indication that he was just joking around. "Of course take it, but I really want it back, OK?"

"Yes, as you will. I will send a pilot to bring it back to you as soon as I am where I'm meant to be. I can't risk coming back here myself anymore, but... I do feel like the people I will meet there can be trusted."

"Very good," the friend said. "So, I can give ya this one here. A simple starfighter, but I think ya can handle it and get to where ya need to go. Assuming yer travels won't be too long."

"I doubt so," the boy said, giving the man a hug. "I'll get it back to you. And then I will owe you."

The man chuckled once again before saying a simple, "May the Force be with you!"

 

[Alesia Rivas]

[ 23 ]

"We Jedi are protectors of the innocent. You will not have to worry about your daughter's future. She will be in the best hands possible, second to you perhaps, and she will grow up to be the same -- a protector," Balayar spoke. "I know many mothers who worry about their children, about how they will grow up and who they're going to be. But we will give our best to make these children happy and give them a future better than anything else."

Alesia didn't focus a lot on what the Master said. She would have to go on several missions like these before she herself would have to speak like that, so she was pretty sure she still had the time to listen. On numerous occasions.

She couldn't keep her thoughts away from the possibility of this very girl being her Padawan one day.

"And look, this is a Jedi fighting," she showed another picture of Jedi to the girl, this one of a Jedi Master utilising Form Three. The form which she didn't really care that much yet. "And see, this is a Jedi Healer."

"I don't know how I could possibly let me daughter leave. She is so young and innocent and..." the mother was already in tears. That happened a lot; people just didn't want to let their children leave so soon. They wanted to raise them until they were adults. And most of the time, they wouldn't want them to leave even then.

"... I know. It's difficult."

 

[Iestyn Nova]

[member="Veronika Nova"]

Iestyn leaned forwards and perused what was being pointed out, though his eyes strayed to his mate. It didn't have to be a red day to appreciate her. To a human the difference might have been subtle, but to a Lovalla her plumage was far colourful than his own.

Filling his plate he found that he was remarkably hungry. First sign that they were a few weeks from the next red day. A Lovalla who wasn't eating properly could well miss the change. A pair usually got through ten thousand calories or more on the day. That brought a touch more colour to his skin.

"We could get a boat and relax on the water for a while after the flower blooms?"

 

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

[ 24 ]

Oscar wouldn't fly right away. He would have to see one more vision. That vision would tell him everything he'd need to know on how to join the Galactic Alliance. He only vaguely remembered their location in the galaxy and the planets they governed, not even speaking of the way the faction worked. It was obviously a complication, but the boy didn't believe in the Force ever being wrong.

He closed his eyes.

The Force Visions didn't come right away. Never did. One had to meditate to get any glimpse of the future or the past or even the present. And no matter how much time it would take, he would have to see a vision.

And when it did, it struck like lightning.

All around him, he could hear music, coming from all directions. There were people he'd never seen before, dancing, having fun. He couldn't bring any sense into the vision. And no matter how much he tried to talk to anybody, in the end he had to admit to himself that this was a vision, not an interactive game which he could just walk around in.

He could hear, though.

Kinyen.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Dahomey
Objective: 1 - Engage the warlords
Allies: [member="Isha"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="Saffron"]
Enemies: Warlords
Post: 11/25

With the warlord being held prisoner, and disarmed, awaiting the reconstruction crews, Ugohr did the long trek back to the capital, at the approach of which he orders Korand to take six tanks and clear the western approach to the capital, with Ugohr taking the north one. The warlord taken prisoner would be brought to the nearest police station for detention once the minefield is cleared in the dead of night. But even with other Jedi roaming Dahomey willy-nilly in search for warlords and their troops, Ugohr knew that the capital, now fully under Alliance control, can be at risk of attack at any time. But clearing the minefields was the very reason why the Army of Malastare was on Dahomey to begin with. While the tanks did just that, a discussion of the prisoner's fate was taking place because of the excruciatingly long process of clearing a minefield.

"Wesa now have a warlord prisoner"

"You may well have a warlord as a prisoner, General, but Dahomey is far from Alliance property" another tank commander told Ugohr while he was sweeping mines.

"Should we send him off-world?" Korand asked Ugohr.

"Wesa should keep him-sa in da spaceport before hisen fate could be decided"