Investigation of Whispers - GA Dominion of Dorsis Hex

[Coren Starchaser]

“I really don’t know what the Alliance is looking for here.” The officer said to the Alliance investigator. “We haven’t been tracking any strange shipments or data transfers on the world. And we are receiving numerous vessels a day that are on their way to the Outer Rim, and the greater parts of the Alliance from Coruscant. We do what we can to perform random checks, but the ships are marked with Alliance signatures, most of them, and we are not about to poke the sleeping krayt.”

The investigator, one of the Galactic Alliance Guard, nodded. He could see why they were not intercepting any forms of data, or watching crews coming in and out. This was a bit more of an issue than the Duros wanted to admit. Shaking his head, the alien looked to the human.

“And what about the ships outbound? We are getting reports that vessels inbound to the Capitol are coming out of this world, and these vessels are bringing supplies to those who are looking to disrupt the Alliance’s path.” The alien spoke calmly, and flatly. “Now the question here is, what are Dorsis’s finest going to be able to do to help us?”

A bit shocked, the human regarded the Duros for another moment. “We can provide the data we have collected on our outbound ships and the crews, cargo, and passengers we have searched. Since the regime change, there could be things slipping through our fingers.” The officer admitted.

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Elsewhere,the governor of the world, recently elected, was looking over the data coming through. Shaking her head, the woman sighed. The galaxy was so vast, but it always felt so small. A planet was hard pressed to remain its own sovereign nation anymore. It wasn’t that the governor was against the Alliance, or the First Order, she really wasn’t focused on the larger picture. She had her citizens to protect but there was the fact that the Sith were out there, and she had seen their way of approach to Thyferra.

Maybe it was time to make a step in a direction to gain some protection. The Alliance was a group that could gain that for the world. Dorsis would be able to provide a secondary economic and industrial hub for the systems spanning nation and in return they’d be part of the collective of worlds under the protection from one of the largest free fleets in the galaxy. To be fair, there really wasn’t a downside to the move.

Another sigh and a sip of caf, the woman ran a hand over her face to whip the sleepiness from her eyes. Gaze finding her droid, she nodded. “Contact the local Alliance ship. Dorsis is ready to meet.” She was just hoping this decision was going to be the right one.

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The sector that held Dorsis was a vast collection of worlds, and that meant there was more than just what was around the world where the investigation was happening. Outside the primary hyperlane from Ebaq to Corellia existed a vast number of moons, as well as the Dorsis system. The perfect place for the industrious smuggler to drop into dark-space and make their way towards the Capitol. The big concern here was finding all the ships.

Without a gravity well there was no set location for the ships to be dropping out to, but, with the right data, say, something exported from the investigators on Dorsis, or proper tracking equipment, real space reversions and hyperspace jumps could be tracked. And if that was tracked?

A small station was kept a few light minutes outside of Dorsis, small enough and running on low enough power to avoid most active scanners. The station was marginally undefended, preferring to use a cyclical hyperdrive to jump from a number of locations every few hours, existing merely as a drop-off and pick-up spot for weapons of war and gear that is clearly marked as a One Sith. And definitely articles that were confiscated by the Coruscant division of the Galactic Alliance Guard, in a number of raids on locations linked to attacks on the world.



OOC:
Welcome to the Dominion of Dorsis (Hex T28)

One Sith Remnants have been smuggling tools onto Coruscant for a group of Anti-GA Extremists. Galactic Alliance Guard members have located the source of the ships delivering these good as coming out of the Dorsis area and teams have been deployed. Additional Alliance Investigation has jumped to the world, followed by members of the New Jedi Order to track down the point source of these smugglers, only to begin unraveling it is sponsored, in part, by the Oe Sith Remnant that has been plaguing our worlds lately.

Additionally, since the change of regime, the Dorsis government has been in a power vacuum. They understand that the protection of the Alliance Fleet is needed, but the new governor is not completely sold on the concept of joining the Alliance. We may need to work with them.

While a lot of the products found on Coruscant have come from Dorsis, at one point or another, they are not always moving directly from the nearby world. The Fleet in conjunction with Alliance investigators has located a smuggling nest just outside the system. Investigate this, and eliminate the smuggling network in this area

 

[Muad Dib]

Post: 1
Location: PlanetSide, a bar called the "Tarnished Jewel"
Objective: get the location of the local sith base

The seedy bar was one in a million. The same flashing neon signs, the haze of smoke from cigarettes and illicit substances, the sticky surface adhering to every square inch, and don't forget the people too drunk to make it to the fresher to either relieve themselves or relinquish their over consumption of alcohol.

Yes, Dorsis had it's own underworld, and Muad liked it.

Sitting at the bar among drunken revellers the man was dressed in his standard dark brown trousers, tan tunic, and ragged leather jacket. He fit in with the other rough characters who were currently populating the establishment, even down to obvious weapons. His revolver was strapped to his right thigh, a kal on his belt, and the beskad strapped to his back. A deathstick dangled from his lips, the bluish smoke drifting around his face which only accented the eyes which glowed with incandescent azure haze.

The Galactic Alliance had arrived to begin ferreting out where the Sith insurgents were located. Their operations had been damaging the the GA as they were supplying other worlds under the umbrella of the government. One planet being Alderaan and the other Atrisia. Both of which he had personal ties with. So when the call for assistance had reached the Confederacy of Independent Systems, Muad answered the summons. And though he held no real position of authority, or even was part of the CIS officially, he had come all the same.

Which is why he found himself in the bar called the "Tarnished Jewel". Flicking the butt to the floor where it was trampled heedlessly by the foot traffic, he had to admit the name was fitting. Turning on his stool he held the tumbler with whiskey and took another drink of the fiery liquor as he watched his mark. The rodian was sitting in a corner booth waiting for his contacts, certain Sith that had had just arrived to purchase the wares the rodian was selling. Weapons and a bioweapon of some sort.

The five Sith who had entered were easily noticable. Their auras burned with darkness and their presence cleared a path as they moved through the crowds. The loose fitting robes hid the armor beneath poorly as the flashing lights in the bar were reflected off the occasionally revealed battle gear. Their hands never strayed too far from their waists, most likely hovering near lightsaber hilts.

As the Sith slid into the booth with the rodian, Muad tossed back the rest of the whiskey before grinning.

"Show Time."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Corellia -> Dorsis
Objective: Customs control

After this entire debacle in the Core Worlds, whose full extent became clear on Corellia, it was important to fight the Sith in their own backyard before even thinking of acting beyond the Alliance's borders. Also, she heard about how Coruscant First was cause for concern, but until now she believed it to be mostly a GAG affair. Hopefully there won't be as much firepower on the smuggling ring's part, rumored to supply Coruscant First and its supporters at least in part. But here there was no medvac need, unlike Alderaan, so she just thought of going into patrol, using a few brand-new units, but also the old standby: Skors. But for customs check duties, she would think Neimoidian Gunships are more effective than fighters, so she had a few gunships loaded, in addition to the Chiloon-IIs; it seems that the whole Coruscant First affair was a thorn in the Alliance's foot that needed to be addressed urgently. But the patrol had to assemble, with the bulk of the fleet that served on Corellia being left there for defense against further incursions. As she reviewed what was publically given to the Navy about Coruscant First...

"Disturbing, most disturbing: we need ELINT for this operation to work and to help out the GAG; set course for Dorsis!"

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Immobilizer 422 (Immobilizer 422-class interdictor carrier)
ANS Sentinel (Sentinel-class cruiser)
ANS Cygnar (Cygnar-class frigate)
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Task Significance (Skor-class monitor frigate)

Attack craft:

120 Chiloon-II fighters
56 Neimoidian Gunships

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Alliance was always working diligently to provide the most free and safe experience for the galaxy. And that meant chasing down leads to those who were looking to undermine what the Alliance stood for. With tyranny and dictatorships existing in the galaxy, the Alliance had to be the beacon of freedom. But to continue that, sometimes the protectors needed to protect themselves. That was where the Jedi came into play, and more specifically, where the Sentinels entered the game.

Having landed on the planet in a Jedi transport, Coren and his new student, [member="Mishel Noren"] had made their way into the underworld of Dorsis. It was the best place to find a lead on just about anything. It helped that Starchaser had been a smuggler once upon a time, and for the right price, he’d do it even now. This bit here resulted in him actually feeling more at home in an underworld than in the real world.

The word coming down from on high was that a few people had shown up from the Alliance’s allies, the groups who would help take the fight to the One Sith Remnant, and keep the Alliance in the limelight as the prime group for those looking to save the galaxy to run to. Looking at the younger Jedi, the ex-Ren who had been there to help save his skin on Dagobah, Coren grinned and nodded. “The trick here is to not let them think too much about you.

“Don’t look too out of sorts, but don’t look like you belong too much.” He took a step through the crowd. His lightsaber was in his jacket’s inner pocket, and a pistol hung on his hip. “That way no one really notices you, but when you approach them, they’re plenty ready for one type of response from you.” He smirked.

“Of course, being able to use both sides of the same coin, without falling too far off the deep, and dark end, definitely helps.” The conversation was a bit honest and open, but really, no one was paying attention to the pair, not that he noticed. What he was doing was looking for the bar, somewhere he knew that a few connections were going to be, and one from the Confederacy.

"And we are going into this situation with prior knowledge. More than what can be said for a Shadow. Sentinels are at points the first assault team, if a Shadow can't take a situation down quietly." They had the opportunity to know more than the first groups, and that made everything a lot more dangerous.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Dorsis

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Random Cantina #331
[member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

To her credit, Mishel actually remembered Coren Starchaser from Dagobah but more importantly he greeted her when she landed on Sullust. When most were ready to take the ex-Ren into custody, he had intervened. Her time with [member="Ember Farseer"] was over, the Jedi Knight had done much for the young padawan but now she stood ready to walk the path of a Jedi Sentinel. It helped that like her, Coren knew the darkside and he knew it a little too well their shared histories helped them break the ice and it wasn't long before Mishel found herself eager to help her master on this mission. She walked beside the master Jedi with a rugged blue jacket and combat pants with the red Corellian bloodstripe. She bore with her a basic set of equipment and holster, Mishel insisted on using a training saber until she was able to craft her own lightsaber again.

Her Ren Lightabser laid somewhere in the mines of Utapau and that was where it could stay as far as she was concerned. The Tygaran noted Coren's smirk, "so I suppose this is where the act casual part comes in from all those action holo's?" He continued on and spoke on not falling in too dark or too deep, "keep the objective in focus and don't give into your emotions?" She questioned trying her best to understand how to react in certain situations. "Or do and be the big gun?" There was a shrug as she kept in step with Coren.


Random Cantina #331

 

[Muad Dib]

Post: 2

The rodian leaned forward with two of the Sith, their conspiring conversation unable to be heard over the din of noise within the bar. The other three sith sat upright, alert gaze scanning the bar's occupants with a combination of disgust and distrust. Turning his head he too began scanning the room as he felt their eyes run over him. Just another Merc with a sword and gun. Probably just muscle looking for his next credit, if his attire was anything to go by.

A smirk crossed his face as his mind scanned the room on cruise control, immediately logging the people into groups. Trying too hard to be noticed, too large a groul to be anything other then just regulars, too scantily dressed to be concealing their sensitives let alone weaponry. But then again, there could be a time for a closer look... Of course there were those who blended in and we're overlooked. These would be the ones he scanned on his second survey of the crowd. Either completely ordinary or good at appearing ordinary. He only made it halfway when two such jumped out at him. A male twilek and female human. They looked completely natural, but neither drink had been touched and it had been some time since they had received them due to the pool of condensation around each glass.

Turning slightly he plucked another deathstick and lit it, breathing in the smoke and holding as he noticed their eyes. Cold, dead, and slightly tinged orange. A grin crossed his face as he observed them watching the area around the meeting, but not the meeting itself. The Sith had a few who weren't completely incompetent at escaping notice, and eyes were very difficult to mask.

Continuing his final sweep he found the majority of others to be ordinary, save a couple that walked toward the bar. They were together, yet according to their body language, not together. And while they were both attractive, neither scanned for potential bed mates among the bar. What they were doing was heading unerringly toward the bar. Either they were quite thirsty or they were meeting someone. A quick glance of his fellow patrons who had bellied up to the bar said that none were more concerned with anything but seeing just how quickly they could drink their livers to death.

Turning his back to the crowd he tapped the bar with a few credits and got another refill for his whiskey, downing it in a gulp and waiting for the tumbler to be refilled once more. Rolling his neck he felt and heard the pop as he picked up the glass and kept a wary look into the mirror above the bar.

[member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

The refurbished Defender-class light corvette unleashed a torrent of steam as it touched down inside of one of Dorsis' many bustling spaceports. Inquisitor Varex was not alone on this mission, he was accompanied by a small detachment of specially trained Jedi Shadows. But more than his team of warriors, he carried the authority of the Jedi Inquisition with him, a paramilitary investigative organization within the New Jedi Order with broad authority over matters of the occult.

Since the situation on Dorsis was primarily a case of suspected smuggling activity, they would be working as they so often did alongside the Galactic Alliance Guard. The Guard was a competent organization at dealing with lower level Force adepts, but sightings of organized Sith activity planetside meant bringing in someone of the Jedi Knight's caliber. He had already dispatched a message to the High Inquisitor, and now acting Grand Marshal [member="Taeli Raaf"]. Whether she could step away from her duties to the Order at large remained to be seen, but the Vaemath had promised to keep her apprised of his status.

Not a word was exchanged between them aloud as the team of Shadows descended the corvette's boarding ramp. None of them would communicate save telepathically for the duration of their time in the field unless it was absolutely necessary. In unspoken agreement with one another, each Jedi broke off from the group one by one at prearranged intervals. Varex had ordered one Shadow to remain aboard with the engines running, just in case their inquiries required them to promptly follow up on leads elsewhere in system.

No sooner had the Inquisitor begun wandering the sprawling metropolitan streets in search for telltale signs of corruption, then he sensed a presence he had not felt since Byss.

Master Starchaser, naturally telepathic, Varex had no problem projecting his thoughts to [member="Coren Starchaser"] even from this remote distance, I was not aware the Sentinels had been assigned to this sector.

Try as he might to keep his emotions from bleeding through, he could not avoid broadcasting the tension in his thoughts. The Jedi Sentinels were an extraordinarily well trained fighting force, but in this particular circumstance it was like using a blunt hammer where a laser scalpel was required. Hunting down criminals and Sith operatives required a certain finesse.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Warehouse S-323, Dorsis, Dorsis System, Corellian Sector, The Core Worlds​

Interacting With: [member="Koda Fett"]​

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Normally, Aryn would have been working alongside his allies in the New Jedi Order in an operation such as this one, yet it was becoming increasingly common for the Supreme Commander to act in a far more independent manner than previously. While the majority of the NJO appeared to be focused on the suspected One Sith remnants operating on Dorsis and organizing the smuggling ring which the Alliance was investigating, Aryn had contacted a number of his former allies in the less savoury parts of the core, tracking down the criminal element supporting the Sith.

It was those contacts that had led Aryn to a particular warehouse, a surprisingly fair distance from the spaceport. Under normal circumstances, and without the allies that he had, Aryn would have overlooked the warehouse as one of the hundreds of others that surrounded it, yet rumours of increased security, and sightings of a few particular people on Alliance watch lists made it worth looking into.

As he finished carving through the roof with his lightsaber, Aryn dropped down into the pitch-dark interior of the warehouse, his gaze flicking around as he tried to make out anything he could through the darkness. Unable to see anything proper, he reached down to his belt, taking his mask and reaching up to slowly affix it over his face, allowing the force which flowed to it to enhance his vision, painting a far clearer picture of the interior as he stepped down one of the long aisles of containers.

By all accounts, the interior appeared abandoned, and there had been no guards outside. It was for that reason that Aryn had come in alone, ensuring that [member="Srina Talon"] remained outside on watch, in case of ambush. Yet, while he could not yet see anyone within the interior, there was a presence he could feel, a ripple which echoed through the force and pulled at the edges of Aryn's perceptions. It was a familiar presence, one that Aryn had felt far too many times before, on the battlefield and at brief moments across the galaxy, it was a feeling, an echo which carried death with it.

"Fett."

 

[Lemon]

DORSIS

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DORSIS SYSTEM, WAREHOUSE S-323

The Jedi wasn't as quiet as the Mandalorian remembered.

Credits were the only thing that mattered to a Bounty Hunter, at least most of them. The One Sith's remnants had enough of them to go around and then some, it was only a matter of time until they made sure Fett wound up in their employ. There were a lot of things the Mandalorian wasn't familiar with in this Galaxy- Dorsis being one of them, but it didn't matter all that much. He had a job to do, and Koda Fett always got the job done no matter who stood in his way.

The Bounty Hunter crept through the shadows with his eyes glued to the wayward Jedi. Teth was loud, but so was Fett with all that armor on. In addition to that presence in the force that simply reeked? Koda didn't figure he had much time, and he wasn't about to let the Supreme Commander strike with ease like he had on Utapau. Things were simpler then.

At the moment his name was uttered with a presumably aggressive tone, Fett pointed his right wrist in the direction of Aryn's throat- releasing a whipcord cable with the intention of strangling the man, but surely just that wasn't going to do, no. The Mandalorian abandoned his position on the crate, dipping off from the other side with the hopes Teth was going to be suspended in the air, unable to breathe.

"Teth." He recognized the voice, even with the mask.

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The former Ren wasn’t wrong, about everything. Coren had been part of a now-defunct Dark Jedi Order, operating outside of Csilla during one of the previous Imperial occupations. It was how he learned so much about the Sith and the Unknown Regions. He was a hunter back then too, but one who was linking dark side lineages, and the artifacts scattered around the galaxy. The fact that a Sith had taught him once upon a bye, well, that settled more of his anger towards them, especially after the betrayal. But it also gave him that unique way of looking into the world.

One thing he was hoping for Mishel, when it came to the Ren.

“Act casual for sure.” He said, stepping around a person. He wasn’t about to body check through people, but the streets were getting crowded. “And the visit-the-bar part of things. So stick close.” Looking over the crowd of people, he was seeing the location he was hoping to get to, but first.
“The one problem with the dark side is people ride the wave of the emotion. That’s where I have a problem myself. It feels good, and right, sometimes, to just be completely P. O.’d but its not always useful. As a Jedi, we need to be able to make the choice to stop that, and to focus on what is needed. The dogma does a lot, but it gets lost. We need to be better than what is shown in the past.” He nodded to the bar.

“This one.”

Then he felt the call. @Varex. Good, he was here. That meant the Inquisitors were still here. Just making a distraction. Lets see who finds the smuggling ring first. In the call, there was so much… playful challenge, put in. Still, he stepped into the Tarnished Jewel.

[member="Mishel Noren"]
[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Objective: Learn more about what Loup is up to
Location: Ship headed to Doris

Her ribs still hurt and her jaw got stuck once in a while. But the Jedi had fixed her up well enough that she could move. The beat down from Mon Loup and his men hadn't killed her. She was too stubborn for that. She had been encouraged to stay down, yeah right...not her style.

Ever since her release from the hospital Rekha had been working to find out all she could. She began working odd hours, and disappearing more and more. She watched Marcus and his men she was slobber on a rancor's lip, always there hanging around.

She rubbed her leg it was aching again. Her leg ached when the weather changed she had to laugh at that. She was now a human weather gage. Oh joy. Won't that look good on her resume - Business woman, pilot.weather gage. Yep fits right in.

Her first mate, and cook Jarrod began questioning her more and more about what she was doing. She looked like hell really. Dark circles formed around the once vibrant green eyes, she had lost weight from not eating right but the biggest change was her personality. From the first punch, last kick and the breath she took two seconds ago she was focused on finding out what was going on. Jarrod was running the Lucky Lady, Eva was running the Underground.

In order to do what she needed Rekha became a bit darker than usual no spontaneous laughter, no off the cuff remarks, and she hadn't kissed anyone just because in weeks. It wasn't a side to her that many saw anymore but it was there it came out when needed.

A couple of the men on Coruscant mentioned Dorsis. When the Alliance moved it seemed so did this gang...but they weren't really a gang. Loup and his group had someone funding them she could tell, modern weapons, vehicles, and never ending flow of credits all indicated backing.

The people of Coruscants lower levels cringed when they walked by. Rekha had watched their eyes they wouldn't make eye contact and they always looked to the ground. Their hope was gone. Loup had stolen it from them. The people cringed waiting for the next blow it was heart breaking to see. It made Rekha angry she remembered how it felt to have no hope she hated it.

What would they do on Dorsis?

Rekha followed them onto the transport they were taking and followed them. Whatever they were going to do there, she would get another piece of the puzzle. They landed on Dorsis wasn't what she was expecting but hey keep moving.

She trailed after the two from Loup's gang....rancor slobber..

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Dorsis
Objective: Customs control

"Incoming transmission" the communications officer reported.

"Dorsis is ready to meet"

"We need to intercept ships that look suspicious, then we can send down somebody to meet with the local government"

But no need to jam communications or frequencies just yet. It would be a symbol of bad faith to do so in her mind, where there are only suspicions of hostiles, rather than confirmed hostiles. And also no need to implement a full-on blockade, just to be ready to intercept suspicious shipments. Coruscant First is in for an unpleasant surprise, she thought, not realizing that other elements were dispatched in that system to deal with CF's backers, such as [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Mishel Noren"] and @Varex. She was to make sure that any lead provided to Therapy Command by the ground teams would, in fact, be put to good use by the ELINT crews and the rest of the gang. The most suspicious spots are in the outer edges of the system, so they would need microjumps of the interplanetary variety to make the most out of the patrols, with said microjumps being much safer and easier to perform than microjumps of the tactical variety, such as the one in the Ison Corridor. With the Neimoidian Gunships belching out of the two ships capable of hosting squadrons, the order was given...

"Fan out and patrol around the suspicious spots given to us by the SIS, initiate scans of each of those spots"

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Immobilizer 422 (Immobilizer 422-class interdictor carrier)
ANS Sentinel (Sentinel-class cruiser)
ANS Cygnar (Cygnar-class frigate)
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Task Significance (Skor-class monitor frigate)

Attack craft:

120 Chiloon-II fighters
56 Neimoidian Gunships

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: [Warehouse S-323] - Dorsis, Dorsis System, Corellian Sector, The Core Worlds
Interacting With: [member="Koda Fett"] & [member="Aryn Teth"]

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She sat on the edge of the rooftop, more than a little irritated, that her Jedi had relegated her to something akin to glorified guard dog duty. A heavy sigh escaped the black-clad Echani as she used the Force to feel her way through the undoubtedly shadowy alleyways for anything that might want to devour the Commander while he played the part of the Pathfinder. There was someone hiding within the confines of the Warehouse. Aryn could feel it, clear as day, and by proxy so could she.

‘Be careful…I can't heal you and I have no wish to see you bleed.’, her mind reached for that of her dark-haired friend, a gentle brush, before she pulled away. He did not need to be distracted while hunting. Especially, not when he was limiting his field of vision with the damnable mask he seemed so fond of. Srina hated it. There was a gruesome sort of indifference that he seemed to adopt once hidden behind it that made her want to chuck it down the nearest trash chute.

She had removed it from him during a Masquerade on Leritor. It was absolutely, positively, one hundred percent hideous. It was a shame that he’d somehow magically found it again.

Veritgo. A voice, vaguely familiar, but it didn’t belong to anyone she had crossed recently.

Srina would have stood, would have reacted, yet there was no fear in [member="Aryn Teth"]. She would drop through the hole in the roof he had created like an avenging angel if she so much as suspected that he needed her assistance…But he didn’t. Not, yet. A soft breeze pulled on white-gold tresses, stirring them about her shoulders, giving her the air of a ghostly spectator. The Sith Apprentice was often a guardian for those that called the Confederacy home. For her friend, for the Supreme Commander, it would be no different. He was the Knight, she, the Apprentice…But that had never mattered.

Aryn had never treated her as less, not even on Sullust, when he linked their beings in order to add her fighting prowess to his repertoire. Her knowledge of the Force was growing, a work in progress, but it wasn’t everything. She could kill a man thrice her size with her bare hands and there was no need to float rocks or see the future to ensure that. Srina’s heart belonged to war. Combat was in her blood, in the air she breathed, and she did not like sitting on the sidelines.

With her mood cross and more than a little dour, if the Echani was forced to leave her perch, it would not bode well for anyone involved. For Aryn’s sake—He should aim to win.

 

[Malok]

Location: Dorsis, Dorsis Sytem
Objective: Surprise!
Interacting With: [member="Srina Talon"]

D W O M U T J E V I S O​

Winter fell upon [member="Srina Talon"].

Though it was not the season...Though the chill of night had yet to sweep across the commercial sector, a vicious cold would race across her skin. No manner of dress would be able to provide her solace from the momentary tundra that would become her person. Yet, she would know this cold. It was the very same that had compelled her to descend the stairs of Sinner's Well. It was the very same she had chased on Coruscant. This was the power and presence of her Master.

And yet, he was lightyears away.

It was no secret that the Vicelord did not feel comfortable within the worlds or operations of the Alliance. Their militant reputation was more than enough to give the Sith pause on many occassions. While their nations yet enjoyed a fruitful relationship, Darth Metus always leaned upon his apprentice to maintain those ties. While he did not fear the Alliance, he would certainly never do anything to draw unnecessary attention onto his person. Or to place strain on their relations simply for being a Sith.

So why was it that the alabaster beauty now felt her Master's presence? How was it that his voice echoed within her mind, despite the sheer distance between them? Was he not on Geonosis attending to matters of state?

The answer was shadow. A swirling mass of midnight erupted into being before her eyes. Twisting. Turning. Contorting. Then, in mere seconds the cacophany of the Dark Side took an identifiable form. The being loomed over the young woman, suspended by the Force alone. Three eyes of starlight looked down upon her, as a monstrous face came alive with glee. It looked upon its clawed digits, flexing them inquisitively - as if to test if they were truly there...before a low chuckle hissed from its mouth.

She would recognize that baritone anywhere. It was her Master's voice. But this creature certainly was not Darth Metus. In fact, it would not even feel remotely close to the man who guided her ever closer to the Dark Side.

"Hello Nin Mel, how do I look?"
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Spoiler: Translations

"Summon Wraith."
"My love"

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Manager's Office, Warehouse S-323
The Prince

"Hey boss!" one of his enforcers called out over their shoulder, "Shouldn't we...you know, help?"

"Who, Fett?" the Prince asked, scowling at the disruption but not bothering to look up for a moment from the datapads he was sweeping into a nearby briefcase, "Sure, if you want to get murdered for interfering."

Both the Exchange and [member="Koda Fett"] were currently under the employ of the One Sith Remnant, which made the Mandalorian who had been assigned to protect their smuggling operations more of an independent contractor than a subordinate. The Mandalorian certainly seemed to see himself as a partner, even superior, but the idea of being on the same level as a bounty hunter however reputable didn't exactly sit well with ben-Mezd's aristocratic sensibilities.

Well if you're a partner, you should have no problem arranging your own getaway, Ifan smirked to himself, taking one last hard look around the room to make sure he had left nothing critical behind.

"Burn the rest," he ordered one of the black hats on his payroll, already moving swiftly towards the building's nearby rear exit, "And make sure the Jedi doesn't follow. You four, with me."

Of all the warehouses on this credit forsaken rock, and his happens to get raided by the Supreme Commander of the fething Alliance. He felt too exposed, forced to draw the ELG-3A blaster pistol he kept holstered beneath his silken robes for personal protection. Of far more comfort was the sight of each enforcer escorts' Tenloss Type 8 submachine guns, which they might need if [member="Aryn Teth"] had dispatched more of his soldiers to cover all the exits.

Warehouse G-511
Hakar

"They're late," the Trandoshan fixer hissed in displeasure, "Again."

One of their senior enforcers could only shrug helplessly in response. Hakar hated working with the locals. It was Exchange ships and their own crews which were delivering military grade armaments from their own sources in the Outer Rim as far as Dorsis, ducking customs patrols across all manner of space. But this planet was their drop off point, and from there it was up to the One Sith's other contacts, ones who knew the Core better to get the goods the rest of the way. Most of his employers' assets were far more distributed Rimward these days.

"Remind me thiss invalid'sss name?" he asked, dreading another interaction with such amateurs, "Loup?"

"They say hes one of the best Galactic City runners around."

"He better be," Hakar snapped a little too harshly, fingers twitching reflexively towards the hilt of the Trandoshan double-blade strapped across his back.

The buzzing of his communicator interrupt this tense moment, and Hakar motioned away the enforcers under his command with a wave of his clawed hand.

"Yeah bosss. What isss it?"

"Site A's been compromised, we're blown."

"Where are you?" he hissed.

"I'm in transit, but this whole sector is crawling with Alliance feds."

"I need more time to finisssh up here," glancing around at the stacks of crates filled with untraceable blaster carbines, he continued, "Prossseed to the sssafehouse, I will meet you there."

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]​

Exchange NPCs (Operating Throughout the Dorsis System)
Enforcers (Standard Muscle)
Tac Teams (Professional Strike Force)
Black Hats (Slicer Support Crew)
Fixers (Rare Elite Lieutenant, 1 in addition to Hakar)
Krypter Agent (Rare Elite Infiltrator, 1 Total)

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Warehouse S-323, Dorsis, Dorsis System, Corellian Sector, The Core Worlds​

Interacting With: [member="Koda Fett"]​

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There would have been no time to properly respond to [member="Srina Talon"] if Aryn had wished to, he knew the woman was outside, and more than capable of jumping to his assistance, but it was not a consideration at that moment, instead, Aryn's focus was entirely upon the presence, the figure that he had noted within the warehouse. The second he heard the pneumatic hiss of the cord launching, Aryn brought his lightsaber into his hand, igniting it as he felt the cord wrap tightly around his neck. It was there for only a moment before the glowing blade of his weapon severed it, Aryn's figure turning as he turned his gaze upward to focus it where on Fett.

When last he had faced down the Mandalorian, Aryn had been fully absorbed by the philosophy and the training of the Jedi, a model pupil of the Jedi Code, and a rising star among not only the NJO, but the Alliance as a whole. He had met the agitation and offensive nature of the bounty hunter with stoicism, calm and controlled, as he weighted his actions and his power with care, with purpose, and with a careful consideration of even the every-present scale between light and dark, of his own position on that scale. This time, Aryn had no such apprehensions.

When one took the time to think on it, to focus, Koda Fett was a man who's actions were far more complex than they initially seemed. So long ago, when Koda Fett had taken a contract to track down and capture the rebel Teth, he had caused a ripple, one that had set a thousand more actions into motion. Had he never been defeated and given to the Empire by the bounty hunter, Aryn would never have taken up the force and the way of the Jedi, he never would have joined the Alliance proper, and risen to the rank that he had, he would never have seen war on the scale that he had, faced the suffering that he had, or held the power that he had. To another observer, one might have suggested that Aryn strangely had something to thank the bounty hunter for.

Aryn did not exactly see it that way, in fact, he could not have seen it as such even if he wished to. Aryn was not only angry with the Mandalorian for the path he had set him on unintentionally, he hated him for it.

It was only now, as Aryn stared up at the moving figure of Fett in the warehouse on Dorsis, that he realized this, that he accepted it. He felt a surge run through him, that hatred fueling and driving the hunger, the twisting shadow within him that he had hidden suddenly burst forth, and for the first time in Aryn's life, it felt right. Aryn's scowl remained hidden behind his mask, but his grip tightened firmly around his lightsaber, not bothering to take the usual reverse-grip stance he commonly took, adopting a more physical, raw Djem-so variant of his preferred form as his free hand flew upward.

The large crate which Fett had stood upon previously moved first, chasing after the bounty hunter as it flew clear just above the head of the Mandalorian, slamming into another stack of containers which flew clattering to the ground, the scraping and twisting of metal, combined with the crashes of tons of supplies falling, likely to be heard from far afield as Aryn reached out to take hold of only another container, sending it flying in the Mandalorians direction.

Quickly, Aryn began to set the field of the engagement, either the bounty hunter would be forced to engage the Supreme Commander in close range, or be focusing on not being swat out of the air like a fly.

 

[Lemon]

DORSIS

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DORSIS SYSTEM, WAREHOUSE S-323

A certain resentment boiled within Fett. He loathed Jedi for all they had done, despite the bias he held before the bad, but even still Teth was the worst of them all. Unyielding in every sense of the word, no matter how many times the two crossed paths in a war zone or soon-to-be. Maybe the Mandalorian held some respect, it might even be a shame to see him die. Not enough of one, however. The Bounty Hunter was positive there would be nothing more satisfying than watching one of those searing holes tear through his clothing, and then his flesh, revealing whatever lied beyond the other side.

Something told him that whipcord wasn't going to cut it, and he was right on that much. Teethe as quick, and only got quicker on each engagement. Koda believed that in time Aryn was going to be able to counter every bit of weaponry he could throw at him, and maybe that was now. Especially after a one tonne crate was thrown over his head, narrowly avoiding the rangefinder attached to his helmet. It was a series of thunderous crashes that echoed throughout the warehouse and the rest of Dorsis- it certainly didn't go unnoticed.

There were two options, and neither were favourable. Reach a comfortable distance, but become paste was a crate crushes him. Alternatively, engage the individual so closely it becomes impossible to direct his attention elsewhere. It was the latter that Fett stuck with, only naturally.

His left hand raised with haste, spitting flames out the side of his gauntlet in a bid too light the man aflame. Though Teth didn't die so easily, no. The blaster carbine was held within his right, tucking into his side as it fired as quickly as Koda could slam his finger down upon the trigger. Surely this was to break Teth's concentration, even if he was a prodigy, there was no denying death breathing down your neck was the opposite of calming.

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Dorsis
Objective: Customs control

"Warehouse S-323 on Dorsis proper also seems to have some suspicious leads"

"This is the one the GAG is already after, but is there anything specifically coming in or out of that place headed to another location in the system?"

"It appears headed to the outermost planet in the system"

"Stand by to intercept any cargo shipments headed to that place"

She was understandably nervous by the cargo shipment headed to the outermost planet, since usually a cargo that was part of the regular manufacturing grain would directly leave the system without having to transit through the edge. Meanwhile, one of the cargo ships in question obviously had cargo but didn't disclose it on the transponder. Which caused a gunship or two to descend on that cargo ship, which is otherwise no bigger than an AT-AT barge. In fact, it was an AT-AT barge of the older varieties that were readily available on the civilian markets after the collapse of the One Sith. So two gunships are enough to get the whole ship inspected by the crew in tow, with the fighters escorting those gunships having a half-power bomblet at the ready if the occupants proved hostile to the gunships. But it's a little early; it may as well be a trap for what she knew. And it was too early to be asking for status updates on their part; they had to enter the barge in the first place, and then they had to inspect said barge, regardless of how hostile the crew was to the customs officials in tow.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Immobilizer 422 (Immobilizer 422-class interdictor carrier)
ANS Sentinel (Sentinel-class cruiser)
ANS Cygnar (Cygnar-class frigate)
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Task Significance (Skor-class monitor frigate)

Attack craft:

120 Chiloon-II fighters
56 Neimoidian Gunships

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Dorsis
Objective: Observe and learn

Allies: [member="Varex"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aryn Teth"]

Insignificant. That had been the word she had used to describe those fools clinging to the old One Sith ways, those who desperately wanted to strike out against the Alliance and the New Jedi Order for the collapse of their empire. None of them had any real talent, and none of them had caught her eye in even considering recruiting them to her own organization. They were the dredges of the One Sith, acolytes and knights that styled themselves as Lords and Ladies now.

Pathetic.

Still, they were proving to be an irritant and after Corellia, SIS and GAG had located one of their smuggling operations on Dorsis. The New Jedi Order had deployed in support, Sentinels and Inquisitors mostly... but she had arrived quietly, not informing anyone of her presence. She didn't want to be disturbed.

Seated in a quiet apartment that had been privately bought by an employee of Aurora Industries, she kept her Force presence small, but her mind was cast out... searching through the currents of the Force for activity. Conflict... rage... hatred... her eyes opened, purple crinkling in amusement as she felt the Supreme Commander. Good, very good. She would need to keep an eye on that. Eyes closed again, reaching out into the currents once more... there they were. Small pinpricks of darkness, trying to hide.

Her mind shifted along the currents to where she could feel one of her most effective Inquisitors.

Inquisitor Varex, lead a squad of Inquisitors and Shadows to Warehouse District One, section 89-C.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Dorsis​

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Random Cantina #331​

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Muad Dib"]​

Mishel followed Coren into the bar, it felt like every other bar she'd been to in this galaxy. Dull, with a myriad of smoke, body odor and patrons caked in cologne or perfume to mask their own stench which made things worse. Lights that needed to be fixed, or a neon hue so bright it colored the entire place. "I can do casual." She told him moments before they had walked in and then she found herself having to turn her back to the actual bar itself. If she started drinking now the Kerrigan-girl wouldn't be able to leave not without being semi-chit faced. Part of her issue with bars and clubs, one the Ren seemed to enjoy not solving. "Easier said than done," she managed while she tucked her hands into her pockets which felt like a better plan than grabbing the bottle of beer off the wandering tray from the wait staff.

The Tygaran stuck by Coren and looked over in the direction her master pointed, "alright." She acknowledged and then a ran one hand through her hair and sighed if this was what trying to be sober in a bar felt like - it sucked.