Junction Jump and Carry On | [FO] Skism Hex + [GA] Carida Hex

[Resurgent Narrative]

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Following the events of Crytal Nest, the First Order and Galactic Alliance have come together in order to help those who have been affected by the Brynadul’s rampage across the Galactic East. This would be known as Operation Abhaya Rani. Arriving from Dosuun, Task Force Sloane from the First Order Navy will group up with select forces of Battlegroup Kenobi at Coruscant. ​

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Together the two groups will travel across Silver Jedi space and exit at New Alderaan via the Mara Corridor. The groups will then split the workload of evacuating what is left of the systems of Pammant/Mon Cala, Dellalt/Minntooine, Tammar, Gand, Iego, Cophrigin V, and finally New Alderaan itself. ​

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Finally, they will traverse back via the Mara Corridor through Silver Jedi space and make their way to Galactic Alliance territory. From there the Refugees will be examined, treated, and be given the choice of where to stay. Either to remain in the Core or go with the First Order to Dosuun and Wild Space.​

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Operation Abhaya Rhani is divided into four groups, each with designated systems. Your task is to evacuate as many civilians as possible from these systems. You are asked to strongly encourage them to leave; however, we will not force people from their homes. ​

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Naval and Starfighter Groups are asked to stay vigilant and keep watch for Brynadul forces. Army, Stormtrooper, Commandos, Marines, and the like are asked to set up clear lines of evacuations and aid personnel on the ground with getting civilians out. Imperial Knights and Jedi will be on hand to aid in this process. ​

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Medical and pararescue groups will be there to ensure care is provided to those who need it most. We cannot stress enough that time is of the essence. Work together, keep families together, and remember; no one gets left behind. ​

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(OOC: The story for this junction will begin in media res. The groups will have already arrived at New Alderaan and will begin to splinter off to their designated systems to begin the evacuation process. Please partner up with at least one person from the other faction to ensure collaboration! )​

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Open to Opposition from the Bryn'adul!​

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[Shoma Ike]

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ACS KITEL PHARD
Ambassador-class Star Defender
Orbit of New Alderaan

Was it strange that seeing the First Order ships was a relief?

After an estranged relationship with the Confederacy of Independent Systems, Atrisia had once again found itself at home in the Galactic Alliance. In many respects, it was as if time were walking the clock back. Everything now was as it had been when Shoma had been a mere boy, emerging as a Royal-at-Large for the first time to serve his people as an ambassador to the Alliance. Then that Alliance had fallen, and Shoma had found himself learning a more dangerous political arena as he sipped tea with Natasi Fortan -- the woman who was, today, Supreme Leader of the First Order.

But the Galactic Alliance that Atrisia enjoyed the support of today was not the same as the Alliance that had molded the Atrisian youth into the diplomat he was today. And neither was the First Order of Supreme Leader Fortan the same as the one that Shoma had served as an Imperial governor.

So much the same. So much was different. He looked around the Galactic Senate and found only Faith Organa to be a face he recognized. And, a most welcome one as well. The bond between Alderaan and Atrisia had always been a special one.

Which made it all the more auspicious that they were starting this voyage at New Alderaan.

To be honest, this was Shoma's first time visiting the world. Or even realizing that there was a New Alderaan on the galactic star charts.

Atrisia was a Core World. The Commonwealth concerned itself with politics around the Inner Rim, but otherwise they had a well earned reputation for being a rather insular people. When the First Order had arrived on Atrisia had been the first time that a world as far flung as Dosuun had become of interest to their politicians. A shame, that his role of Imperial governor had, in many respects, been much clearer than that of planetary representative.

Had he said that aloud, Junko Ike would likely have washed his mouth out with soap.

"Highness, we're in position for rendezvous."

The boy's reverie was broken by the voice of the vessel's military commander. Brown eyes flickered over at the wizened face of Captain Tsun Osai. A veteran of the Galactic Empire of Emperor Kahoshi. The same Empire that Shoma's parents had served. "Wakarimashita," the youth offered politely, bowing slightly toward the elder, who returned a deeper bow.

The art of the bow was part of the Atrisian political game. He had to bow enough to show the proper respect, but he knew that the older man would be obliged to give a deeper bow to him... it was all a very awkward game of sorts. He just wanted to make sure the man didn't throw his back out of some misplaced idea that he'd offend Shoma if he didn't bow enough.

"Have the navigator set a course for Mon Cala," the boy requested, as the man straightened up from his more formal bow. "We shall depart as soon as as the group signals the jump."

As the captain gave a second, less formal bow, the teen had already turned to look over at the protocol droid that had been re-purposed as a sort of cruise director. "Are all preparations made for transporting refugees?"

If all went well, when they departed Mon Cala, they'd have guests aboard. It was one of the reasons why the Commonwealth had committed one of its largest ships to the joint Alliance-First Order effort.

A joint Alliance-First Order effort.

As they said, may you live in interesting times.

"Preparations proceed apace, Your Highness," the 3PO droid supplied in answer. "Several of the cargo bays are being converted into aquariums to accommodate the young and elderly who may find a starship environment too arid."

The teen did a double take.

It wasn't a detail he'd thought about. Which, in retrospect, they were going to be picking up refugees from a water world so... it made a lot of sense. Still, the idea of converting cargo bays into swimming pools was an aspect of refugee transport that he hadn't even considered.

He was glad that someone else was.

"So ka," the royal murmured finally, giving a slight nod of his head to indicate that the droid was dismissed.

Converting cargo bays into aquariums...

This was going to be an interest trip, one way or another.

 

[Eralam]

"No, look, you can't just- UUUUUUUUURGH!"

There were a great many unusual things about this particular mission. The white haired, seemingly young woman in the charcoal business suit wouldn't have even tripped the weirdness scale, if not for two things: firstly, anyone with Force sensitivity would note that she was not, in fact, a young human and secondly, she was following around a tall, songsteel-plated droid wearing a fishing vest with an improbably large bow fishing rig slung across his back. They didn't exactly look like the same species, but looks could be deceiving. The woman was Koko, a young Shard who'd made waves in the Shard Network as being a competent business woman and the only one brave enough to even attempt to handle their more eccentric personalities. The droid was Eralam, an ancient Shard, master-level Force user., and apparently, avid fisherman.

Eralam spun on his heel to face the woman, nearly half a meter shorter than he was, sparks flying from the deckplates.

"No, you look. I don't care that Mon Cal is supposed to be a water planet. This is a humanitarian aid mission, and by the Force, I'm going to help those people out."

Koko crossed her arms and glared at him.

"So what's with the fishing gear, Dad? For kark's sake, you look like a human in the middle of a midlife crisis. You're not due for one of your own for at least another thousand years."

"Maybe I want to feed the refugees," Eralam shot back defensively. "Did you ever think about that, hmm?"

"No, as a matter of fact, I didn't, because we both know you just want to see what the Bryn'adul taste like with butter sauce."

They glared at each other for several long moments before Eralam threw up his arms in defeat.

"Fine," he snapped. "I wanna taste the Bryn-whatsit. They're basically giant lobsters. Is that so wrong?"

"Seeing how they're sapient beings, yeah, kinda."

"What's that got to do with anything? They're bad guys. What's the point of trying to be a good guy if you can't find out what the giant lobster bad guys taste like?" he grumbled. "And hey, it'll still help the refugees. They're probably starving, the poor souls."

Koko reared back to bunch her ostensible boss in the face, then thought better of it. No matter how satisfying it would be, trying to get her HRD repaired out here would be a pain.

The Shard network had, at various points over the last couple of decades, made covert attempts to provide humanitarian aid where it was needed. The extensive spy network could spread anywhere where droids were commonplace and generally above suspicion, but had grown to the point where outside intelligence agencies were bound to notice sooner or later. Since they couldn't completely go to ground, the answer, it seemed, was to make sure that they weren't viewed as a threat. Thus, the sole extent of their visible activity was as a nonpartisan aid organization, helping wherever prudent and only fighting to protect those who couldn't defend themselves. So far, the plan was working. Or at least, no one had tried to mount another pogrom. But, as Koko had tried to explain numerous times, it didn't do for their image if one of their most prominent members went around doing things like cooking and eating his opponents, even if they probably would be tasty with some salt, a bit of butter, garlic, and maybe paired with a white wine. Dressel had a number of good vintages that would be just perfect-

"Fine, but bring me back some," she hissed, then turned and stormed out, cursing up a storm as she went.

Eralam chuckled as she left. As much as he liked to annoy Koko, he knew better than anyone how valuable she was to the Network. It was probably just as well that she didn't know who the real leader was. Poor girl would have a digital aneurysm.

With his minder off in search of a vat of ethanol to drown her frustrations, the Iron Knight turned towards the nearest cluster of Force Users and clomped towards them, waving as he went.

"Hello, fellow humanitarians!" he said cheerfully. "Ready to do some good for the galaxy?"

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: Bridge of the G.A Negotiator-class Frigate Peacemaker - Orbit of Mon Cal]
[Group Aurek]
[Focus: Captain Teica Giraan]

The sight of waves of First Order starships looming over Mon Cal would have terrified Teica in any other circumstances. It still did, but not to the same degree. The captain trained her eyes on one of the Resurgent-class battlecruisers. The starship dwarfed the small frigate and began to throw the feeling of terror at the Corellian starship captain. She grasped the arm of her chair, and kept her mouth slightly opened, ready to give the order to fire everything they had. Still nothing.

Her eyes moved away from the triangular flying murder weapon, and to the last transport as it loaded in the Peacemaker's hanger bay. The light auxiliary craft, and all the others like it, reminded her of the reason she was here. Maybe, just maybe, this would withstand the test of time and remain a symbol of unity in the galaxy. Or the two factions could tear each other apart and send the galaxy into a dark age of chaos.

"Nothing yet?" she turned her chair to face the scanner officer.

"Nothing, ma'am."

"Good, how long till the others have finished loading?"

"About an hour, you have time, ma'am," the lieutenant smiled.

Teica nodded and made her way toward the bridge turbolift.

[Location: Peacemaker - Captain's Quarters]

The captain's fingers dashed along the keyboard of her personal computer, then moved to support her head. She let out a deep exhale, feeling the air dash over her curled fingers. She flicked a few bits of dust from her hair and put on warm smile. The face of an older woman appeared on the screen.

"Hey, mom."

"Hey, Teica. How long do you have?" Mashella Giraan smiled.

"Ensign Del says an hour, but I want to be back on the bridge in 45 minutes." Teica's smile faded a bit, "Sorry, mom."

"No, don't worry, I know you have business to attend to. What's on your mind?"

The rest of the conversation lasted a full 50 minutes, only to be interrupted by a loud beep from the computer's speakers.

"Captain, the others have finished loading, you're needed on the bridge."

"On my way," she waited for another beep to indicate the bridge transmission's end and looked back at her mother's face, "Bye, mom, I love you."

"I love you too, Teica, stay safe."

The captain ended the transmission and made her way back to the bridge.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Bridge, Venality II, New Alderaan orbit
OBJECTIVE: Recover assets evacuees from Dellalt and Minntoonie
ALLIES: The Major | Open

Task Group Besh Venality II, Sharkhawk III-class Forgeship Four Lucrehulk-class Battleships Numerous REC-LU01 Assault Transports Numerous REC-SU01 Combat Shuttles

When the mission to the New Alderaan region had first been proposed, Aerarii Tithe had jumped at the opportunity.

Yes, there was a very real chance of being ambushed by the encroaching Bryn'adûl. More so than the Sith, the Bryn were in the Vice Chanellor’s opinion the greatest threat the galaxy faced. Their rampage throughout the eastern reaches of Wild Space had been largely unchecked. Both the Sith and Silver Jedi alike had tasted the invader's bloodlust, so much so that they had for a period become unlikely bedfellows. Yet worst of all, the Bryn'adûl couldn’t be bribed or swayed by words - the only two assets in Tithe’s inventory.

And yet despite the risks, he had eagerly volunteered to travel across the galaxy and join the mission. Certainly, who else in the galaxy was better suited to converge on their worlds and scoop up their most valuable assets?

It had only been when he was en route that it had been clarified to Tithe that the ‘valuable assets’ were evacuees, not credits, precious metals or priceless artefacts.

He had briefly toyed with the option of turning back, but if there was one thing Aerarii Tithe had proved time and time again, it was that he could turn any opportunity into a profitable one. He was, like the two planets he had been assigned, formerly part of the Sith Empire. He fully planned on using the knowledge gained with his former employer to expedite the evacuations of Dellalt and Minntoonie

“We’re standing by for the jump to the Dellalt system,” a bridge officer announced.

“Ah, yes, good. Signal the fleet and jump when ready.”

Tithe turned to his First Order colleague standing alongside him at the tactical holoterminal. While it was not the first time to two governments had collaborated against the Bryn, it would be his first time working alongside the First Order. He was interested to gauge if the First Order’s intentions were noble, or more closely aligned to his.

“Time, I believe, will be our bane,” Tithe noted. “I may have some friends on the planet from my… my, ah, well my former métier. Does the First Order have assets or investments we can leverage?”

Out the forward viewports, the neighbouring stars were stretched into impossible long lines as the Task Group jumped toward Dellalt.

 

[Zahara Myneto]

Outer Rim Region // Calamari Sector // Pammant System.
Botor - High Orbit // Alliance Class Star Defender // ANS "Ackbar."
Command Deck.
OPERATION: ABHAYA RANI - Group Aurek​

When he had first learned about Operation Abhaya Rani, he wasn't very enthusiastic.

There were many variables to consider, the most dire being the Byrn'dual who were seemingly adapting to modern galactic tactics. It was terrifying to say the least, and with the Elder Compact falling apart due to, what he assumed to be, complex logistical demands, taking the fight to the monsters whom devoured more twenty four star systems in a matter of weeks seemed unlikely.

And thus, it fell upon the good people of the galaxy with the means, to protect those who did not.

"SIr, all ships have checked in" the third officer announced, brushing aside what seemed to be fear. How unusual? "Captain Giraan has already begun deploying evacuation teams"

"Have our shuttles been prepared?" the Second officer inquired

"Yes, Ma'am. Ready to launch when approiate"

"Launch" Zahara ordered. Within seconds, the advanced pressor beams stored within the Ackbar's hangar bay began the job of deploying the battlecruisers forty squadrons of transports and shuttles. "Signal the first order, standing by"

 

[Sun-Shin Tae]

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FIV Concordia

While the Concordia was bound for Mon Cal and Pammant with a group of converted freighters, Captain Sun-Shin monitored the other ships that had departed for the other systems. Time was of the essence and while it might seem unusual to see of all factions the First Order and the Galactic Alliance working together. Sun-Shin believed it was a step in the right direction and that by working together they could make the Galaxy a safer place. "Status on the Feronia?"​

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"They've reached the Gand System, and have begun the evacuation process," reported Lieutenant Kenithia, "and the Veritas should reach Tammar shortly."​

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"Good, and our time to Mon Cal?"​

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"We should revert to realspace within the Mon Cal system in a few minutes."​

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A nod of acknowledgment from Captain Sun-Shin. In the back of the Seoularian's mind, she wondered if the Brynadul would show - after all, a large contingent of vessels had appeared on their borders. The other part of her hoped they wouldn't bother which meant they had a chance to evacuate as many as possible before the Brynadul lay dominion to these worlds. "Contact the Alliance, we'll be over Mon Cal within the next few moments."​

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Sun-Shin moved to take her seat and prepare to drop from hyperspace.​

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The Resurgent-class battlecruiser emerged from hyperspace with a group of wedged and dagger-shaped vessels in tow. In the past the presence of First Imperial ships meant subjugation and now? Now here they were working to evacuate non-humans and humans alike in systems and worlds that were so far removed from the First Order's own borders. Most wouldn't have bothered at all, but then they weren't the First Order who wanted to help. "Let's get our shuttles and transports down, where's the Grierson?"​

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"It has just arrived, along with evacuation lines three and four - they're requesting permission to depart to Pammant with the Clementia in lead."​

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"Permission granted."​

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The Grierson was a new prototype medical cruiser from the First Order that began preparations to jump from Mon Cal to Pamman to begin the evacuations there. The handful of Resurgent-class Battlecruisers, typically one to each group sometimes two were the lead ships for the First Order that now established a line of ships to help with the evacuation process. Captain Sun-Shin hoped to make contact with one of the Alliance captains and coordinate with them. ​

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Open to Interaction​

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[Gala Geert]

EQUIPMENT: COMBAT ARMOUR | FEVERWASP (2) | SOHEI | TIDEFALL
INVERSION

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“Alright, listen up. Our coordination with the First Order is focused on the salvation of citizens. Many of the Alliance’s forces are tasked with evacuation procedures but we are special forces.

This means we get the special mission on Cophrigin V.” A few unamused chuckles chorused through the collective at the Commander's introduction to the briefing.

"We’ve had reports that a fanatic imitator on the planet is leading a genocide against their neighbours to appease the Bryn’adûl’s xenophobic warfare. It’s our job to kill that leader and disarm and neutralize the mob he leads against citizens.

The red team will focus solely on eliminating the Bryn’adûl who are arriving and extract citizens to a designated LZ.

We fully expect to encounter at least three squads, each containing half, or a full dozen of drones. Each drone squadron is lead by one or two Juggernaut Minors.

Anything can happen here. And for ten minutes, it most assuredly does.”

With the technology the SIA has loaned us for this operation, we’ll be able to move through time at a pace that gives us the opportunity to undo some of the wrong done to Cophrigin V.” The general gestured, his movements seemed tired. As if he’d repeated this several times over and nothing was making sense.

Gala, who was hearing it for the first time, was inclined to agree.

The pendant was secured around her neck, and once she finished shifting the stone around between her fingertips, she pressed it snugly against her chest. Nestled tightly beneath her armour weave. While the gem’s origin was still uncertain (there was debate over whether or not it was from the past or the future), its usefulness was concrete. Enough so that the SIA’s technology team had managed to split the original piece into several, smaller instances, without mitigating the power of the stone.

“We’ve been divided into two teams for something called a temporal pincer movement. We
are Blue team, moving backwards. We’re what the SIA wants to call: Inverted.

The second team –– Red –– lead by commander Xelo, will have this same briefing in an hour’s time. But we operate on Cophrigin V simultaneously.”

There were muted murmurs that passed through the briefing room whilst tying up the blue bands around their arms. The concept of time was difficult any way you measured it, but to consider moving through it simultaneously while operating under inversion? The ridges within her skull felt smooth.

“Our inversion technology is ours alone. The respirators attached to your suits are specially designed for this as well –– while these stones allow us to access timelines we’re not experiencing at the moment, they don’t prepare our bodies. Other than our Jedi friends on the force, we’re pretty vulnerable.

When you exit the airlock, take a moment to orient yourself – things will feel strange. When you run, the wind will be at your back. Gravity will feel normal but appear reversed for the world around you. Stay clear of anything that looks unstable, this likely means it’s about to move...think like, debris and corpses rising from the ground hyper-fast. You may experience distortions to your vision and hearing – this is normal – light waves and sound waves are propagating away from you. This should clear as your brain adjusts after the first few minutes. For Jedi, of course, you skip all this nasty body acclimation business given your exclusive use over the Force and the relationship with this gem.

For the rest of us, the bright side is, once you get a hold of yourselves, all of the Bryn’adul are conventionally forward-moving.

There’s a murder of the good citizen’s leader that takes place when the Bryn’adul dominion the planet. We let this happen. It’s ten minutes, exactly, after our landing. Everything synchronized to that murder. Both teams have countdown Chronos –ours counts down from 0 at landing, to ten at the explosion.

Ten at the extraction point. If you aren’t there, you don’t come back.

In any timeline.”

There were both many, and no questions. Nobody raised their hands, just looked eagerly toward the airlock as the dropship neared the designated zone and the countdown began.

Through her visor, she glanced over at the Jedi next to her (Aelys ). Despite working shoulder to shoulder with Jedi throughout several campaigns had only begun to erode her malcontent toward them. “You guys just get all the easy outs, eh?” To indicate her reference, she tapped the respirator snugged against the front of her helmet.

STRIKE TEAM DORN: Marae Tavlar | Aelys | Bernard | Leon Gallo
OPPOSITION: Bryn’adûl | Entropy

 

[Marae Tavlar]

// W A S P //
// COPHRIGIN V //
// Gala Geert // Bernard // Aelys // Leon Gallo //

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Yeah, Marae had just about no clue what the commander was talking about.

She chewed the inside of her lips trying to understand what the pendant her fingers found themselves fiddling with did, but there was very little logic to be had when trying to understand the force. The little ridges along her brain began to turn mush any time she tried to understand what the Jedi and Sith preached. In the end, orders were orders.

Marae wasn't brought on for her prowess with a blaster. The army didn't typically trust pilots with being able to hit anything that didn't have an auto-locker do it for them. Instead, the Dantooinian had been brought here for her savviness with technology in case anything went wrong with the pendants and she could, hopefully, be of assistance.

It was almost humorous.

Still, nobody else had any karking ideas how these things worked and, judging by the lack of questions, didn't quite give a hoot to even try to understand.

"I'm not quite sure their magic will help 'em much if they stuck outside all this anyways," The firmly accented pilot chimed in behind Gala, hoping familiarity would forgive impoliteness. "But if it does manage to do something, remember ladies first." She finished, a cheeky wink going along with the unfortunately dark subject matter.

 

[Auteme]

Varick Lechner Eralam | Open​

Could she ever make that choice? Choose between lives, pick the side of an enemy to destroy another.

She didn't think so -- but she'd never been put in a position where she'd needed to choose. Perhaps she had the Jedi to thank in that. Her Order faced only the enemies in front of them. As sickening as it was to her that she had enemies, it was easier than feeling as if one needed to choose between opponents to defeat the other.

The Quarren had chosen the Sith. And now, the Mon Calamari were dead.

She wasn't choosing that. She wanted to save as many lives as she could, pull them out of the Draelvasier warpath, away from the influence of the Sith. No matter how reprehensible the government's actions had been, no people deserved to suffer. No people deserved to be put to the torch completely. She could only hope that the Quarren felt the same.

Auteme, alongside a small cadre of Alliance negotiators, First Order politicians, and other assorted diplomats had arrived. Their shuttles passed overhead the empty surface cities of the Mon Calamari until they descended on the Quarren capital. For now the rest of the evacuation fleet stayed back. She got to stand outside the door with the others, waiting for the Quarren to accept their guests.

 

[Theo Vereen]

Theo was silent he represented his home on this journey to give his mother much needed time at home. He looked around the vessel breathing a sigh of relief that Marina DeVoe had not yet made her appearance. This type of mission was the sort of thing she was usually was all over like a kete on a sticky substance.

This also meant that he could move about without hesitation. His over developed sense of responsibility often conflicted with those of free spirits.

He looked at New Alderaan. New....but yet not Alderaan. What was it like though? He had often wondered about this world and his home. But now was not a time for a tour or conflict this was a mission to evacuate citizens.

He nodded to the group of Alderaani that had accompanied him on this mission, "Reunions are nice but remember we have a mission, as many as will fit on the ships. We can figure out where they want to go later, only those things of most importance. We aren't two guys and a ship. But" his cobalt blue eyes scanned the faces in front of him, "Remember what it is like to be uprooted, be patience, be mindful...." There were other words he could have said but for now this was enough. The tip of their heads told him that they heard and understood.

It was understood that Shoma Ike was among the representatives, he remembered his mother speaking about him. Shoma came from Atrisia where his grandfather had a home, and where his others of his family grew up. He needed to go there one day. But not today.

Without further thought, the group prepared their minds and hearts for what lay ahead.

 

[Aelys]

Gala Geert - Marae Tavlar - Leon Gallo - Bernard

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The mission brief went by as any other mission brief was want to. Or at least, that's what Aelys imagined. While the General spoke, Aelys stole quick glances around the room, the bewildered and otherwise blank looks on the faces of the combined marine and commando groups unknowingly a reflection of his own features. Were they the first operation with this sort of technology? Could they only go into the past, or the future too?

The thoughts in his mind brought his brows into a confused knot.

Glancing down at the chrono on his wrist, Aelys blinked blankly at the mention.

Then the brief was done.

There was a silent moment where the build up of confusion was deafening at the end of the brief. The weight of their mission was unlike any other. They could potentially change the past. Or rather, the present, even so far as the future. Inwardly, he had no connection to Cophrigin. Maybe that's why the people in that room he had been picked.

A leader murdered? Questionable for other Jedi, but the typically tranquil and apathetic Aelys differed in the way that he just didn't care. Any one in the room could die, and Aelys was of no illusion to think that he would shed a tear, or pause in memory of them. People died everyday, no one would remember him if he did.

Before he could reply to the cheek of the commando beside him, someone behind cut in first. And he cast a glance over his shoulder to offer a bob of his head, in recognition to her. Then, he'd drop down, picking his helmet up from the floor between his feet and cradle it against his torso. "Not one part of this sounds easy." The truth behind his words a mutual understanding between them all. The sigh that was on the verge of escaping his lips was suppressed. "Lead the way," Aelys directed to Gala.

 

[Ryv]

Sun-Shin Tae​

Seated comfortably within his X-Wing, Ryv twiddled his thumbs and stared off into space. A small BD unit balanced precariously beside him. It danced back and forth along the side of the cockpit, enthralled in the song blaring from his speakers. The Jedi Knight hummed along absentmindedly. His thoughts wandered to planets left in ruin by the Bryn'adul. Billions dead, maybe trillions, with many more left searching for a new home in a dangerous galaxy. Not for the first time, he allowed himself a moment to reconsider the decisions he's made regarding the war. Was he right to convince the New Jedi Order to continue their fight against the Sith and put themselves between the genocidal Draelvasier?

"Probably not," he muttered. Big Chieftain paused it's enthusiastic movements and looked to the kiffar. It beeped down at him. "Huh?" he looked up at the small droid in time to receive another wave of sporadic beeps and bloops. "Oh, nah, I'm okay, buddy. Just thinking about the mission, s'all. Haven't much interacted with the First Order. I've heard good things about this one, less focus on conquering, bit more concern on peace. Why? You think I should be worried they might try and do the whole murder-kill thing?"

He pushed himself up from the seat and hopped over the side. "I'm gonna go find Captain Sun-Shin. Maybe get a feel for what she's about, see if there's anything worth mentioning to the other Jedi."

BD-8 nodded and hopped down into the X-Wing. The cockpit closed behind the mirthful droid, just in time to muffle the music's increased volume.

Ryv slid his hands into his jacket pockets as he wandered down the ship's corridors. Most people didn't pay him much attention. He guessed the Imperials were well aware of why the Jedi Knight was there, given the two galactic governments' actions. Better this way. He wasn't in the mood for generic small talk.

Arriving at the captain's deck a few minutes later, he paused in front of the sealed blast doors. Nearby soldiers offered him a cursory glance as they wandered by. He returned the gesture with more of the same. It was easier to appear confident than actually feel it. And for whatever reason, he found it difficult to push himself any further. The seconds stretched to minutes while he waited in silence. He moved his foot forward just in time for the ship to come out of hyperspace. The door slid open. Ryv stumbled inside, narrowly keeping his feet beneath him.

"Well," he sighed. "Guess I made it."

He moved towards the captain's chair as Sun-Shin issued orders to those nearby. He crossed his arms and remained standing off to the side.

 

[Jac Yaxis]

Location: In orbit of the Dellalt system, Bridge of the Lucrehulk-class battleship Aegis
Objective: Assist in recovery operations, Beat the First Order to salvageable assets
Mentions: Aerarii Tithe
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When the joint relief op was established the Galactic Alliance, Corusca offered to assist. Not in recovery but in counter intelligence, using the sophisticated technology of the Lucrehulk to feed the Bryn'adûl false intelligence to keep them away from the system which would give enough time to complete the evacuation without any need for fighting. Jac's biggest concern however was recovering enough assets from the planets of Minntooine and Dellalt before the First Order could. But really, Jac was really concerned with Minntooine.

Minntooine sat on the end of the Perlemian Trade Route, opposite to the Core and was a strategic commerce center in the galaxy. Jac was concerned with collecting as much information as possible to fill Corusca's information banks with the activity that had occurred in this sector and anything that they could find on the Bryn'adûl, because they were an unknown variable in the galaxy and Jac wants the edge on them so he could put a price tag on it. There were two things he was concerned about when he took this assignment. The first thing was the First Order's involvement. As one of the fastest growing powers in the Outer Rim, Mintooine's assets were something of note. It's economic significance and experience with the Bryn'adûl was bound to be a gold mine of information that was too good to give up. The next was Senator Aerarii Tithe but Jac wasn't too concerned. Minntooine and Dellalt were former Sith Imperial worlds as was the senator, likely he was here to recover former Sith Imperial assets but he was keen on negotiating if a complication was reached.

As the fleet were preparing for evacuation protocols, Jac gave orders to his men on the bridge, "Begin countermeasures, protocol Omega Somnific 7."

"Roger that sir, initiating countermeasures." Said of the analysts on the bridge. Jac then turned his attention to the ship captain, "Captain have the landing craft been deployed?"

"Yes sir, landing craft are away."

 

[Leon Gallo]

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Gala Geert Aelys Marae Tavlar​

Leon had faced monsters before, some arguably more terrifying than the Bryn'adul. But the Padawan had never seen a Bryn outside of holograms. now, on the edge of their territory, he saw the devastation the brought. The ruining of planets and the destruction of families. Still, it was only the aftermath. He hadn't been on the planet, desperately holding the aliens back while civilians evacuated. He hadn't been leading the disorganized evacuation of an apartment building while Bryn soldiers were in the streets below. He'd done something similar, and that haunted him.

Brentaal. ​

The man shuddered, he needed to be in the present, not back on that devastated planet. He could save civilians from the approaching Bryn hordes. He couldn't do anything for Brentaal anymore. Besides the weird part, the plan was simple. They needed to eliminate a politician who had turned to violence to attempt to appease the Bryn'adul, which only made things worse. They would then fight the Bryn'adul who were arriving so as many civilians as possible could escape. They were organized, prepared and had a plan.

Brentaal.​

That damned planet kept coming up in his mind. They weren't organized, weren't prepared, and the plan was being made as it was carried out there. Leon's gloved hands tightened, trying to keep his focus. Here, now, they were going to fight well. They were going to save the civilians who would otherwise be killed. And they'd do it with time travel. Leon wasn't entirely sure how the stones worked or why, but he'd been assured he would be fine because of his being a Jedi. Going back in time, just like seeing yourself thirty minutes earlier...

Brentaal.​

"Kark," It was muttered, barely audible to himself. If he couldn't keep a straight head, how as he going to protect the civilians here? But the questions wouldn't shut up. He lived through Brentaal, where actual monsters had devastated the planet. When he had gone back, he heard and felt their anger, grief, and agony in his fight with the being who brought them to it. He'd embraced it, let it flow through him. When he became lost in it, he'd seen things. He had believed it was just a vision, but now, knowing it was possible to do so, a new question arose. Had he actually traveled in time? If he had, would he find out in the future?

Brentaal.​

Leon fell in behind the others, silent, dreading what would happen today. A deep pit had formed in his gut, drawing Each breather and heartbeat downward. It did the opposite to his stomach, and the Padawan was glad he had eaten lightly. He swallowed hard, staring dead ahead. He needed every ounce of courage and grounding he could get. The Bryn'adul weren't the Darkside monsters he had fought there, and they never would be. He prayed they wouldn't haunt his dreams like the monsters did. Killing a man to protect others wouldn't match feeling the hatred of millions of the dead on Brentaal. And time travel...he hoped the feeling wouldn't be familiar. Still as he stepped through the airlock and into the unknown, one word echoed through Leon's mind.

Brentaal.​

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: Orbit of Mon Cal - G.A Frigate Peacemaker - Primary Command Deck]
[Captain Teica Giraan reporting in]
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Teica's fingers jogged along a keypad beside her chair. The Peacemaker's concussion missile launchers still had half of their max ammunition, sensors showed no approaching starships, and communications scans revealed nothing unexpected. Nothing yet. She tugged at her collar and cleared her throat with a muffled cough. The captain turned to the viewscreen, addressing the cluttered void ahead.

"What are you hiding, old friend?" Teica muttered, "Got a surprise for me?"

The field of black failed to respond to her inquiry and continued to plan Teica's demise. She watched it move an arm back, ready to pitch a ball of terror. She straightened her back in response and decided to take the void up on its offer. The captain faced the comms officer.

"Lieutenant, patch me in to the fleet's primary channel."

Teica pushed herself off her seat and stood straight. Her right foot slid a few centimeters ahead of her left. Once again, she readjusted her collar and cleared her throat. She took a long, deep breath and looked back at the comms officer. The Rodian held up three fingers, then two, then one, and finally gave her a thumbs up.

The captain aimed her gaze back at the viewscreen and nodded.

"This is Captain Teica Giraan of the Galactic Alliance Negotiator-class light cruiser Peacemaker," she took a breath after saying that mouthful, "Requesting permission to begin a short range patrol around Mon Cala."

She crossed her arms behind her back and waited for a response from both her superior officers, and the cold vacuum of space.

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[Sun-Shin Tae]

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"Let's make sure we're getting everything in place, have the freighters rearrange on the lateral, at Y Minus 49." Sun-Shin ordered, she stood at the moment with her back to one of the bridge entrances. Sun-Shin wore the typical red uniform of the navy and the difference in her uniform from some of the others had been the gold trim on the uniform, sans the pauldrons. Gold pauldrons were reserved for the brass, Sun-Shin however took pride in the appearance of her uniform.​

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Then again, so did all of the First Imperials aboard the Concordia, the right shoulders bore the Concordia's patch and those who were supposed to have them... Displayed cylinder codes on their left shoulder. Sun-Shin had three. She was leaned over the holo table and monitoring the activities of the other theaters. Encrypted communications channel lit up and Sun-Shin put it through. "This is Captain Talab of the Grierson, we've arrived over Pammant and have begun the process of evacuation. Boots on the ground talking to leadership."​

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"Good, and even if they disagree - you are to appeal to the people of Pammant. Otherwise, there won't be anything of their people left to argue over... At least not when the Brynadul get done with them, understood?"​

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"Understood. Captain Talab out."​

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Sun-Shin turned over her shoulder and happened a glance toward Ryv and recognized him if only by what he wore to be part of the Galactic Alliance's entourage. "My apologies, I'm not accustomed to having visitors on my bridge," the Seoularian turned and gave a bow of respect toward the man. "I am Captain Sun-Shin of the FIV Concordia, please have a seat." ​

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She gestured toward a chair against a railing normally reserved for diplomatic envoys. ​

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"If you wish for something I'm sure we can have refreshments brought up from the Mess for you," informed Sun-Shin to the young man as she turned her attention back to the table. "Kenithia has the Feronia reported any updates?"​

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The lieutenant who had been looking at a datapad moved to hazard a glance at the console. "They have, evacuation progress at 34%."​

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"Thank you, Lieutenant."​

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Sun-Shin walked around the table and examined all the little blips that moved around. "Make contact with the Peacemaker, inform them that we'll be dispatching patrols around the Mon Cal system to ensure we're not going to have any surprise visits."​

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"Yes, Captain."​

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Teica Giraan ​

 

[Gala Geert]

C O P H R I G I N _ V
EQUIPMENT: COMBAT ARMOUR | FEVERWASP (2) | SOHEI | TIDEFALL
HOOVER

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Gala only Hmmm’d thoughtfully at the reality of their curious mission. Marae was right, and to keep a positive mood would be a large percentage of navigating the upcoming uncertainties.

The airlock hissed open and the Blue team staggered out the ramp. Helmeted heads looked forward, left and right. It seemed normal.

She felt the wind at her back, swirls of terrain rolling backward around them in reverse spirals. One of her feet struck into a mushy puddle, and the water siphoned against her sole rather than rippling and splashing away.

The drop off point allowed the team enough time to get familiar with the disorienting sensations. There were several meters that were clear, and it wasn’t until several more long strides forward that Gala was assaulted with a sight-unseen until now.

Around the city’s borders, the earth trembled. Silhouettes moved in reverse, against the tides of time in perfect choreography. Blasters jolted backwards as rays of plasma were caught by their barrels, bodies moved aimlessly through the air at the hands of clawing Draelvesir.

A few feet away, a corpse lifted from the ground and began to jog backwards before a streak of heat was pulled from its back. She followed the trajectory back to the end of a drone’s weapon.

It took several confounding seconds to remember she was the one who was backwards. Not everyone else.

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STRIKE TEAM DORN: Marae Tavlar | Aelys | Bernard | Leon Gallo
OPPOSITION: Bryn’adûl | Entropy

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

FIV Feronia​

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Overseeing the evacuations of Tammar, Gand, and Iego the FIV Feronia led a collaborative task group involving both Alliance and First Order ships. Representatives were on the ground speaking with leaders, freighters had been retrofitted to be more suitable to the inhabitants. In the distance, wedged-shaped ships lumbered through the void as ships. Captain Vorgune a Zabrak who had long since pledged his loyalty to the Imperials watched as the shuttles and transports busied themselves.​

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He was glad that the First Order was here, showing what they were capable of. Capable of providing help to those who needed it the most well beyond their own borders. Reports of the Brynadul trickled in and all that meant was that Vorgune would have to push faster to get people off these worlds and to safety. "Feronia to Alliance, status?"​

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Open to Interaction​

 

[Ryv]

Sun-Shin Tae
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Huh, not quite as scary as I thought she'd be, Ryv thought to himself. Kinda pretty.

Not one to interrupt the commanding officer on her deck, he just listened to the orders relayed throughout the room. Her crew worked efficiently, moving from one side of the deck to the other, swiftly putting her orders into action. It was definitely something to respect. The level of discipline showcased to the Jedi Knight had to be the norm. Most of them hadn't even noticed he'd arrived. He made a mental note to contact Admiral Pryce on his return to Alliance space and request a tour. Curiosity got the better of him more often than not, and in that instant, the Jedi Knight wanted to know how well the Alliance's best stacked up against the First Order.

Taking note of the freshly pressed uniforms worn throughout, he winced, silently chiding himself for his casual attire for the first time in his life. The leather jacket look was iconic. No one could deny that. But in front of a room full of FO naval personnel, the kiffar stuck out like a sore thumb. Rather than focus too heavily on that fact, he shrugged—nothing to be done about that now.

Her apology brought a smile to his face. So prim and proper.

"No need to apologize, Captain Sun-Shin. I'm afraid I came in unannounced, so forgive my disrespect," Ryv pressed his hand to his chest and bowed. "Thank you for having me aboard. You run a tight ship. I'm impressed."

Ryv looked towards the provided chair with a furrowed brow. A tingling sensation still assailed his legs from how long he spent sitting in his X-Wing. He just moved towards the seat, shook his head, and leaned against it, arms resting along the top.

"Can't say I'm hungry, but I appreciate the offer," he fell silent after that, preferring to listen to the next string of orders delivered to her crew. It seemed like the First Order took the potential threat of an attack from the Bryn'adul seriously from what he could gather. Good. Any opening in their defensive, no matter how small, could be used against them. The draelvasier were an endless horde, capable of shattering entire planets faster than any other force in the galaxy.

"So," he pushed off the chair and rounded the table to stand across from Sun Shin. "Forgive how forward this may sound, but what can you tell me about yourself, Captain? I am excited to work beside you and the rest of the First Order. Unfortunately, I don't know much about you all. It be nice to get to know those who serve similar goals as the Alliance."