Campaign Operation: Dark Vergence - CREEPING SHADOW (Sith vs. Silver Jedi)

[Marcis Sorr]

Blow by blow the Mandalorian was pushed back, martial training proving insufficient to handle the sheer advantage in speed afforded by the weightless nature of the azure sabre and the uncanny speed of a Force User giving his all. In a more realistic combat scenario the warrior would likely resort to other tricks to even the odds, of course. A flamethrower, perhaps, or some cortosis. Shrapnel was effective against robed Jedi as well...

... as was, he was sure, that vicious-looking weapon at the man's hip. Clearly, Silver Rest did not take security all that seriously.

Grinning as the lightsaber connected with Reyn's wrist - if only barely - he continued to press the assault, though not to the point of carelessness. He was playing the part of a Jedi, alleged paragons of levelheadedness, after all. "Not." Slash, slash, whirl, stab. "Bad." Slash, slash, mix it up with a kick.

It would not be long, now. The signal and the opportunity. The price was not a deterrent, not when there was so much to gain.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion - passion unbridled, passion in its purest, most ravenous form.

R Reyn Australis
[For the Damaged Coda]​

 

[Aristeia Zambrano]

Location: Kitchen
Tags: Yenna Amur Cadere Onrai

Ari's gaze fixated on the one called Cas, as something was starting to click into place within her mind. Had see seen him before? Maybe in a dream? No, a vision, it was definitely a vision. Maybe. "Cas, right? Have...we meet before? The more I look upon you, the more familiar you appear to be." She inquired, stirring at her drink as she tried to think where she might have seen him before. "Or perhaps I'm still just drowsy from my meditations." No, she was certain of having seen the man. He had a role to play in her grand play of life, yet what was he to be cast as? It was a tad infuriating, but perhaps the jedi could provide some clarity on the situation. Her contemplation was disrupted by the jedi going back into another round of conversation. Her attention was soon focused on Myri, as the woman made some odd remarks. Sith didn't buy slaves, especially not from Hutts. Not that she was a morally upstanding jedi would know that, but the idea of the Emperor of all people buying slaves was...well almost insulting; her father had no use for slaves, prisoners of war made for much better subjects. As for Hutts not letting anyone near their slave, that seemed unlikely; especially someone as scarred as her. The only explanation was one of two things. Either she was a greatly desired prisoner, or this was poorly fabricated cover up. Not that she cared, truth be told the girl could have just been socially inept, but it was the jedi's fault for letting her into the academy in the first place. That was something she never understood about the jedi, they were so trusting, so naive.

Still, she said little about it, her jedi persona preferring the alcohol in hand than the musing of moralities. Rather her attention went to Myri and her overreaction of being told of her belonging as a Sith. Yenna was clearly unaware of what she was talking about. A girl like that would be buried so far under durasteel and angst that she'd hardly be recognized. "Sith aren't cool at all. They just cover themselves with armor and put voice modulators on so they sound scary. They can't appreciate the beauty of form or the natural body. The act itself is where they structure themselves, without it they are about as timid as a youngling." Ari noted, kicking her feet as she kept to her throne on the counter top. She wasn't fond of the Sith she encountered back home, most of them had fragile egos just waiting to implode. "So don't freak out Myri, if you were really a Sith, you'd be like six foot tall and screaming about your dead husband and the void in your life." Grinning to herself, Ari clutch her chest, leaning her head back as she recalled one Darth in particular for her next act. "Oh, hold my heart, for I hath not the strength to endure this galaxy without the love of my dearest. Cast off thy mortal coil, and release me from this torment, or hath me be torn limb from limb!" She laughed, taking another drink from her cup, as she was starting to feel light headed. That was normal right? "Sith are funny like that. So unless you start talking like that, you're safe." She honestly couldn't understand most of the Darths that were lined in the ranks truth be told. They either had extreme mental trauma that they channeled into their powers, or they were quite literally detached from reality; neither of which were qualities she found 'strong' or 'alluring'.

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Silver Rest - Healers' Room
Equipment: Archer-Class Light v.1, Lightsabers
Tags: Caedyn Arenais Vesta

No. This wasn't right, Caedyn wasn't seeing what he was seeing. Sith were here, weren't they? Though there was no attack and the alarms were not going off to warn of a threat. Yet, somewhere in his mind, it was clear that the Sith were here and that everyone was in danger. Something threw him off guard when he was walking around but Yuroic wasn't sure what that was. Caedyn was trying to calm the agitated man but he wasn't feeling like this was condescending and felt his fist clench, he wanted to shout and scream but he didn't want to make a scene either. That wouldn't help his case, no, he needed facts. What facts did he have?

"I saw them, Sith! They are in the temple, I saw them Caedyn. Don't need to talk to me like a child! I am a Jedi Master, I know what I am doing!" Yuroic growled low as he was walked around to the cafeteria by Caedyn. He sat down and looked at the table, staring and studying it deeply as he tried to focus his thoughts. Something told him that Sith could be here and there would not be alarms blaring around. "Hm... Mandalorians. Do you think Mandalorians helped them attack Kashyyyk? Mandalorians keep attacking us. It's clear, they are attacking here while sending large force to Onderon. Onderon isn't as important to SJO as Kashyyyk, this is our home!" Yuroic spoke clearly in a firm tone.

Caedyn asked about Onderon, Yuroic was confused, how did the young Jedi not know about it? "Onderon is currently being attacked by the Sith. But why attack Onderon, we don't even have that world part of our faction." Yuroic was still focused on the table, ignoring the drink placed for him. "We have to get to the archives. The Sith must be heading there. Sith must be heading to the archives. I know it." Yuroic paused for a long time then looked around the place. "Where are we, Josh? Wait, not Josh, no, not blonde to be Josh. No, not a Heavenshield either. No, must be Caedyn. Caedyn, where are we? Are we meeting Asaraa?" Yuroic asked curious, lost in thought again but not fixated on the Sith anymore.

 

[Onrai]

Myra, intrigued at the situation, finished preparing her meal and swiftly ate it before leaving the kitchen and moving onwards to the archives proper. She passed through with relative ease, before coming over to a data terminal. She noticed Vaylin , Taeli Raaf , Ingrid L'lerim , and Charlyra Araano, along with the more obviously hostile forms of Jyoti Nooran and Allyson Locke . She began to review the information within, finding the ease of access to the documents of the Silver Jedi rather curious. For now she would simply continue to cross-examine the data, looking for anything of interest that could prove beneficial in future endeavours.

Perhaps there was information about the Hyperion Ascendant here.

Aristeia Zambrano

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Restricted Archive Area, Silver Rest //:
//: Objective //: Body Guard //:
//: Enemies //: Vaylin //: Taeli Raaf //: Ingrid L'lerim //: Onrai //: Charlyra Araano //:
//: Allies //: SJC //: Jyoti Nooran //: Aida Aquila //: Loïc Pen-Ar-Lan //:
//: Equipment in Signature //:

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Standing watching over the Grandmaster and eyeing the suspicious person across from her. Eyes strayed as she watched Jyoti, the Echani woman was focused, but she knew that the woman had already made a note of the others. If this was another time, Allyson would have sat beside the former Grandmaster. She would have sat close, eyes watching every movement the woman made, in awe for the grace that the Echani had. The closeness, its physicality, Allyson felt the guilt for her quiet pining for the married woman.​

The hum of the terminals that were being worked on by what felt like several unknowns. Allyson didn't like not knowing who these 'Jedi' were. She noticed Jyoti's sneezing, and it alerted her instantly. A wave of her hand, the terminals would start to lock up, altogether shutting down and denying access by anyone. Her fingers waved as she focused on the terminals' internal workings, and small shortages would begin to spark on the internal motherboard. The shorting would stop any attempts at downloading and rendering the device useless.​

She didn't like what they were doing and so focused on the terminals. Jyoti's sneezes continued to concern her. As quickly as she finished working through the several terminals of the Archives, she was interrupted. Allyson hadn't realized she was standing in the middle of the hallway. She must have stepped forward when she first heard Jyoti's sneezing. A hard shoulder rammed into her, and the cloak fell. Allyson winced slightly and looked at the woman that had bumped into her.​

There was an eerie feeling of familiarity in how the shoulder checked her, but the Corellian played it off and rolled her shoulders back. "Ah, it's okay. I was just practicing." Taking a step away from the blonde Jedi, Allyson commented playfully, "You know, just in case Sith decided to come and do something crazy like infiltrate." Allyson laughed as she took a few steps and doubled back to the former Grandmaster, who felt chatty with some of the Jedi that was lingering around.​

The shadow was on edge, but she did her best to hide it as she stood near Jyoti, who was in a pleasant conversation. Allyson continued to focus through the force shutting down every archive terminal. Nothing in the archives would be working as they should as they began to glitch and fry where they stood.​

Leaning against one of the dead terminals, Allyson focused her attention on the blonde that had knocked her over. She winked and gave the woman a sly smile, "So was there anything you were looking for? I know these archives like the back of my hand." She needed to play it cool, mostly if there was something foul at play. ​

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Silver Rest, Restricted Archive Area
Allies: Taeli Raaf | Ingrid L'lerim | Onrai | Charlyra Araano
Enemies: Allyson Locke | Jyoti Nooran | Aida Aquila | Loïc Pen-Ar-Lan
Equipment: Armour w/o Helmet (Hidden beneath Jedi Robes) & Dual Blades

It would be Vaylin’s luck that she’d accidentally run into the person she was searching for. She showed no sign of recognition as she took in Allyson’s face, immediately recognizing her. The stoic visage of a Jedi Master remained as she listened.

“That would surprise me, given the current conflict on Onderon. The Sith have always struck me as favouring violence and bloodshed, more so than espionage.”

Vaylin followed Allyson slowly, watching as the Corellian drew closer to Jyoti, and was seemingly shutting down the terminals around. It was becoming increasingly apparent that at least some of the Jedi were clueing in on something being off. But Vaylin’s focus was on Allyson, and solely her. Someone who was very much not in a cell, was walking around freely with no apparent escort to keep an eye on her.

Either she had fully rejoined the Jedi, or was merely aiding them. Neither was a good look in the Valkyries mind. It looked as though she was going to get her wish after all. Although receiving that wink and smile made Vaylin want to just punch Allyson there and then.

But she refrained.

“I was actually hoping the Silver Jedi had some particular records. Specifically of those accounted for from when the Sith Empire had attacked Coruscant.” The disguise she was using had in fact been last seen there. Having fought on the Core world, only to go missing for a time. Discovered buried under rubble, but still alive. Then a day after she was discharged from the hospital, she seemingly disappeared. “Although, it seems I’ve picked a bad time. Looks like everything is getting shut down for the day.”

She feigned ignorance, despite knowing full well the sudden act was because of Allyson’s talent in Mechu Deru.

“Oh, where are my manners. I haven’t even introduced myself.” She held out her hand to shake. “My name is Jynne Matoya.”

 

[Yenna]

Tags: Cadere Amur Aristeia Zambrano
Objective: Make friends

Everyone's reactions made her flinch a little. Cas' voice in her head and Myri's stuttering was, in her opinion, a bit much, but it was simply her honest opinion. "Sorry, master!" she telepathically called out to Cas as she looked up at him with a nervous smile. "Worry, no need to! For a Sith, too nice, you seem." she said gently to Myri as she landed a gentle slap on her arm with her tiny hand. Ari was quick to chime in, though, giving her own thoughts on the subject.

She listened with a hint of sadness in her eyes as the woman spoke about how Sith usually acted. It was rather odd that she apparently knew this much about how they acted, but she likely had her fair share of dealings with them. Certainly more than Yenna had. She only had one account of dealing with Sith and, while the size and appearance differed, the personality seemed to line up pretty well. Though her overly dramatic representation still didn't sit all that nicely with the little green Jedi. When she finally finished, Yenna gave a shrug. "I don't know. Not that bad, the sith I met, was." she admitted as she glanced up at them. A snicker escaped her as she glanced around then back to her. "Though, pretty accurate, the personality is." she quipped as she reached for a glass and took a big swig of it.

"I just think... that, not enough love, in their lives, Sith had." she spoke gently as she swirled her drink around a bit. "To change that, manage, I hope I can." she commented as she took another big swig of her alcoholic smoothie. The flavour certainly wasn't her favourite, but she already gave her own preferable options to the two other guests. As they talked, someone else came in and made some lunch for themselves, but Yenna didn't bother her at all. She was too invested in the current conversation to mix up another smoothie for them. Besides, her Tihaar was done and her whiskey was running low. The only thing she still had in reasonable abundance was her brandy which she didn't want to waste too much. "Worry, Myri, do not." she spoke up as she glanced at the girl. "From falling, I'll stop you, with enough drinks and hugs." she quipped as she smiled up at the girl before finishing off her drink.

She glanced at her glass and then at her testers. "Any refills, anyone need?" she asked them with bright golden eyes as she moved to open the blender up. "Master, want something? Perhaps, a strawberry shake?" she continued as she started to pick up some fruits around her with the force. "You two, I like. Hang out some more, we must!" she said to the two ladies as she started to prepare another smoothie without even paying attention. Her discipline as a Jedi might be questionable, but her skills as a bartender was certainly unquestionable.

 

[Onrai]

Myra stared at the console, unaware that Allyson Locke had affected it. Her first thought was to try and turn it off, then back on again. When that didn't work, she gave it a quick whack with her hand to see if it started up then. A sigh crossed her face and she moved to open the console up, taking a look for the damages in question. Whatever the problem was evidently related to the computer's hardware, and burn marks on the motherboard certainly gave away that it had evidently malfunctioned. Myra leaned into the cabinet, ignoring any conversations going on outside as she thought of an appropriate solution to her plight.

Realizing that there was none, as whatever the issue was evidently was a hardware malfunction of some sort, she threw up her hands and left the library, headed down a hallway. There was no point in bothering anymore.

Vaylin Taeli Raaf Ingrid L'lerim Charlyra Araano Jyoti Nooran Aida Aquila Loïc Pen-Ar-Lan Allyson Locke

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Well that was annoying, but not unexpected. The head archivist would be extremely busy, as Taeli knew all too well from her time with the Alliance and the Republic Jedi. Accepting the missive from the Padawan, she turned her attention back to her terminal just in time for a sense in the Force to flare, a very familiar feel, and the computer shutdown before she could even patiently wait for the head archivist to finish and she could implement Plan A.

Allyson Locke was improving... excellent show case of her ability, but highly inconvenient. The young Corellian shimmered into existence once she was bumped by Vaylin , the two exchanging pleasantries. What had set off Allyson to lock down the system... her eyes traveled to where Onrai had been sitting. She was the only other infiltrator here at a computer, and somehow, she doubted a border report from Wobani would trigger Allyson to shut everything down.

Time for Plan B... which was unfortunate because it required a lot more chaos and bloodshed that could have been easily avoided. Reaching into her equipment belt, she tapped her comlink to her chin as if in thought three times. In reality... it was one of the prearranged signals for the disguises to be phased out and for the team to cause trouble all around the academy.

She wouldn't reveal herself, not yet, but Vaylin , Charlyra Araano, Marcis Sorr , Ingrid L'lerim , Amur, Aristeia Zambrano, and Kadann were to break out and cause some chaos. For Vaylin and Ingrid, it was up to them if they broke character now or wanted to wait for when the inevitable reports from the rest of temple started to filter in.

Others to be tagged: WelshPsych Caedyn Arenais Aida Aquila Loïc Pen-Ar-Lan Jyoti Nooran Yenna R Reyn Australis Cadere