Operation Rebirth | The Rebellion's Rebellion of Jaminere (Hex AK-24)

[Delsin Kessler]

Location: Flying in the sky he warehouse with The Muertos and [member="Cedric Grayson"]

Gear: In signature

"I need a good paycheck after this Jax. Im not morally inclined to help you in this" And even so he was present with all his gear, in fear of recieving a blast. Fighting against the Sith would be a good test to his abilities.

Solon was flying in his starfighter, accompany the drop ship into the warehouse. "I will stay in my ship, doing air support" although it was a little coward, the chances of getting shot down where higher.

 

[Delsin Kessler]

Bug of my computer #2

 

[Delsin Kessler]

Bug #3

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Two Days Ago....

Jaminere
The Capital
Temporary Saaraishash Head Quarters

Hirou and [member="Darth Saarai"] had remained on Jaminere, in the aftermath of the explosions that day. It had been clear that something ran deeper, and with the Inquisition at their call, the roots of that particular tree had been dug out and exposed to the light. Of course, that had in the end, left more questions than it had answered.

Currently unaware of the new trouble brewing, Hirou stood on the desk in front of a console, reviewing their notes from the previous case. They had found and detained those responsible for the explosions that had targeted the Dark Lord, [member="Darth Carnifex"], that had injured [member="Astrid Gray"], the poor woman. In truth the case had been wrapped up very neatly. There were no loose ends, no confusing details.

And that troubled the Nezumi.

These things shouldn't be neat. Or tidy. It was too clean, once it was all laid out. Hirou added a note to their final report, saying as much. They still thought that the entire thing reeked of a mole- someone had by passed Saaraishash, Assassin and Blackblade security. Three separate agencies within the Sith, all beholden to different powers within the Empire.

With a tap of their foot, the tiny agent hit the send key, transferring a copy of the full report to Tai Fa. Hirou wasn't done investigating this. And as a Nezumi it was relatively easy to go about, unnoticed.

In truth, Hirou would never find the missing piece they sought.

No, bigger trouble was going to find them.

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PRESENT
Jaminere
The Capital
Tradeport

With a scamper of tiny feet, Hirou darted around a corner. Breathing heavily, their jacket torn, they wedged themselves in behind the leg of a bench.

It had been a slaughter of Imperial Agents and Soldiers. Hirou had no idea how they had come so quickly, how none of the standard protocols had been seen through- there should have been no reason it had happened like this and yet....

They were dead. All of them. It had happened so quickly. In the scuffle, the tiny Nezumi had gone unnoticed.

Peering out from behind the bench, Hirou ducked back again as heavy booted feet stomped past and back out into the hall. The office, for the moment at least, was empty.

Shrugging off their jacket and leaving it balled up, tucked behind the bench leg, Hirou breathed in and out deeply. They couldn't risk speaking over their comm- their voice was small but it might carry. However, an agent of the Saaraishash always had other options. Turning it on, Hirou cycled through to Tai Fa's personal communicator. Then, started hitting the send button. If anyone was monitoring the channels, all they would hear was a combination of clicks.

Clipping the small communicator back to their belt, Hirou peered out from behind the bench again. If they could get to a vent, that would be best- meet Tai Fa and the back up he would surely bring after that coded message.....

Or they could try to find out more about who it was that had taken the Trade Port.

For a moment, Hirou wavered, unsure which path to take.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Ursula Toher"]

 

[Lemon]

JAMINERE

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SPACE SPORT

There were a great many reasons to be on Jaminere. Perhaps you wanted to delve in some entertainment, maybe you lived here, were a thriving and active member of the community. A Mandalorian didn't have much use here, now did he? That was just how it was. Mandalorians, at least of old, weren't entirely civil people. They had their issues as everyone else had. Although, your everyday man wasn't prone to incredulous levels of violence, and remorseless killing. That was just the way Fett was, and whilst the galactic community resented men like that the Sith were willing to hire them.

An alert sounded in his ear as he always had that helmet of his resting on head. Something wasn't quite right at the Space Port, or so it seemed. Something regarding a certain Empire mercilessly slaughtering Agents of another. The specifics weren't too important, only that they needed to be prevented.

Fett arrived at the Space Port, creeping his way through in an attempt to understand and examine what he was set up against. His helmet activating pulse scans, receiving the outlines of individuals through walls, marking targets- never losing sight of someone. You couldn't afford to, it's when you got yourself killed. The Mandalorian stood against a wall, his back pressed into it. A Carbine firmly clutched within his grip. Something strange about a man who was always ready to kill.

"Munin, Amon." His monotonous, yet quiet voice spoke, "Status." He continued to demand. Amon was a name he could respect, as with his Golden Company. Yet, even still, Munin was different. For the sake of professionalism, however, he was more than willing to let bygones be bygones. If only for a temporary space of time.

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Allies: The Sith Empire | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

Adversaries: The Rebellion | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Ursula Toher"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

Location: En Route to Space Port
Objective: ...Protect Civilians?
Allies: [member="Darth Filiae"] | The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Rujat Aola"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | Everyone not in the Sith Empire
Equipment: Sera's (But actually Imperia's because Possession) Cybernetic Suite | Lightsaber (Standard) | Hermes Holopad | Thermal Goggles | Armorweave Jacket
Music: Sad But True

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Imperia had to admit to a modicum of respect for her targets - the fake credentials they'd crafted had held up to initial inspection, and it hadn't been until an hour or so later, when one of the Empire's loyal citizens reported some suspicious figures lurking around a nearby spaceport, that those aforementioned credentials were revealed for the forgeries that they were. These rebels were clever, stealthy, and, given their choice of target, more than a little ambitious. To combat such a threat, the Empire dispatched its most precise weapon - the Assassins.

The young Knight licked her lips, then glanced over at her Chiss cohort with amber eyes and a wicked grin. This was going to be fun.

As the duo made their way to the port mentioned in the previously referred to report, Imperia found that for once, she was glad her arms were cybernetic. Had they been flesh and blood, they would've been shaking with excitement - something unbecoming of a fledgling deity such as herself, she knew, but she couldn't help it. It had been far too long since she'd tested herself in battle, too long since an enemy had knelt at her feet, begging for a mercy that they knew would never be granted.

Imperia shook her head, clearing away the gathering Darkness in her mind. Now was the time for planning, focus. She could indulge herself shortly.

"We're expecting armed resistance, obviously. They're targeting a military installation, so I'd guess they've got explosives, too. If I distract the targets, do you think you can disable whatever they've got set up inside?"

 

[LT-137]

Location: En-Route to the Trade/Space Port.
Primary Objective: Reclaim the Trade Port.
Secondary Objective: Search for Survivors.
Equipment: See Signature. (Sidearm replaced with KD-30 and Xenoboric Slugs.)
NPC Complement: One FAV, One Sun Guard Cohort (Five in total. Three Characters and Two NPC's.)

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Allies: The Sith Empire, [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Ikilwa Arregai"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Apophis Natuu"]​

Enemies: Unmarked Hostiles (Republic Remnant, Fel Imperium, The Rebellion.) [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Ursula Toher"]​

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There was an old saying that permeated the Core Worlds before the darkness came. It stuck with the Sun Guard during his time in the Special Forces, and the man had seen it come true time and again in the years that followed. When the call had come in, and Khonsu - along with his Legions - found themselves deployed to the surface of Jaminere to assist the forces of the Sith Empire in securing the planet. While it was true that the Empire could’ve done the job themselves, the Thyrsian and his men were specialists.

They, along with the various specialized bodies within the Sith-Imperial government, would know that the proverbial sharks would begin to circle this world. The pinnacle of the pyramid had been attacked, and it was more than likely that whoever perpetrated the attack would come back to finish the job. They had their target where they wanted him, and although he was surrounded by his legion’s and the armada? Well, suffice to say it wasn't the first time in history that a small team of infiltrators had slipped the noose and slain an Emperor.

With his Sun Guard’s having been set to the task in stamping out the seditious elements that sprung up over the populated surface of Jaminere, Khonsu had taken a small cadre of his best in the back of one of their transports - speeding along one of the main throughways towards the Trade Port. There had been a call, made by a shadowy figure - not so different from his handler within the First Order’s Security Bureau - that had sent him and his Cohort towards orbital anchorage.

It was stated that strange troopers in matte-black armour had taken out the Sith-Imperial forces in the area and that they were starting to set up shop. It wouldn’t be the first time they speared into an enemy-held position with little knowledge of what lay beyond those walls, and the Mercenary doubted it would ever be the last. Nevertheless, as the man wasn’t a prognosticator, the myriad threads of the future were closed and unknown to him, meaning that anything could happen.

That was when his suit’s commlink chimed, and a name scrawled in Thyrsian runes flashed across his visor. Koda Fett. That had brought a smile to his face. It seemed that his former adversary, who had managed to beat him on the sands of the arena, was once again employed by the Sith Empire. How fortuitous that they would be paired together again.

Once the transmission was encrypted and secure, Khonsu brought two fingers up to the side of his helmet and pressed down on the activation plate. “We’re en-route to the Port and coming in hot, Fett.” As one structure after another passed them by, the man’s darkened eyes settled on the transports that followed closely behind. “I’ve got four of my best with me, and a familiar face trailing seconds behind.” He paused for a moment as the massive installation slowly began to fill the forward viewport.

“That coded message mentioned we might be facing off against hostile Special forces. Can you confirm and mark their locations? If you can, and if they’re alive, marking any non-combatants would be appreciated. I’m not getting paid to repeat Thyferra.”

Without terminating the connection, as the information the Mandalorian would provide was vital to how they would make their approach, Khonsu wordlessly directed his men to be ready. It was doubtful they’d have the time once an insertion was made, but as the only one who needed to focus was their driver? Well, time was something the Sun Guard’s in the rear of the transport had in spades - might as well put it to good use.

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Location: The Capital
Objective: Decryption
Allies: [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"]
Enemies: The Rebellion

The smell of smoke seeped through cracked windows and made the sun look green. With a militia swiftly surrounding the city and evacuation forces knocking at his office door, Sebastian still continued to organize data for the corporate bodies on Jaminere. He became surprisingly fearless when he was concentrating. Harsh bangs outside of the wood grew fierce and he insisted on finishing the final round of paperwork for the morning.

"Thel, we need to move." The gruff voice of an officer traveled through the ajar door. Men carrying weapons flanked him on either side and towered over Sebastian as he looked up from his desk. Stopping abruptly, he took a breath and pulled his eyes away from the paper. As he prepared to shuffle the sheets and take his work with him, the officer spoke up again.

"Leave it." The soldier commanded. The urgent nature of the situation suddenly became apparent to Sebastian, who abandoned the work on his desk and grabbed his satchel, which contained writing material and utilitarian clothes. He slung the strap around his neck and rose from his desk as the officer escorted him into the corridor outside.

Waiting for Sebastian in the hallway were two Sith, one of whom was an alien species with aquatic tendrils on his face. With his glasses still on his nose, the mathematician looked at the Sith with a slight glare and followed them to wherever they intended to shelter their citizens. He wore a beige coat which was too long for him, over a plain white shirt and trousers which tucked into socks and lace-up shoes. The two Sith stood far above him as he moved with haste towards the entrance of the building.

"What exactly is going on?" Sebastian asked in a quiet voice as the evacuation party moved outside. At least, he thought they were an evacuation party. He seemed to be the only civilian among the group, who consisted of intelligence officers and the two Sith. They walked across the street and filed into an Imperial speeder, with Sebastian sitting between the two Sith in the back seat.

 

[Jacen Vadith]

JAMINERE

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THE CAPITAL

This Sith couldn't rightfully say he was all too familiar with Jaminere, and in fact had only been left over from the parade for their Dark Lord- even acting in an attempt to apprehend the would-be assassin's, or terrorists. Depending on how one looked at this particular painting. Now, the Rebellion aided their sleeping cells, flooding in with members of the Republic Remnant and Fel Empire. It wasn't the greatest of days, Vadith could easily tell you that one. It was now that he was required to evacuate essential personnel. Whilst the Empire treated it's civilians with respect and civility, it had seemed that Sebastian's brain had earned him an evacuation, and a secondary objective.

"Rebel transmissions keep flowing in and out." A permanent squint rest with his features whilst staring somewhat off to the right, outside of the speeder, "You're going to decrypt them." He further mentioned, his gaze and head as a whole shifting to face the smaller man. His face flexing a grin for the briefest of moments.

Jacen wasn't going to prove all too useful other than standing guard. It seemed that this was just one of those times in which someone was capable of more than anyone else, presenting themselves as all too valuable. Two Sith might just be needed, though. Nothing was a certainty in times like these. Jacen's gaze rotated back to the exterior, watching once more with anticipation as the sounds of warfare echoed in the distance.

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Allies: The Sith Empire | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"]

Enemies: The Rebellion

 

[Kira Vaal]

Location: Sewers
Objective: Infiltrate
Allies: Rebels - [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Kirie Ito"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | Tremors

Within the confines of the storm drain Kira couldn’t help but remember the last time she had infiltrated a stronghold of a Sith controlled world. The last time hadn’t stank as bad and was more of a climb then ankle deep sludge, but the anxious feeling in her gut was just as bad as that time on Coruscant. She hadn’t formally volunteered for this task like the others, more or less arriving to Jedi Viridian’s side moments before he had departed the Trade Council’s territories and offering him the option of having other friends strike where the Trade Council refused.

In front of her were the handful that had entered the grate, each of them knowing the monumental task that lay ahead could very well claim their lives before success, if it ever did succeed. Kira had hope though, after all was this not what she had wanted from the start? She played absent kindly with the small silver ring on her finger, a symbol of what was and what could be again. The Rebellion had indeed died over Bothawui, crushed by the fleet of the Imperials after the events at Scariff. However Kira had survived, her mind abandoning the cause in fear of leading more to pointless death.

There would however always be a spark.

The Rebellion was rising again, the galaxy needed them, the call of the downtrodden called them. It was this that had pulled her out of hiding, back into the cause that had led down a fast path of events leading to this very moment where the Sith who had gone for so long unopposed would find themselves unwelcome.

A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. The mental strain of keeping each of the team hidden from the ever present sweeps of Sith magic taking its toll, the area would seem completely natural, no blank spots no swell of power, Kira assuring that their presence would go unseen or indeed unfelt by any tremor that may betray them. “We are nearly there. If you have any gods, now would be the time to pray.”

 

[Leliana]

JAMINERE

The machine of the Sith Empire was ever moving, the cogs and gears grinding along as the Sith expanded out across the galaxy. Usually the main force would've moved on by now, ushered onwards to the next planet in the Empire's path, leaving an established groundwork to build up their presence and control.

But this time they had remained to ensure order was established and maintained on Jaminere. A powder keg had gone off in the form of an attempt on the Emperor's life. But just because one was eliminated, didn't mean there weren't more. Every person that held a distate for the Empire was a potential threat. But none that were to be eliminated, that would've been too much effort for little reward.

No, they needed to take out those that could inspire and encourage the weak to rise up.

That was why the Sith Assassin's were present.

A number of them had already been on Jaminere for the parade. Kept within the shadows even when the explosion destroyed one of the barges. With the SINN drones in the air, and Saaraishash agents on the ground, the Assassins had been able to remain cloaked and watchful for the more dangerous elements. Now more of their numbers had arrived on the planet, threading out across the city.

Leliana had been one of the former, keeping watch for shady movements during the previous chaos. Now however, she was situated up in the rooftops. Her newfound maneuverability helped move around them a lot easier than groundside, plus it gave her a nice overall view of the neighbouring districts.

Even while she kept her presence in the Force small, she felt the disturbance before her commlink beeped. Leliana knew it was from their Intelligence HQ, and immediately answered.

"Leliana, checking in."

[member="Darth Ophidia"]​

 

[Cenric Marus]

Warehouse, Lower District
[member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]

Cenric moved quickly, and quietly.

The training saber that he'd taken from the Jedi Temple on Coruscant was already in his hand, his eyes scanned every angle of every little thing, and his nerves were already tearing themselves apart. The danger in all of this was more than obvious, and he couldn't help but feel very...small about all of it. He was insignificant, here to help, but just a Padawan among men and women who had been fighting this war for what seemed like decades.

Jedi versus Sith.

The thought rung in his mind as they made their way faster and faster, footsteps barely echoing as they moved. A part of Cenric wondered if the Sith would even find them. He knew that their plan was carefully laid out, but in the back of his mind he still couldn't help but feel as though this was all a trap.

Perhaps it was nerves, perhaps it was just an odd sense that came from never having been in combat before. This was new to him, foreign, and he just had to try and control himself. A brief glance back and he spotted Ari and Lyra, the two that he had been assigned to. His gaze caught each of theirs for a brief moment, and then he swiveled his head to look forward once more.

There was no time to consider any of this.

They had a mission to complete.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Antigone Communications (formerly Jaminere Communications Consolidated), Palace District
Allies: TSE, [member="Itash Mecetti"]
Enemies: We'll see
Current Objective: Project Oversight

The doors had reopened on the Communications Hub only yesterday. While the hub had not got dark after it's acquisition by Cassandra and Itash, it had been running largely on automatic processes while they brought in new personnel, vetted by Didact and approved by GenPals. It was the first in the locations that would begin the role out of the new GenPals offering, though that was still many months away. There was infrastructure and security to improve upon first, and the early stages of the beta testing on Maena, under the watchful eye of [member="Matsu Xiangu"] and [member="Six-O"] were still in the early stages.

Other locations across the galaxy were being vetted and bought- always legally, always above board, though occasionally with pressure from unexpected sources when someone was unwilling to sell.

It had worked rather well for them on Jaminere, after all.

This particular hub at present covered the Corporate Sector, the Tion Cluster, and a large slice of Sith Imperial space. Cassandra was hoping to be able to expand its scope and Itash had promised her they would do everything to accomplish that.

And Itash had, thus far, come through on his promises.

Standing in the top floor office, Cass surveyed the work that had been done since they had acquired the building. With the three-sixty transparisteel walls overlooking the palace district, the office had been done up in the minimalist style Cass preferred. Of course, all of the upper floor work was cosmetic. But it was cosmetics Cass appreciated.

"Yes, this will be perfect for when business brings me here," she commented to Itash, currently settled at the desk.

The room was open and spacious and an extravagant misuse of space.

Cass loved it.

"I noticed the Junction crew started this morning," she commented, resting her hip on the corner of the desk. The people who would actually be running the hub itself were Didact employees directly. Which meant directly involved with Tash.

"The accommodations are to their liking?"

Unlike Junction 01, Cass had a say in this one. And while many things could be said about her (most not particularly pleasant) she considered taking care of her employees (which these now were) to be paramount to running a successful business.

Spoiler

[member="Cedric Grayson"] and crew, once I know who for sure is coming I'll include them in future tags

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Sith Assassins HQ - Moving into Palace District
Objective: Intercept Rebels

Some responses ticked in, others did not. Darth Ophidia's eyes narrowed in suspicion as her hands folded behind her back, index finger of her right hand tapping on the wrist of her left.

"Send a precursory warning to [member="Darth Carnifex"] camp." "Any word from the Saaraishash?" She looked at the Mirialan officer as Barlan opened a document from her datapad on the holo-screen. "We have gone through their report on the bombings. Nothing unexpected, it is neat and tidy as always." "However, there were some sections that stood out." Ophidia's head cocked to the side as Barlan marked a few lines. "They seem sort of-" "Hanging." The mirialan nodded. The Rattataki's jaw set as her lips thinned. "The Saaraishash have tightened up more than before."

Had the Saaraishash been compromised? It was difficult to imagine, but not impossible. Force knows she had faced security threats within her own house. She remembered words [member="Darth Saarai"] had spoken during the last court session:

A clean room, bright lit.
Barren, dry and without dirt.
No room is this clean.

It had seemed a paradox as it passed the pristine Lord Inquisitor's beak; now it cast a meaningful shadow on the state of the Empire. She did not allow these thoughts to rise to the surface, but looked once more at her Mirialan agent.

"Rout our communications to the Song of Truth directly, but keep them posted on activities in the city. We cannot afford to blind the right hand of the Empire." "Consider it done, my Lord."

"Acolyte Koushou! You and Agent Sucz hold the command centre. Keep us posted" "Yes master!"

Ophidia placed the helmet on her head and pulled down the visor as it hermetically sealed itself. Finally, the hood went over the top and attached itself with a little magnet to its opposite embedded in the durasteel surface. The HUD lit up in front of her, connecting to the SA's own encrypted channels. With quick strides, she passed through the buildings' labyrinthine halls, then exited the Assassins' secret headquarters. She slipped between the enclosed yards of the palace structures and up a ladder to one of the roofs.

From her new vantage point, she could see much of the city, but kept close to the stone to keep herself concealed. Her presence was baked into the background of the Force, aided by her taozin talisman. These skills were her forte, her trade, and the very expertise for which she had earned her infamy. She was the Pale Assassin.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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Location | Lower Districts
Objective | Purge any Resistance
Company | Robed and handcuffed prisoners, Legion Squad, detachment of SE-K9 'Fangs'

The city was under martial law after its prior attempt on the Sith Emperor's life as well as the other high ranking Sith present during the Parade bombing. Anyone who was caught out was to be arrested on the spot and brought in for questioning. Since Jaminere chose to rebel instead of fall in line like the rest of the systems controlled by the Sith Empire, they would learn first hand what it meant to be under the iron grip of the Empire. Vexen had since then assigned detachments of the Legion under his command to patrol and scour the city for any rebels. Droids have been deployed as well to supplement the organic manpower in the hunt for any terrorists or rebels, though little success was gained; they were elusive and Vexen had yet to get his hands on one to siphon all knowledge that they possessed that could lead to known figures within their movement or key locations.

The Sith General was followed by a large squad of his own Legion soldiers as well as a detachment of 'Fang' wardroids wielding large durasteel tower shields that could function as mobile full cover in the event that they were ambushed, even if it was unlikely due to Vexen's presence. Being escorted was a small group of individuals that were dressed in robes and handcuffed walking in a line, appearing to be individuals that had been captured during the patrols. Like many of the Sith stationed on Jaminere, Vexen felt a disturbance in the Force, perhaps more so than others due to his affinity with the Light side of the Force from Jedi he had consumed. Regardless, it had been reason enough to double if not triple the patrols within the area. Vexen would hunt them down, and tear them apart one by one for their foolishness and arrogance thinking they could set foot in the territory of the Sith Empire.

Vexen would stride through the streets out in the open, his droids and men in close formation behind him, his brilliant waist cape trailing behind him to the sound of his armor clinking along with every step. He'd pause in his tracks as he raised his hand up in a fist, signaling his men to halt as they took up position and raised their weapons. Vexen would turn his head slowly, sweeping the area. He felt the presence of both veteran and inexperienced Jedi, though he could not precisely determine their location. His helmet would transmit his booming vocoded voice like a loudspeaker as he sought to draw their attention, " Reveal yourselves...There is nowhere you rodents can hide that we will not see. Do so and perhaps you will be met with a merciful end. " Vexen's voice was meant to reach out to them and bait them out. It was a simple tactic, and one that often worked on those who were feeble enough to believe that their exact positions have been compromised only to reveal themselves as they believed they had already been found out.

If the trespassers revealed themselves to him, then it would make the simple task of finding them much much easier. If not he would simply have to scour the area and turn it upside down until he found them. Of course, Vexen had a few other methods that could be employed to draw out Jedi especially, and that was to appeal to their sense of justice. If they did not show up, perhaps he would just execute those that had been presumably captured. Perhaps then the Jedi would reveal themselves. Or perhaps they would remain the cowards that they were as innocents were killed and continue to hide. Then again, did the Jedi ever show to stand for any morals? Like their slaughter of the Mirialins, the collateral destruction that killed millions on Thyferra? Vexen always was curious how those who claimed to be paragons of justice could look themselves in the mirror after the millions that have died due to their lack of care.

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[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"]​

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

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Objective: Free prisoners from Coalition Words who’d been brought to Jaminere.​

Locations: Starport en route to Prison​

Allies: Rebels ​

Enemies: Sith​

Soundtrack: This Corrosion​

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Massive wealth like the kind amassed over the years on Jaminere was not gained overnight as though it had materialized out of thin air. Abundance was not planted like a seed to just grow and flourish with the elements, yielding fruit-like money that could be plucked at any time. Most of the time, true holdings, assets and capital were built upon the backs of millions of workers who never even saw a fraction of the type of wealth that the top-of-the-tower Jaminere elite burned through thoughtlessly as though it was kindling. ​

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Envy, discontent, rage, powerlessness. It simmered close to the surface, especially with the recent worker uprisings as the Sith steamrolled onto one of the more stable worlds of the Tion Cluster.​

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While it may take one strike between flint and steel to light a fire, most of the time there are a few false starts. The worker uprising only a few days ago was one such that. But that didn’t mean the fire of insurrection would not rage soon enough.​

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Posing as a simple trader visiting Jaminere to sell rare and precious metals she’d picked up from her latest sojourn across the galaxy, Setzi landed in one of the many starports on the planet near to the capital but not quite in the center of the city. If there wasn’t anything the rogue Force user liked better than self-exile and monastic living, it was finding relics on dilapidated ships and decommissioned structures. So in reality the Pirate’s Foe was stuffed to the brim with trinkets and wares to sell.​

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But the underlying reason for her visit had been came about because of a call from [member="Jakkor Kess"], and in a subsequent conversation of duty, true and pure with no entanglements of Jedi politics, he’d convinced the former Jedi to join him in his plans. “I’m happy for you friend,” she’d told him after finding out he’d taken a mate, a Lethan Twi’lek slave he had freed from Faddim the Hutt, the stubborn Tatooine presence she was grateful to see gone.​

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After landing and presenting her credentials - again, posing as a prosaic woman named Anna Dale who would meet with a few salvage-buyers in the city - Lunelle set off towards a small prison where Coalition captives who had not been executed or experimented upon had been stowed. With the cacophony of the attempt on the Emperor’s lives surely these prefects had been hastily contained to be dealt with later as the capital city began to rebuild from the attacks, if not at least clean the streets up of the debris.​

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

Multispectrum disguise suite
Lightsabre, Shikkar
Personalised Assassin armour
Personal Shield, Taozin Amulet
Many Cybernetics, and a parrot droid

Location: En route to Space Port
Objective: Protect Assets.
Opponents: [member="Rujat Aola"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] | Non-Sith Imperials
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"] | Sith-Imperial Personell.

To Darth Filiae, this was business as usual; another day, another threat to the Sith Empire, and by the end she would see the Sith stand victorious again. She had seen it befor eand she would see it again for as long as she had a hand in play, be it metal or flesh. The Chiss looked far less stoked about the mission than her companion, or at the very least she was better at concealing it. Her face was impassive, perhaps carrying a smidge of perpetual annoyance.

A message ticked in, a request for check-in. She responded soundlessly with her cerebral com enhancement.

However, Imperia's question did bring half a smile to her blue lips.

"There is nothing I can't disable." "Just make sure you keep them off my back long enough. Are you sure you're up for it?"

The Cyborg made the motion of cracking her knuckles, but the cybernetic hand did not make a sound other than the faint creaking of metal under pressure. Despite the light-hearted tone of her voice, she felt a cautious readiness.

Her skills lay in mechu deru: The art of manipulating the inorganic to act as an extension of herself. She had used it to tap wires, open doors, shut down vehicles, even take over a starship at one point. Hopefully, she could take care of whatever threat she was about to face, if there was one. Chances were it was a dud, right?

This didn't feel like a dud. No, she felt something deep inside, like vibration, a pull. One could argue it was simply gas, but no. It pulled in something else than her guts.

"Hold on, let me check something"

She knelt down and dug her fingers into the socket of her cybernetic eye, plucking the orb out of her skull and rolling it around in her hand. She threw a glance at Imperia as she rolled the eyeball ahead of them. She could still see through it, a feed running from the dislodged eyeball to the cybernetics in her brain.

"Let's go."

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Objective: Land and get working.
Location: Warehouse
00:02:00 MET
Equipment: TICKS x2, Wrist Computer, Grapple Hook, Mag Boots, Silenced Slughtrower (Pistol), Flashbang x2, EMP Grenade x2, Det Pack x4, Blaster Carbine.
Attn: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Avoim Oeymo"]
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She had a very clear mission and she intended on seeing it through til the end. She needed to send out a message to all the rebel cells attempting to get them rearing and ready to go, sadly the entire planet was currently under a comms blackout and the only way to get a message through would be to take the comms hub. Ostensibly the mission was to just send a message but Lyra found that hopelessly boring and single minded and intended to go an extra step further, but she wouldn't tell anyone here that, they were all horrible buzz kills.

She was apparently the VIP on this mission so basically they had her in a VIP escort position, she was in the center of the strike team surrounded by quite a few other people, once the doors finally kicked opened it appeared as if they were on top of some sort of warehouse. Made sense not to drop directly on the objective, especially since security there would probably be rather tight. The team made their way out of the shuttle and onto the roof, it was probably for the best if they got off of it as soon as possible as chances are there would be security forces all over this location within a matter of minutes.

Lyra drew the carbine off of her back and set it on, they would need it soon enough no doubt, however she disliked the apparent plan to make their way through the sewers, while she understood the need for secrecy, sewers were not exactly her style, too stinky, too obvious. During riots like these there would probably be some sort of security forces down there, clearly not a big one, who in their right mind would traverse through the sewers, but there would defiantly be some sort of presence there.

Lyra quickly pulled up her wrist computer and tapped away into the cities central mainframe, using the maps and other information there to quickly plot the quickest sewer route to the comms center.

"I found the quickest route to the comm center, for those of you who have HUDs i forwarded it to them, otherwise just follow those guys." She said.

Lyra tended to be a different kind of person on missions, keyword tended. She was normally less arbitrary and less random when she got into a mission, sure she would still screw around, but her demeanor became dead serious, her language much more precise, and her actions, while still unpredictable, more controlled. She knew exactly what she was going to do and she knew exactly how she was going to do it, whether it was the original plan or not.

"Ready to move when you are."

 

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Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"], [member="Romi Jade"]

Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"] directly, [member="Cassandra Paige"] and co indirectly

" Reveal yourselves...There is nowhere you rodents can hide that we will not see. Do so and perhaps you will be met with a merciful end. "

Cedric held up a hand for silence.

The team had came to a halt one the lowest floor of the abandoned warehouse. Security was as tight as one could expect from a Sith occupied world; he was glad they'd planned on taking the sewers initially There was no way they could sneak themselves through the streets, and open combat with the Sith and their lackeys this far from the objective was suicidal.

The knight mumbled a curse under his breath as the foreboding voice boomed throughout the Lower Districts. "He's goading us. We fight him out in the open here, and he'll just call reinforcements. Then we're all dead." The knight dropped down to one knee, and placed an armor-bound hand to the durasteel floor. Beneath his helm, he grinned.

"But we expected the streets to be crawling with Sith. It's why we chose this warehouse," the quiet snap-hiss of Cedric's lightsaber would fill the room. Its power ran low, but its lethality remained the same. Without another word, the knight drove his weapon into the durasteel beneath them, and began to cut in a large rectangular pattern. The durasteel caved in unnaturally easily, and was revealed to have been almost hollow on the inside. A few meters below, one could hear running water.

"Alright, he definitely sensed that," Cedric gestured toward his lightsaber - everyone in the room likely felt it when the weapon came to life. It was doused just as quickly as it had been drawn. "Everyone into the sewers. Take Lyra's path, and start running when you hit the ground. Fighting isn't the priority here; getting Lyra to the hub is."

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Location: Antigone Communications (formerly Jaminere Communications Consolidated), Palace District
Allies: TSE, [member="Cassandra Paige"]
Enemies: We'll see
Current Objective: Project Oversight

Security had been tightened in the wake of the bombing on the Dark Lord a few blocks away from them.

It had been far away enough that none of the chaos had reached their newly-acquired building, but close enough that Itash had been able to make up the individual smoke plumes slowly rising through the air. Itash knew better than most that where chaos was allowed to take root... more could follow, but the paradox was there as well- tightened the screws too much and you didn't quell that chaos.

You only gave it more oxygen to feed itself.

No, Itash had sub-contracted parts of the defenses out to a familiar organization. [member="Khonsu Amon"] and his Thyrsians from the Sun Guard. The core of Didact Defense Solutions was made up of rebel Thyrsians who had been plotting to destroy the Echani Compact.

Their competence was beyond dispute. They'd ensure that the outer layers of the facility remained stable and secure, while this chaos washed over them.

"Their needs are being met." Itash murmured in response while scrolling through the datapad. "See this?" He handed it over to her, letting her read the request that came straight from the Sith Empire itself. Apparently they wished to utilize the comm center at this junction for temporary surveillance. It was a rare thing where the Sith offered requests rather than ultimatums.

But that presumably showed the clout both GenPals and Didact Defense Solutions had acquired over the year.

Three operatives- [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"] and one [member="Sebastian Thel"] all vetted and approved by an Inquisitor of the Saaraishash by the name of [member="Darth Filiae"]. Oh, Cassandra might not be happy with that name.

Yet, it did show the names were genuine and secure to admit, if they wished it so.

"Do we approve their temporary stay here?" The facility was privately-owned. They paid their taxes, kept their book-keep. It would be completely acceptable to deny the request and have it be the end of that. But Itash Mecetti knew better than that and he was certain Cass knew too. While it might have been tempting, there was better opportunity to give them some access.

In return for greater riches in the future.

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[member="Cedric Grayson"] - Just going to tag you for now to avoid tag spam. Once we have a better picture of who is going to be directly engaging, we will tag them in too!