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Campaign Return of the Jedi: SJC Campaign to TSE held Voss (Jabiim; Nespis VIII; Chandaar; Ossus, and Voss Hexes)

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Location: Transit > Voss Surface
Objective: Seize (Formerly Silver, and League) Voss Temple, Rescue Prisoners (Vaeri)
Allies: SJC ( Allyson Locke Allyson Locke )
Opposition: TSE
Directly Engaging: Taeli Raaf Taeli Raaf (Open to additional interactions.)

When reviewing the Rules of Engagement for Voss, Jyoti noted how it was stressed to find creative solutions to subdue opposition, using non-lethal methods where possible. Keep the Proton Bombs and Light Beams at home.

After all, the Jedi had returned to Voss for restitution, not revenge.

So she got creative, now holed up in one of the munition bays aboard the Nightshade, sitting cross-legged in meditation while several deconstructed torpedos slowly orbited around her in dozens of pieces. Four large black nuggets of pyronium formed the tightest orbit around her. Her skin and clothes became radiant as she focused on the Light spectrum of the Force and channeled into herself.

The pyronium nuggets in turn, changed color as she directed the Force energy into each gem, gradually shifting through all the colors of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, and then finally pure blinding white.

Four focal points of Ashla.

Next, she drew in the large seed pods closer, then directed a glowing nugget above each one. The nuggets deformed, becoming like liquid and trickling down upon each pod like molten rivulets. Except the pods did not immediately burn, but rather began to glow themselves with soft light as the liquified pyronium percolated and fused with the flesh.

Alkahest job complete, the Echani proceeding to reconstruct each torpedo in full. She opened her eyes as each torpedo softly landed back against the bulkhead on their respective bases.

For now, her part was done. Allyson was next up to bat, the Ace to cut a path through enemy air defenses so the rest of the strike team could come planet side after reversion. For their target wasn't the city proper, but the militarized remains of the old Voss Temple at its outskirts. Who knew what sort of nasty surprises lay below.

At this point, so soon from release, it seemed like a gamble to trust upon the Corellian against the Sith, but her friend hadn't let her down so far.

Out of love and respect for their history, she would trust her once more.
 
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Remembering Wildflowers
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Objective: Infiltrate
Dramatis Personae: @Knightwatch, Centin Tillo Centin Tillo , enemy unknown​

Once, all he had known were acrid swamps, dead roots, and ashen crags. You can forget the scope of a world. You can forget that there’s more to each planet than the space around shipyards. The umber hills lulled Risen to gaze over them, cloud-capped, in the moments before the breach.

He found himself more contemplative lately. Tarish’s death, the crushing weight of Onderon, Tython. Often he thought of Beshav, but not the others. Not yet. And not with his own squad to think about now, which included Centin.

It was the first time he’d taken the boy along with Naria Harth and the rest. He hoped that the breakdown of his compartmentalized duties would be smooth — he was surprised to find himself nervous, as though showing off his handiwork for the first time. Risen didn’t seem the type to have a padawan. In fact, he wasn’t sure he’d mentioned Centin to them. But the Sith left no choice: if all hands needed to be called, he wanted the boy in his sight. Beyond that, Risen was obliged by Centin’s disposition not to tell him he was becoming a more valuable fighter by the day. If worse came to worse, and circumstances forced Risen to choose between his team and his padawan…

Naria would understand.

She signaled to the door, but Risen was already turning, unfolding his wan-shen with a snap. The two worked by rhythm.

Whatever was on the other side of that door would require firepower. For Risen, that power built with momentum. His wan-shen twirled once over the shoulder, then again. Blue already trailed from the blade as it sliced through the deadbolt. Risen shoved the door in one fluid motion. It rattled on quiet hinges and revealed… nothing. Dark halls, an empty room.

He drew in breath to conceal his presence as he stalked to check each corner, motioning for Centin Tillo Centin Tillo to do the same on the right flank.
 
Peace begins with a smile.
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Objective: Infiltrate library
Enemies: Who knows, maybe Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex ?
Allies: Alana Sunrider Kaia Starchaser Kaia Starchaser Yula Perl Yula Perl
Kit: Lightsaber, force-imbued stick, a spare dataspike, a nice straw hat.

Well this was all very scary.

Kaia remembered a time when she had been trained on Ossus. She remembered when Zylah brought Prudence to their dorm. She remembered the walks with her master through the garden, and the lessons she learned. She remembered the smell of the tall, swaying grass. It all looked so different now.

Kaia stood, facing the hull, looking down at the tangled, knotted mess that Ossus had become. It was like a disgruntled old man, covered in knotted, corrupted trees who siphoned the earth like miners in order to outgrow each other. And the temple, the Sith’s new “great library”, it was a punch in the gut.

Her lips thinned in discomfort.

When orders barked, Kaia checked her gravshute and the things they had given her, and she pushed her hat firmly down on her head so it wouldn’t blow away. That was a concern too.

Shute just before landing; land on the side; ditch the shute; stick together, be a team.

Kaia repeated it to herself as she limbered up her shoulders with some rotations.

“Any final questions?” they asked, but Kaia was too busy affixing the mask, correcting the shute, adjusting the goggles, and repeating the instructions to herself “Actually I-” Kaia started, but she had been too late as they all started jumping out. “Oh Force.

Kaia took a running start, tripped over the terminus of the ramp, and launched herself into an impromptu summersault while desperately clutching her hat to her head.

At least the others looked very cool.
 

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En Route to Voss-Ka
Theme

Objective: Aid a squad of Ranger Troopers
Enemies: Darth Insatious Darth Insatious (planned)
Gear: Lightsaber, 3x Stimpacks, FF-CAR1, Standard Attire

Cas had dreams of today's events. He knew he'd be here for the battle and he knew he'd face... him again. He didn't know how it'd end, or which side would win - all the young Kiffar knew was that he'd meet that blight on the Force once again. This time however, he was prepared and spiritually focused, Cas wasn't going to allow his emotions nor his darker tendencies to change the tide of their fight again.

Due to his determined nature and laser-focused state, the Jedi Knight was not at all worried about himself or his wellbeing in the coming battle. However, his mind and anxieties did drift to others, some of his friends that would be taking part and amongst them his good friend Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion . The pair had passed by each other by in the hangar bay back on Silver Rest before wishing each other luck, although Cas promised to see Mat on the other side, he was still concerned for the Padawan's safety. With everything they'd been through together, it was too soon for things to end now - he wished he could be with him during all of this, but he needed to have faith in Mathieu's abilities.

Then his thoughts fell to his other close companions - to Sakadi, his former Master and someone he felt close enough with to call family. Yenna, his Padawan whom he cared for deeply and felt a responsibility over her not just as a Master but as a brother would. Then there was Nezira, their relationship had a few rocky moments but recently things were... blooming between them, feelings he didn't know he was capable of having with her, it was something he wanted to explore.

Allied with a small platoon of Rangers, Cas was to be their Jedi aid in this battle. He could sense the anxiety and nervousness radiating from these men and women as it came in waves - he wouldn't promise to get them all out alive, but he'd definitely do everything in his power to try. They would be arriving by dropping in from above, a strategy proposed by Captain Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr .

When the ramp for the dropship opened, Cas would see the ongoing battle outside - the multi-colored lights of blaster fire shooting through the dust below. This didn't deter him however. The Knight heard the commanding officer yell out for them all to leap, and without hesitation Cas leapt out with the other troopers and Commander and with the snap-hiss of his amber lightsaber, Cas deflected any blaster bolts coming his way as he and the company began their descent into the hellscape below...
 
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Location: Break of Dawn Battle Cruiser
Tags: Enyo Typhos Enyo Typhos | Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield | Valae Heavenshield Valae Heavenshield | Jared Starchaser Jared Starchaser




Fingers brushed against the clothing hanging in her wardrobe in her quarters. She felt the soft texture of a black leather jumpsuit which made her hesitated for a moment. It was a jumpsuit worn by someone else, a different person to the one she is today. On her shoulders was more responsibilities, all the trappings that goes with being a grandmaster of an order. That, and Queen to Midvinter.

Her reflective mood took her back to Voss, times spent with the people there and the Jedi of course. All the history of the Silvers firmly engrained into the soil of the planet from the moment the first sod of earth was overturned to start the construction of the Silver Temple. She had been there that day, just another padawan among many that would spend years in training alongside so many others. It was also the place in which she found herself, her true purpose at that time. And she had become exceptionally good at her job. A Shadow of the Silver Jedi.

It really did feel like a lifetime ago. But the shadows never truly leave, never truly stop their whispers calling you back to their arms. With this thought, Coci realised that she missed them.

The five-minute warning klaxon sounded, the SJC Battle Cruiser Break of Dawn was about to jump into hyperspace. Quickly she finished
dressing and headed for the bridge. There ready was her husband and daughter, Val. Her hands rested on the railing as the Cruiser jumped.

“How long?”, she asked quietly for the ETA.
 
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Location: Voss
Equipment: Durasteel armour, Saber Pike, Cybenetic Legs, Rifle, M1-NI, 10x Elite Rescue Rangers
Objective: Keep the civilians safe
Location: Voss
Interactions: Open
Tapping away at the controls of her ship, Kat chewed her lip, it was a bad idea to get back into war. She had sworn to herself that she would not get back into it. War was not something Kat enjoyed or felt any victory in participating in. Even if it would help the aim of peace in the galaxy, war just did more harm than good in her mind. Eshan had been the thing that tipped her over the edge and just every conflict after that had driven the point home. Nothing was worthwhile when going to war, there had to be other ways to deal with these issues. However, with all her concerns being out in the open, she knew one thing as well. The Sith Empire would kill them all if they were left unchecked. Kat breathed out heavily as she plotted course for Voss. The old home of the SJO, the base there was well before her time so Kat had no ties to Voss but she was adamant to help the Jedi fight back the Sith. Especially since she heard there were Sith forces attacking Myrkr and its neighbouring systems. This was a bold counterattack by the Jedi but she was going to support it.

M1-NI was chirping in the comms as it sorted out the navicomputer and gave her its thoughts on heading into the battle. "Come on, you can't complain about being left out of the action and now that we are heading to Voss, you can't say it is too scary for you! We got the Elite Rescue Rangers with us, so they will protect you buddy!" Kat argued though the droid had a few choice words for the Elite Rescue Rangers whom M1-NI did not have the highest opinion of. "Stop it, just because some of them laughed at your size, does not mean they are bantha poodoo!" Kat sighed as she felt her ship jump to hyperspace. As they reached Voss, with the Elite Rescue Rangers in a dropship, Kat pushed her ship to navigate the commotion of space warfare, she was going to land with the Rescue Rangers and ensure the civilians were given a priority.

"Mini, take controls then find somewhere safe to land out of the way. Do not get into combat in space!" Kat ordered the droid as she dropped the ship low to the surface then jumped out of the ship and onto the ground. Using the Force to soften her descent as she pulled out her rifle, not wanting to draw attention to herself as a Force User. Watching the dropship release the Elite Rescue Rangers, Kat called them to her. "Priority is the city and making sure that the civilians are protected from Sith attacks or directed to evac area. Move out!" Kat ordered as she moved forward leading the charge with her Rangers.

Today was not going to be an Eshan. Today was not going to be an Eshan. Today was not going to be an Eshan. It was all that Kat could keep telling herself.
 
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Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka | Great Sith Library, the Catacombs
Mind to mind, dust to dust.

Power

As it turned out, being two places at once was inadvisable for reasons beyond its sheer difficulty, a fact which his glaring headache repeatedly and relentlessly reinforced - a solution of sorts had been identified, however, and so in either location the Sith Lord perched upon solid stone in an unlit room, all but unaware of his surroundings and (hopefully) removed from the carnage to come...

... and there would be carnage, however misguidedly noble the Silver Jedi's intentions. There always was, it was inevitable so long as battle raged.

Paragon of virtue that he was, he had every intent of keeping said fighting fast but vicious, if he could. Much like ripping off a bacta patch.

Four hands reaching up as one to rub twin temples, he plunged himself deeper into the realm of minds, into the currents of the Force, reaching out in either location to begin sowing seeds of doubt in the enemy and resolve in his allies. It was said that a single master of Battle Meditation could decide the outcome of entire wars... alas, he was a hypercharged amateur at best, one whose attention was split in twain to boot.

He could still exercise his will upon undead masses of the Reforged, however, could still inspire further fervour in the Gormak Irregulars.

Could still reach out for lone minds amongst the masses, harrying them in an entirely metaphysical sense.

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Primary Interactions: Jerek Zenduu Jerek Zenduu | Jaeson Starchaser Jaeson Starchaser
Secondary Interactions: Ingrid L'lerim Ingrid L'lerim | Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion | Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr
 
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E T E R N A L - E M P R E S S
Moderator
Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium
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Location: Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka, Voss
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour| Shield talisman | G1 OmniLink | BCR-X10 Sniper Rifle | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Allies: AMCO AMCO
Enemies: Mathieu Brion Mathieu Brion | Beltran Rarr Beltran Rarr
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Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil

Yes, Ingrid only recently arrived on the planet because Adrian called her here to show her something. So she came straight from the spaceport to the tower because her fiancé didn't even bother to go out in front of her, the Sith Lord just sent a driver. Already inside the room, during her words, she noticed that the man was not responding to anything. Why was she even trying to talk about anything? Or why did she say all along what she said? She sighed.

"Seriously that's why you called me here!?"

The red-haired woman literally lived on the other side of the Galaxy compared to Voss. Did Adrian have any idea how long it would take her to travel here? Mainly by also carrying the burdens of the Eternal Empire on her shoulders. If she knew she had to come here to see the man completely knocked out, she would have sent him to the Outer Rim and stayed home. However, something was wrong, she had had a strange feeling since she had been with the Sith Lord, she had seen quite a few oddities from him, but that was not among them. She reached into the Force to examine Adrian with it.

She raised an eyebrow at what she felt. Ingrid also felt, through the Force and the Force-bond, that the Sith Lord was here and not. Feels like Adrian’s here and somewhere very far away. She already had a guess as to what her fiancé wanted to show her. Among the many things he wants to deal with, her partner also said he is also trying to be in two places at once. If it wasn’t the real Adrian but the “copy,” she will kick his ass.

However, she stepped closer to the man and gently touched his pulse to see if it was okay. Just in case. Outside, the alarm sounds. She would have liked to have taken the man from here now with one of Karza’arana. Now that she was still dressed for Adrian, directly in the dress she had worn for the man, she had to change into her armour here. She did this quickly and even assembled her sniper. If Adrian comes to his senses sometime, he'll find the woman's clothes tossed in the room, along with her underwear, only they won't find Ingrid here. Especially not without clothes!

"You must have a great sense of being so that I will always be there with you to take care of you when you need it…"

She said aloud to the air. Ingrid could sense to the others who they were here, the majority already recognizing by their aura and Force-pattern. There was also Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis who came in great for her. The man’s feelings always served as a great fuel to her, when she needs to use the consume essence ability. Another alarm, the enemy got closer. War, always just war. She went closer to her fiancé and squatted beside him. The Overlord stroked the man's cheek caringly and very gently, then softly "breathed" a kiss on his lips. Meanwhile, she carefully reached into the Force and touched Adrian's aura through it to indicate to him that she was here with him.

The weapons were already with her, after which she stood up and took the sniper with her and started out. In the meantime, she also looked through the Karza’arana inside and out. She also picked up the helmet part and even sent a telepathic message to the man before leaving the room. She hoped she would be able to reach her beloved man with this if he no longer reacted to external influences. Ingrid also left her luggage inside and the smell of her perfume could be felt in the air, only she was no longer there.

” ~ I'll take care of you too, I'll be here in front of the tower nearby. I hope you can hear me, if you need me, you know how to reach me… I love you, handsome! ~ “

Barely a minute later, she arrived in front of the tower, watching the area with binoculars from the sniper rifle, waiting for the enemy to arrive as well…

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THE FORCE IS WITH ME

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Objective: Infiltrate.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Robes
Tags: | Senari Gravis Senari Gravis | Risen Risen | Farrina | Naria Harth | Centin Tillo Centin Tillo | @Knightwatch |

Battle was where the iron was forged, the soul was sharpened, and the mind became one with the force. There was no hiding in battle. Your training and the knowledge it gave you would be your only comforts, your only friends. Even the comrades standing next to you could only help so much. Matvec had learned that. Trust in the force, trust in your training.

But even so, standing pressed against the communication center with the a number of other jedi knights, the Nautolan could feel a sense of peace washing over him. Despite the situation and the stress involved with infiltrating a enemy location with so few people, their presence was a calming wave that just washed over him. This was partly why his never ending smile, beaming bright, didn’t fade even in the slightest. They would get through this. The force would make sure of that.

It didn’t’ seem like these knights were afraid of much action either. A pair moved smoothly together, rhythmically, slicing the deadbolts of the doors to pieces. While they did so, Matvec moved to take a position between them, the snap hiss of his own blade echoing with theirs. He would watch their backs. A bunch of lightsaber wielding misfits breaking into a secure area might draw some attention after all.

The sound of the doors being opened drew his attention, his dark eyes turning to over his shoulders at the dimly lit interior that they faced now. Tentacles curling with anticipation, Matvec gave the surrounding area one final look around before fully spinning on a heel to move into the target building with the rest of the team.

Glowing blades were seemingly their only sources of light, the bulbs above their heads softly buzzing and putting off the most minimal of light to be considered functioning still. Now that they were inside, the objective became much clearer, yet there were still obstacles that stood in their path. “We know the objective, siege the command center. They would more than likely have a security room nearby that would be watching it, ready to alert at the first opportunity. It might be a good idea for two of us to split off, assault and silence the security room, while the rest of us seize the control room.” The Nautolan paused now, standing near where the hallway split off in three different directions. One would surely lead them to the command center, while either of the other two would bring them to the security room. He had put his suggestion out there, but knew that he didn’t have the most sway with the other Knights. Whatever the group decided, he would support.
 

Aberrant

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Naria Harth Senari Gravis Senari Gravis Risen Risen Centin Tillo Centin Tillo

Farrina had followed the group from their meeting in the light of her brothers passing. Naria had been the leader since the group had been young, as Tarish had told her in numerous messages home. Cato, the younger Harth that he mentioned, seemed bothered the most. Or at least was the most vocal of the loss. The others were a mix of reactions, some seeming more affected and yet somehow distant or removed from the subject.

Something that made the woman worry as she hid her presence in the force and watched Naria and Risen secure their initial entrance into the building in question. There was a presence of calm around her, permeating the group in a familiar sense. Tarish had learned it from her, but only employed it when an argument was happening. Farrina used it to maintain not only herself but others as they began to enter the building.

Her twin interlocking lightsabers were not her only weapon of choice, her hands a deadly tool all on their own before the force was added to the mixture.

Where her brother had focused on fighting, Farrina focused in general practice. The lightsabers had yet to be brought out for anything more than show and tell with the rest of the knights to inform them of what she had on her. Aside from the military uniform that was prevelant to her position from Atoa, the lightsabers, comm unit, and vibroblades, there was little else on the woman for weapons.

When Risen and his apprentice secured the entrance, Farrina followed behind quickly, her footsteps light as she was on their heels. Her long hair was tied back and her face covered with the hood those in Tarish's funeral would be familiar with.

Matvec Triddol Matvec Triddol spoke now about splitting into groups, and the woman was silent a moment. Naria was technically the leader of the group, but the idea was sound.

"If it's security you are after, whoever is most capable at being quiet is the best group to assemble and send in case of surprises." Farrina spoke softly as she watched the hallways while waiting for others to join them.

"Three may be optimal for security to be truthful. I haven't familiarized myself with details from this planet, so I cannot make proper calls here." She was out of her element this time around. Atoa had a wealth of options for when her job required her presence to secure a situation. The ins and outs of navigating the Silver Jedi information systems had set her behind, and decided to sidestep the process this time around.
 
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LOCATION: Voss-Ka
OBJECTIVE: Be cool
FRIENDS: Naria Harth | Risen Risen | Matvec Triddol Matvec Triddol | Farrina | Jedi
FOES: Sith

You wouldn’t think Cato had just recently suffered the death of a good friend by his attitude. It was true that he had been quieter since then, but with a mission at hand, the young Knight was back to acting like his usual self right now. Deep down, he was holding a bit of a grudge. Some payback against the Sith felt in order, even if it wasn’t exactly ‘the Jedi way’. All the more reason to distract himself and the others with his trademark charm. However those close to him would be able to tell there was something of an edge to his demeanor. The way he walked and talked. Subtle, but recognizable all the same.

As they stopped at the intersection of hallways, Cato took little time to deliberate over their presented options. “Well, I know where I’ll be most useful.” He muttered, not bothering to look up from the datapad in his hand. Alas, there was no Yula Perl Yula Perl here to try and impress with his fancy slicing skills, so preferences over how the group was split were of little concern to Cato. “Security for me. If someone wants to come watch my back, I’ll be able to drop their eyes and ears no problem. Give or take a few minutes. Probably. I haven’t broken into a ton of Sith networks.” He spun on his heels down the right hallway, poking away at the datapad as he sauntered over towards the security room. “According to this, layout shows security’s this way. Rest of you meatheads can do whatever, I’ll let you know when the system’s down.”
 

Kingsley

intergalactic bird of mystery
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BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA
(CRASHING INTO) VOSS-KA.
CURRENT VIBE
"Get the hell out of my chair, pateesa!"

Kingsley caught a gleam in the goose's eyes. He didn't like that look at all.

"Now hold on there," he cooed nervously, "Don't touch any-"

Too late. (Just) Duncan (Just) Duncan unwittingly slammed its beak into the freighter's hyperdrive ignition. Interference from the planet's gravity well quickly overloaded their reactor, causing a chain reaction throughout the power systems that shunted a surge of energy into Eravana's sublight drives. An explosion somewhere below them sent the smuggler staggering.

Inertial dampeners failed. They were in free fall.

A shooting star appeared over Voss-Ka. Mystics contemplated what prophecy this new sign might foretell until it grew and grew, slowly resolving itself into a large fireball hurtling towards the city ( Joycelyn Zambrano Joycelyn Zambrano ). Smoke clouded the bridge and klaxons wailed. Kingsley stumbled over to the captain's chair. He wrapped his talons around Duncan's throat.

"Rrrrawk! My ship! You've killed us both!"

The entire bridge tilted as they approached terminal velocity, and he lost his grip on the saboteur before plunging face first onto the transparisteel viewport. Voss-Ka filled his vision. The Tower of Prophecy seemed like it was hurtling towards him. Kingsley screamed when they skidded off its shield generators in a shower of sparks. It was this near collision that pulled them out of their steep dive and onto an almost horizontal descent.

Another building loomed before them. It didn't have any shields.

"This is gonna hurt," he groaned.
 
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Objective: Gain entrance to the library
Location: The Great Sith Library (grounds)
Equipment: Gravity Hurts, Lightsaber, Vi'Dreya Crystal, Ianua Dagger, Chase Spymaster
Allies: Jaeson Starchaser Jaeson Starchaser
Enemies: AMCO AMCO
Elsewhere on Ossus: Alana Sunrider, Kaia Starchaser Kaia Starchaser , Yula Perl Yula Perl , Kaia Vullen Kaia Vullen , Jonu Zihtil Jonu Zihtil , Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex



The turbulent skies and dark clouds was appropriate for the turbulent thoughts of the ship's pilot. The small craft strained against the winds that buffeted its exterior, but inside it was eerily calm. It was an unwanted reprieve for the normally-stoic Jedi who sat in the pilot's seat, he would have preferred a distraction from his conflicted emotions right now. Every second of their descent brought him closer to a world he had once treasured, a world he had seen destroyed, a world he had felt helpless to save.

A world to which he now returned: Ossus.

Jerek should have felt joy or excitement, something to reflect the optimistic prospect made manifest by returning to what was nominally his homeworld. Though the Silver Jedi, with their allies in the Galactic Alliance and abroad, now stormed their former capital of Voss, it was inevitable that their forces would make its way to Ossus after that. That hour of liberation, which Jerek had craved for what seemed like decades —but was really only a handful of years— was now only days away. And yet he felt somber, a hollowness that resonated through the core of his being.

Perhaps it was simply the darkness of the planet laid out before him. An endless plain of twisted ruin, where once there had been life and happiness, receded into the black abyss at the edge of his vision out the viewport of the ship. A perversion wrought by the Sith, who had come to the world of his youth to desecrate it and to raise monuments to their blasphemy. The wretchedness and villainy, sown across the woods and fields he had once played in as a child, now pulsed with haunting echoes of screams and pain instead. Jerek could feel the wounds of the world as if they were his own, reaching out to him seeking note respite but vile corruption of his own mind and being.

Or perhaps it was that hollowness within himself, and the dark corruption of the world only resonated in harmony with his own.

An unsettled Jedi set the craft down in a secluded spot, far enough from their destination to avoid discovery by patrols. The Great Sith Library rose in the distance, one soon covered by the erstwhile padawan and his partner for the day's sojourn. Jerek still didn't know much about this particular Starchaser, and the resemblance Jaeson had to Damian Starchaser was still more than just uncanny. This was not the time to suss out the hows or whys of the young man's appearance, but the blond-haired Jedi couldn't deny that the mystery of it gave him pause.

"So where's the entrance?" Jerek asked. Jaeson had talked about knowing a secret entrance into the crypts beneath the main pyramid of the Sith Library. "Is it covered in plant growth or a special lever in a room somewhere?"

Spending too much time with Damian Starchaser had lent Jerek a whimsical imagination of spycraft, allowing him to speculate broadly during their trek towards the Sith structures. That was a far healthier pastime than wallowing within his persistent melancholy. It was only now, that their destination loomed above the pair, that he asked about the particulars of this specific Starchaser's knowledge. Unlike Damian, there was a chance to get a straight answer from Jaeson.

"Nope its just a hole in the ground about two hundred yards off the property. Looks like a well."

That nearly stopped the Jedi in his tracks, leaving him staring wordlessly at the confident youth beside him. Damian's casual flippancy was on heavy display here, causing Jerek to wonder if the behavior was a genetic trait among Starchasers. Jaeson's answer seemed far too simple to be true. "Really? Who would fall for that?"

"You lived here for so many years, you ever expect it?"

Jerek let out a breath, with a sound like half a laugh. It was furthest from his mind to consider himself an expert, and certainly not on Ossus by any stretch of the imagination. He had come to the planet as a child, and left as a youth, privy only to the relative safety of the Jedi facilities and what information the masters saw fit to pass down. Even Master Beck had barely taught him before they were forced to divide, leaving the boy's knowledge of the planet incomplete.

He shook his head, shaggy hair dislodged from his careful arrangements in the mirror, and some of it fell in front his face. Jerek gave his newfound bangs a glare from beneath. "No, but I...I had higher expectations from the maniacal Sith conquerors."

"I mean, this would predate the Sith right?"

Jerek tossed his head a few times, before his hair finally flipped back in place before answering, again in the negative. If Jaeson was hoping to rely on his knowledge, the mysterious Starchaser was going to face disappointment. "Not that I know of. This isn't where the Jedi Library was, the Sith moved a few kilometers to build their abomination."

He watched as the Starchaser boy shrugged and they kept on moving. His failure to offer much in terms of wisdom kept the Jedi youth ruminating on the subject, wracking his brain for answers. The existence of an obscure well entrance didn't quite bother him as much as how out of place it felt. Ossus was steeped in ancient history, naturally, and while Jerek's study of it had been incomplete, he was bothered at how easily he had been stumped.

Ordinarily, he would seek refuge in meditation, and hope to uncover the answers. Perhaps they even hid within himself, deep in memory clouded by time, pain, and loss. Yet the oppressive despair he'd felt on their descent had blossomed, openly flaunting its loyalty to the Darkside. These grounds were polluted with it, an insidious mixture of destruction and wanton violation that threatened to worm its way into Jerek's soul. It took effort to keep that evil at bay, effort he could not risk expending on meditation while they were vulnerable here on the surface.

Last time he had come with the Jedi, they had practically knocked on the front door. This time, he was determined not to raise so much suspicion.

His eyebrow raised as the boys arrived unceremoniously at the hole in the ground. Just as Jaeson said it, it looked no different than a well or another mundane piece of the utility infrastructure to support the Sith facility. The tapestry Jerek had woven of the maniacal conquerors frayed at the edges. He supposed it made sense, even the Sith needed sewage and ventilation, and the mechanics to support them. It simply felt wrong for his clever mission to be inaugurated from a simple hole in the ground.

"So that's the secret entrance?"

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Objective: Infiltrate
Dramatis Personae: Naria Harth Cato Harth Cato Harth Matvec Triddol Matvec Triddol Farrina Centin Tillo Centin Tillo @Knighwatch, enemy unknown​

Corners clear. Risen sideeyed Galland's sister while she appraised Matvec's strategy. He was slow to trust a new ally, but she displayed skill and carried herself with the same disarming aura Tarish once had. It was always hard to tell what was magic, trying to pierce the shield built around Risen's mind, and what was simple charm. Both were disquieting.

Naria weighed the options in front of her — but at Cato's remark, the choice was already made.

"Security," Risen said. He walked past Naria on his way to follow Cato. "I'll keep him safe," he added, quietly.

"Come on, boy." It would be a task to cover the two firebrands, Cato and Centin, but personnel would spread thin wherever they went. When they had trailed Cato a little down the hallway, Risen turned to his padawan. "Remember your stealth training. Strike once. If a fight breaks out, stick to Cato and run." He looked towards the younger Harth. "He might not seem like it, but he's a competent fighter. I doubt you two will have trouble linking up with the rest."

Risen waited to make sure Centin understood before moving up ahead to scout the way.
 
Senari followed along quitely, keeping close to the group. Needless to say, he was on edge; the last time he'd fought with a large group of dark siders, the entirety of the Jedi Order he was with had nearly been destroyed.

He wasn't looking forward to doing it again, even if the Silver Jedi he was now with were a quite larger group.

While the others worked out their course of action, he was keeping his ears and eyes open, taking up the rear; as recently as he'd rejoined the others, especially after losing one of his childhood friends, he was loathe to leave any opportunity open for them to get surprised or ambushed. "Quick and quiet, no theatrics," he said in response to the group that was about to move off to security, though as Risen and Centin started to trail behind Cato, he caught the muscle-bound knight by one shoulder.

"Keep him closer to Cato," he muttered, nodding at Centin. "And keep yourself stuck in between any problems and them, alright? Centin might be good, but your first duty right now is to him. If he gets injured, you're both going to exfiltrate, to keep him safest." Without taking any extra breath to explain why he was so abnormally direct and serious, Senari withdrew his hand, pushing Risen along with the others as he turned back to Naria, Farrina, and Matvec.

"How close are we to the control room?" he asked. "We need to figure out how we plan to assail it. If we're going in directly, once our security team gives us the all clear, let me go in first, and you can all fan out around me once I start to push in." Confidence, without arrogance; it was clear he knew where his strengths lie. "If we want to go in more stealthily, I'll watch our back and keep an eye out for any useful routes, but I'm not the best with that sort of thing."
 
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They were all spokes on a wheel. Jedi, Sith, Imperials, Mandalorians. No matter what, the wheel kept spinning, crushing those beneath it. Enyo felt no solidarity or loyalty to the Sith Empire. It was just one of many. She had no problem taking its credits, especially when pertained to hunting Jedi. But she had no illusions about her own morality. She was a wardog, making her credits off the backs of millions of dead who lay in unmarked mass graves. But she could look at herself in the mirror and admit to it.

It was not even hatred that drove her anymore. Once, she had deeply hated the Silver Jedi for unleashing hellfire upon Korriban City, for crippling her. For causing her to be turned into an abomination. Now, however, she had grown beyond that. Without going through that calamity, she would have never realised the truth. Before Korriban City, she had been a weak, insecure thing, a puppet pulled by the strings of her makers. Always in the shadow of her template. But then she had been reborn in fire and blood. She had broken her chains. She had freed her siblings. And now she would watch over them forevermore.

In short, it had been a necessary sacrifice. It had been fate.

Thus when she saw the first Silver transport ships descended from the heavens in the distance, she did not feel burning rage or anything like that. Such an emotion was wasteful. Nor did she indulge in pontificating about how the Dark would inevitably smother the Light. She hoped, in fact, that her opponent would be strong in some way. There was nothing to be gained from beating on the weak. Alexia sent her a burst transmission, reporting on her progress. She and the others were extracting themselves from the impending battle. Enyo acknowledged this with a simple ping.

Sith troops were already engaging the intruders. Both would fight, both would die. She might process a few when everything was over, like a carrion would swoop upon a carcass. While the multi-coloured beams of light filled the air, Enyo made her way towards a building. It seemed the inhabitants had fled, seeking shelter somewhere less exposed. Without further ado, Enyo went to take up position up position behind a window, first floor. Laying herself down to make herself less visible, she scanned the area. Among its myriad systems, her armour had a Taozin amulet that would blur her Force Signature, while the Reflec coating made her difficult to detect with sensors. And so the machine-child watched and waited.

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Acaadi had wondered if Naria had decided that keeping him close by was just easier than working out where to send him. He was grateful, at least, that he was allowed to do something useful.

Every time he had faced this sith before it had been in retreat. A jedi master would come and throw themselves before the padawans to give them time to escape.

When the Bryn had come Acaadi had stopped running away. He had stood his ground and fought until he could barely stand. Acaadi had felt as if he made a difference.

"I could stay at the back?" Acaadi offered. He was actually quite good at being quiet. He suspected that Naria Harth would still place him nearer the center of their group where he would be safer.
 
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Kadann kealt in silence before the flames. His mind was never quiet. He did not meditate. He watched the dancing flames, listened to the faint crackle and pop.

His body was covered in a sheen of sweat. It was too hot here. It beaded and rolled across fresh scar tissue. Kadann could heal exceptionally quickly, but there was never a day when his body did not suffer some punishment. The scars would fade in days, but fresh ones were always layered over the top.

The Voss Mystics looked down on him. Wild and unruly, he was not like them. His connection to the Darth Prazitus was enough that they would tolerate him, would offer some teachings.

Kadann did not meditate. He sat before the flames and imagined what it was to truly burn.

He slowly drew himself to his feet, reaching for the vibrocleaver he had been using as a weapon. One day soon he might forge his own crystal, but his grasp of the Force was still immature. A brutal weapon for a brutal acolyte.

His grasp of the Force might have been immature, but the mystics had predicted the coming of the Jedi already. He could feel it coming. They were on the precipice of something.

Kadann wondered what war would really look like. There were enough horrors in his past that he didn't even feel fear.
 

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Objective: Testing out the newest batch of bred Sith Soldiers
Enemies: Cadere Cadere (planned)
Gear: 2x red lightsabers and his Sith outfit

The moment Cas along with the squad of Ranger Troopers jumped from the dropship, a massive Marr-class Star Destroyer came out of hyperspace. With a looming threat, the Star Destroyer started to engaged, lighting up the sky with its coloured blaster fire. Starfighters poured out of the Destroyer, ready to protect the mothership and engage enemy starfighters.

The side of the dropship Cas had just left, was lit up by a starfighter, blowing it up in an explosive-fire. Meanwhile, upon the bridge of the Marr, a dark-robed figure, known as Lord of Hunger, listened to the report of an officer. "We have successfully entered Voss's atmosphere my lord, and the transport ships are in route," told the officer.

If Cas looked up at the Star Destroyer, he would see multiple transport ships heading for the battlefield, many flying to different parts of the battle to aid others. However, one particularly transporter held some very dreadful auras of individuals who's force connection felt like horrific screams in the Force as if they were crying out a thousand years of torture.

On the bridge of the Star Destroyer, the Lord of Hunger, also known as Darth Insatious, revel in the chaos, the destruction and the Force's cry over the death of thousand. Despite so much chaos, the Lord of Hunger immediately felt it, the very Jedi who managed to escape his clutches with a Holocron he wanted.

Oh, how he had waited for a moment like this. Red coloured energy of death appeared in the palm of his hand, which made everyone around the Sith Lord look away in fear, afraid of being the target of his insane hunger. In a reddish-black cloud of smoke, the Sith Lord disappeared, flowing through the Force, heading directly for his Death Squad, waiting for him at the battle of Voss.
 
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OBJECTIVE | Infiltrate Library
ALLIES | Alana Sunrider | Kaia Starchaser Kaia Starchaser | Kaia Vullen Kaia Vullen | Jerek Zenduu Jerek Zenduu | Jaeson Starchaser Jaeson Starchaser
ENEMEIES | Jonu Zihtil Jonu Zihtil (planned) | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex
EQUIPMENT | Emily | EMP Ant Droid (x5) | Nail implants | Non-descript standard saber and blaster
ACTIONS | Landed on library roof, sent 5x EMP droids to disable vent-related security, pink bein sus

Starchaser she knew. She could pick out Kaia’s specific shade of green on a number of occasions, given that it wasn’t unusual for one of Coren’s kids to be running around the Outer Rim as she had. There was a stretch of time where Yula had suspected that Coren had fathered her as well, but that was null by now. The real surprise was that he was Kyra’s dad.

…Did that make her and Kaia step half-sisters?

Alan and the Other Kaia she didn’t know well, but that didn’t mean that they’d be any less of an asset to their mission. The altimeter on the gravchute let out a series of beeps indicating that she’d reached minimum altitude, and Yula activated the repulsors for a quick descent onto the library’s rooftop. The gang had landed within the vicinity of one another, pleased that no one was inexperienced enough to miss their mark or rush their descent to the point of becoming a pavement pancake.

“Everyone okay?” Voicing over the commlink Alana had set up for them, Yula shook the anxious droid from her back. Emily clattered to the ground, shuddering slightly but all six legs intact. “Oh, quit it.” The spider had a penchant for drama.

Taking in her surroundings, the Zeltron spied the durasteel grates of a vent. Crawling over to it, she flicked her wrist downward near the entrance, and five tiny ant droids crawled from beneath her sleeve and down into the vent. A series of clicks and pops vibrated from inside the vent as the EMP droids detonated, hopefully taking out any cameras and sensors along the way to mask their infiltration for as long as they could.

Opening the grate, she motioned for the others to descend.

“Ladies.”
 

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