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

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

TOWER OF PROPHESY, VOSS
(Just) Duncan Kingsley

Spoiler

Joycelyn’s stuff: Zaudraka, Zealot’s Maille, Jin’wodasir x3, SIF-7 Minos.

The sky was ablaze with the coming war, that much Joycelyn could see. Then, her vision was particularly focused on the ball of fire slowly growing until she realised it was hurtling down toward the very building she was in. She brought her com device to her lips and yelled into it.

“Shoot that thing down, now!”

Chit, they wouldn’t make it in time.

She grabbed the frame of the window and kicked the transparisteel until it bent out of shape and cracked. She climbed into the frame and pushed her shoulder against it until it gave way. Metal ground against metal as it raked over her clothing and skin, leaving raw gashes where the clothes were pulled away. She did not care.

Fastening an emergency spool of liquid cable to the framework and her armoured harness, Joycelyn threw herself out of the window to avoid the incoming crash.

She fell, the air rushed by her, tugging her hair and unpinning the braid that wrapped around her head. Behind her, she heard the crashing of object and projectile, then, a sudden stop. The air was knocked out of her as the liquid cable ran out and halted her fall. It swung her into the side of the tower, and Joycelyn grabbed onto the outer wall as tightly as she could, looking up.

“Whoever is flying that thing, I will throttle them!”

 

[Jaeson Starchaser]

Objective: Chicanery!
Location: The Great Sith Library (underground)
Equipment: Lightsaber, Blaster Revolver, and a jacket
Allies: Jerek Zenduu
Enemies: AMCO
Elsewhere on Ossus: Alana Sunrider, Kaia Starchaser , Yula Perl , Kaia Vullen , Jonu Zihtil , Darth Carnifex


Jaeson wasn’t exactly sure why he was with Jerek. The two of them were so very dissimilar and yet here he was trusting the opposite youth to watch his back. It didn’t take a Sith, or a Jedi, or a Zeltron, or any other type of mind reader to figure out that Jerek was in a state of emotional upheaval. To Jaeson it seemed very un-jedi-like given that he was taught Jedi were barely a step removed from droids in the emotions department, then again most of the Jedi he’d met in his days out in the greater galaxy since then have been emotional enough that perhaps it was just propaganda. Not a pleasant thought.

There was no time for introspection though, Jaeson had a job to do, he’d paid good money for the information he had and knew he had to move quickly to obtain any possible wealth from it. Was it greedy? Sure but no more than he normally was. Was he using Jerek and his emotional connection to this place? Absolutely, but Jerek was using him too. Like any good relationship they were both getting satisfaction from the bargain struck.

They approached the well and Jaeson smiled. Calling it a well was a bit of a misnomer, it was more like a drainage culvert or aqueduct designed, by Jae’s estimation, to funnel water to cisterns for cleaning, purifying, and eventually consumption. The structure itself was built from natural stone to help its appearance match the ancient structures of the planet, but with a keen eye one could tell it was newer than intended. “I think this is the place,” Jaeson responded to Jerek as he walked to the side and looked down.

Putting a flashlight into his mouth and tying off a rope near the opening he began to descend into the well looking around as he letting the light hit the walled off surface. It wasn’t that far, perhaps fifty meters, before the well began to open up, the short shaft being replaced by a large cistern bulging out like the base of a root vegetable.

As he approached the water below he had to swing on the rope to reach a catwalk that held itself over the water below. Once he landed he tied the end of the rope off onto one of the safety railings and whistles for Jerek to follow, hoping the boy would safely slide down the rope straight to the catwalk. Jaeson however didn’t wait to see what inevitable showboating would follow. Instead he took the torch out of his mouth and started walking along the catwalk skirting the edge of the cistern. He kept the light in the walls and examined the ancient emulating facade. Great attention was paid to the stone work to try and make it appear to be old and imposing and a certain foreboding emanate from the surface.

As he walked his paces he searched and finally found what he was looking for. On the south facing of the well wall was an anomaly. The bricks created a seam line that looked like a zipper on a jacket where the layers weren’t properly stacked. Shoddy craftsmanship perhaps but more likely a sign that the area had been bricked up after the initial construction.

“Found you,” Jaeson said with a gleam in his eye. He could practically taste ancient manuscripts and holocron treasures. Putting the handheld torch back into mouth he began to probe the seam letting his fingers work their way into cracks and pushing along the surface.

Finding the sweet spot Jae then pushed and almost let out an audible laugh as the stone gave way in front of him. The wall started to fall and revealed a passage of metal walls and power cables. The facade fell revealing the maintenance shaft and secret entrance, or more likely escape tunnel.

“See,” Jaeson said turning to look at Jerek. “I told you that you could trust me.”

The smug smile on his face at that moment was far from trusting….

 

[Kaia Vullen]

Objective: Infiltrate library
Enemies: Darth Carnifex
Allies: Alana Sunrider Kaia Starchaser Yula Perl
Kit: Lightsaber, force-imbued stick, a spare dataspike, a nice straw hat.

When Kaia finally managed to sort herself out in air, her.. thing began to beep alarmingly. What was it called? Shoot? Gravshoot? Something like that. She slapped it frantically with her non-hat-and-stick-holding hand until she found the correct button to touch and tried her hardest to keep herself from meeping when it slowed her descent. Her feet touched down on the obsidian, which cracked under their feet.

She had spent ten years among cauldrons, spirits, and wild animals as she sequestered herself from the affairs of the world under the vow of Barash. The tech-savvy girl she had once been was long behind her and much outdated.

Kaia landed on the very edge of their drop zone, flailing her arms for a moment before planting her stick into the ground to keep herself from toppling over onto the broken glass-like substance. A breath of release lowered her shoulders

“Yeah, we’re alright.” she answered Yula’s comlink.

Crouching a little, she crept closer to the edge, balancing on the very edge to get a good vantage point of their surroundings. They were asked not to use the Force, but Kaia’s vision was entirely dependent on the Force. However, she had also learned to bake her presence into the background for cases just like these.

It had been a big part of her ascension to knighthood in fact.

“Great job.”

Kaia grinned at Yula with her entire being, then slipped into the vent surprisingly quietly. She stretched as long as she was when she fell, then ducked into a forward roll when she landed, moving as softly as a loth cat and making barely more sound than a falling bale of yarn, even while holding a stick.

Inside she could see, not just through the darkness, but through walls and floors. There was a person a floor down, working on something. The person was teeming with irritation, but not outright aggression, like he was asked to do something inconvenient that clearly did not have a fruitful outcome.

“It’s clear, but not forever. Quick.”

Kaia set to snaking her way down the vent to give the others room, moving surprisingly quickly in the confined space.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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Aboard SJC Battle Cruiser Break of Dawn
Allies: Coci Heavenshield | Valae Heavenshield
Enemies: Darth Prazutis

Thurion turned to his wife and their adopted daughter Val. He'd hoped to convince her to remain on Midvinter while he and Coci rode off to war, but she proved herself his child by demonstrating that same level of determination and devotion to come to the aid of Voss in the hopes of liberating the former capital of the Order; where he had cemented the Silver Jedi's place in the galaxy, and where she'd chosen to give it up for a safer base of operations closer to the Core.

It was not something he ever blamed her for. The Silvers needed a fresh start elsewhere; they'd become bloated and disorganised in the years since his retirement, and needed to regroup and begin anew. Like a flower wiltering with the coming of winter, only for its seeds to take root and later blossom the next spring.

It had been a difficult choice to make, but she'd seen it through to the end. And now, the Order was arguably stronger than ever because of her crucial first step.

As his wife sidled up to him, he put an arm around her to share the moment of witnessing Voss after so long.

"Takes you back, doesn't it," he leaned his head against hers.

It was a peaceful moment that would not last long.

"Captain, the Sith defense fleet have detected our approach. They are moving to intercept."

"Stay the course, Lieutenant," the captain maintained his cool as several more frigates and cruisers appeared alongside them, they too coming out of hyperspace. Among them was the Deliverer carrying Captain Beltran Rarr of the Antarian Rangers and his company. "We are not alone in this fight."

The captain then turned to Thurion and nodded, giving the signal. He returned the nod and stepped over to the comms station, activating long-range holocomms. Broadcasting on every known Voss frequency, all who chose to answer the hail would be greeted by the appearance of a familiar face.

"Good people of the planet of Voss, this is Jedi Master Thurion Heavenshield aboard the battle cruiser Break of Dawn. A long time ago, the Silver Jedi and the Voss stood as one against the dark forces of the Sith for many years, sharing hardships and great victories alike. We lived in harmony and respect, not in oppression and mistrust. I return to you this day, so that once more the people of Voss may thrive and prosper, unshakled by the yoke of the Empire."

"To anyone listening, all I ask of you is this: Do not take up arms. Do not rise up or revolt. Stand down and reclaim your neutrality. Allow us to drive out the Sith and reinstate your mystics as leaders of this world. Trust in the Force, as you once trusted in me."

Once the message had been delivered, Thurion turned to the captain of the ship. "Should any Voss ship choose to fire on us, respond only with non-lethal weapons. Pacify their ships and keep them out of the fight. We are here as liberators, not conquerors."

"Aye, it will be done." The captain offered the trio of Jedi Masters a salute. "May the Force be with you, Grandmasters Heavenshield."

Looking to Coci and Valae, he offered a reassuring smile. "It is time."

Stepping off the bridge and leading them through the mighty vessel towards the main hangar bay, stepping out onto a platform elevated above the vast hold they were greeted by the cheers and chants of thousands of Valkyri warriors, eager for battle against such a worthy foe. Each of these warriors were also trained pilots of great suits of power armour brought from Midvinter, as part of a project first initiated by his brother Thyrian. 10,000 such suits were now brought to cease Imperial occupation of Voss, designed to combat the advanced technology of the Empire or anyone else seeking to lord over their homeworld.

Today, the Judgement lives again.

"If only he were here to see this," he looked on with awe at the force arrayed before them. The platform they stood on descended towards the floor below, so that they may walk among their people.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Objective: Get Library Card
Team: Alana Sunrider Yula Perl Kaia Vullen
Others?: Jerek Zenduu Jaeson Starchaser
Gear: Bio, but lightsaber, light whip, songsteel armor (light), blaster, and Drifter


As the order came to jump, Kaia made to step into he void below. She had done t least one of these, and was flashing back, in her head, to tales of her father. He had been in a jump much like this, against a similar foe, and was attacked, causing him to lose his arm. She remembered the holoflick of it, a half-Vong half-human Sith attacking him, Coren Starchaser fighting the monster off to protect his team. Winning the fight in mid air but losing his arm, and having to navigate his gravchute jump while bleeding, and cauterizing his own arm with his lightsaber.

At least, that was how the holoflick said it, though the true story was more gruesome and a degree more excellent.

As the chute did its work and Kaia landed, not too far off from where step-half-once-removed-sister Yula was, Drifter popped off her back and floated, albeit low, near Kaia. Patting the droid, she smiled. “I need you to keep rear guard for us, ok? I’ll be back there, but we’re not using all our tools, not yet. So you need to scan around, ok?” She spoke to Drifter in a bit of a calm voice. He was a good droid, more at home on a starship, like her, but on planet, the droid was repurposed enough to have a nervous programming, despite being, in fact, a probe droid.

“I’ve got the back of the line.” She stated to Yula in a hushed tone. The Warden had perhaps the highest amount of weapons shes ever carried at one time, thankfully, though, they were mostly light weapons, her saber, her whip, and a blaster pistol. She was here to help infiltrate, not take down an entire library.

Though, wasn’t this place flooded once? She wondered how much water damage there was. Could she pull a Bugs Bunny and try to sell insurance if they were caught?

No, but… maybe?

Still, she was going to follow behind, her and Drifter.

 

[Caden Evesa]

Objective: Retake Voss? Survive? Figure out why you're here?
Tag: Amani Serys

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Voss.

Someone had once told him that it was the former home of the Silver Jedi. Caden hadn't called himself a Silver Jedi in a while but when the news had reached him that the Silver Jedi were moving against the Sith to retake their home, it left the young man conflicted.

On one hand, he still cared for the Silver Jedi. They had shaped him as a youth, introduced him to the force and introduced him to what it meant to care. They were the true reason that he hadn't snapped under the depression of his and Okkeus' fallout.

Yet on the other, he had very much left the order. He had abandoned them, didn't deserve to call himself a Jedi. He was nothing close to a Jedi, he had allowed his best friend to fall to the darkness. It was entirely his own fault and he felt responsible.

The decision to come to Voss hadn't been taken lightly.

Caden stepped from the ship. He had flown casually onto the planet, pretended to just be a simple regular guy. He had no Silver Jedi markings, no connection to them at a glance. It made getting onto Voss a much easier task than it otherwise would have been.

He was a liberator, not an oppressor. He wasn't on Voss to start a war, he was on Voss to end one. His goal was to meet up with Damian Starchaser , Mathieu Brion , anyone who he knew who would give him guidance and tell him where to go and where to fight.

His lightsaber sat on his hip, his LPD-11 Heavy Blaster Pistol opposite. His wrists were adorned, his Hololink XJ9 on one and his Chase Spymaster on the other. He had his Theia glasses on his robes, ready to be adorned if he needed them.

For the first time in years he was wearing his Silver Jedi Robes, his Jal Shey Belt around his waist. He was tempted to have Chirp along with him, yet had instead decided to leave the small and loud droid on the ship. The droid was a very big give away.

His time on Mustafar had been insightful, the time he had spent among The Blackguard had helped him teach numerous things, numerous skills that a force user could access. It had made him realize that his abandonment of The Silver Jedi wasn't smart.

He walked, and just hoped he could come across someone.

 

[Centin Tillo]

Location: Voss-Ka
Objective: Break into security
Allies: Naria Harth Cato Harth Farrina Matvec Triddol Risen Senari Gravis
Enemies: Sith

The tip of his blade extended outwards, threatening to impale anything that might suddenly appear from the darkness. He waited impatiently as the knights around him deliberated who would get sent where.

Security?

Of course they’d stick him away from the main action. He loathed the lack of faith they always had in his abilities. He’d already faced down multiple Sith warriors in combat and survived! Sure, he had more or less lost most of the fights. But he was stronger now. He’d even managed to land a hit on his master not too long ago.

Security.

With a stifled sigh from the padawan the trio set off, Risen lagging behind slightly to speak with Senari. As instructed, Centin kept pace with Cato. He’d never met most of the knights here personally but he’d heard bits and pieces about all of them. From what he’d gathered, Cato was one of the techies.

“So, what do you think we’re in for here? I doubt they’d leave the security room without some Sith to watch over it, right?” he asked the knight, unable to keep a hint of excitement out of his voice. The boy was itching to put his training to the test in a real capacity. He looked the figure up and down before a sudden realization dawned on him. The knight he was looking at couldn’t be any older than, well, himself. “Wait a second, how old are you? Don’t tell me they let someone who’s barely older than me become a knight!”

Their uneventful march continued and before long he caught a glimpse of a closed set of doors that appeared to be unguarded.

It can’t be this easy.

He moved quickly to brace against the wall, taking up a position to the right of the door. His vibroblade was readied and he waited for further instructions.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: Onboard the Chariot-Class Transport Frigate Deliverer, en-route to Voss
Objective: Give briefing, begin deploying troops to Voss-Ka
Allies: SJC and allied personnel, Mathieu Brion
Enemies: The Sith and allied personnel, eventually engaging Ingrid L'lerim
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II Combat Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Lightsaber Pike (strapped to back), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot)

Commanding: Paladin Company (150 Rangers)

"Stun bolts only! Stun bolts only! Don't risk harming the civilians!"​

Jedi Mathieu Brion 's voice came over the coms so loud, Beltran had to wince a little. Raising his rifle, Beltran fired off several shots at an advancing Sith patrol. All around him, the beings of Paladin Company were running to cover, dodging and weaving between the sporadic blaster fire being levelled at them by the city's defenders.

Several of his Rangers, armed with precision support rifles, had landed on the roofs of various buildings and began to place well-aimed blaster bolts into the suddenly beleaguered Sith garrison. This served the purpose of forcing the enemy onto the defensive, giving Beltran and the others who'd landed on the ground time to get into their assigned strike groups.

"Captain," Came the growling voice of Lieutenant Mrwar-the platoon commander for second platoon and Beltran's second in command, his coarse voice full of humor. "Do you want to tell him, or shall I?"

"Just do your job," Beltran replied curtly as he crouch-walked over to where young Jedi Brion's position. He wouldn't have one of his men disrespect the young Jedi in that manner. It wasn't professional.

"Copy."

Upon reaching him, Beltran would place a hand gently on the Jedi's shoulder and speak, using his vox modulator so that only the two of them would hear. "Stun blasts don't work in at these ranges," Beltran said gently. "And odds are, they won't make it through the Sith Legionnaires' armor anyway. But don't worry, my people know what they're doing."

All around them, Beltran's people proved his point.

While they engaged the enemy, they never did so unless they had a clear shot. And when they had a clear shot, they almost never missed. The Antarian Rangers had long held a reputation for keeping civilians safe in war zones, and they did this by generally being better shots than the Sith rank and file.

In addition, no explosives were being used and no weapons heavier than a blaster or pulse rifle. Periodically, a grenade would be thrown-but those were of the stun variety.

"The gate strike team is assembled, Captain." Said Lieutenant Mrwar over the coms a moment later.

"Good," Beltran replied. "Get after it, Lieutenant. And good hunting."

"You too, sir."

With that, the seventy or so Rangers of second and forth platoons peeled away from the main group and began to fight their way toward the walls of the city. Beltran knew that they were in good hands and if anyone could open a passage for the Silver Jedi forces landing outside the city, it would be them. Turning his attention back to the Tower of Prophecy, Beltran felt a cold shiver run over him.

"There's a darkness there." He said, absently out loud. "I feel it. We're being watched by something...someone." Beltran had given up trying to explain the sensations that the Force gave him, so he offered no further exposition. Jedi Brion, he suspected, would know what he was talking about. Likely even better than the Lorrdian did. "First and third platoons," Beltran commed a moment later. "Advance."

With the fire-teams on the roofs providing cover, the Rangers moved forward-spreading out over an area of two or so blocks and moving through the city, up the hill toward the tower. With the Jedi at his side, Beltran would direct the advance of his troops. Periodically Beltran would take a shot or two of opportunity, but primarily he relied on the skill of the Jedi to ward off incoming fire. The job of a Captain in combat was to direct more than it was to kill. He needed to see what the enemy was doing and make sure his people were properly positioned to thwart their plans.

Besides, he knew that he would get his chance to shed Sith blood soon enough.

"Once we get in, watch your fire. Do not harm the Voss Mystics unless absolutely necessary."​

"Understood," Beltran replied as they arrived at the gates protecting the Tower. His troopers forming a protective circle around them. "Do you think our sabers could cut through?" He asked the Jedi. "Or should we use breaching charges?" Were it Beltran's choice, he would have gone straight for the charges-but he recognized that the other man had a valid point. Killing or harming the mystics, or causing undue damage to the Tower would likely turn the populace against them and make all of this that much harder.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Voss-ka, Tower of Prophecy
Objective: Enjoy a book while she waits for a destiny's call
Allies: Sith Empire
Enemies: Jyoti Nooran Allyson Locke (eventually)

Equipment: In signature, plus a book

She was simply waiting.

The currents within the Force told her that, in one way or another, the one she was waiting for would find her. She could sense it, and they had so much to talk about. Her Lord Inquisitor had become absentee, which was not good for her long term holding of the position, but that didn't matter at the moment. No, what mattered was the young Corellian she had been building a slow rapport with, a soft gentle handle to guide her down into darkness. Well, it would seem a different tact would be needed as Allyson had gone back to the Alliance, to the Silvers.

She had found a nice bench into the Tower of Prophecy to read on, even as the Silver Jedi arrived to retake the world that had once been their capital. It didn't matter to her if they retook it or not. She had studied all she needed from the Voss Mystics on their visions, on their traditions and rituals. Another set of knowledge for the Lady of Secrets.

Today, she was going to give away one of those secrets. A gentle nudge, well perhaps not so gentle if a fight erupted, but a nudge all the same on a path of... discovery. Next to her, a datapad sat, containing what she planned to reveal to the young girl. In her right hand... a book on the wildlife of the planet and the changes that occurred between the species in the Nightmare lands and in more... peaceful environments. It was a fascinating read.

 

[(Just) Duncan]

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Location: Voss-Ka
Action: CRASHING
People of Interest: Kingsley Joycelyn Zambrano
Allies: Ostensibly SJO

If you had asked, Duncan couldn't have told you what 'foretold' meant. Of course, you would have been the one asking a goose about vocabulary and really, who would have been the silly one then?

Whether it actually understood basic or not was up for debate. The way it cocked its head at the other birdthing's demand made it seem unlikely. But then, one never really knew with geese. It could have been a 'are you seriously trying to command me to do anything' cock as certainly as it could have been a 'I have no idea what you are saying' cock.

Regardless of understanding however, the two birds, in their brilliant star of destruction, were indeed foretold.

The tilting of the bridge was the only thing that saved Kingsley from a series of pecks right into his eyes. As it was, Duncan's beak wiffed through the empty air, too close for comfort if it hadn't been for the fact that they were crashing and Kingsley suddenly had much bigger things to worry about. For a moment, Duncan's wings spread and it almost hovered in the air, weightless as the speed of the descent hit critical.

"This is gonna hurt."

As the ship came barreling toward the building (a water treatment plant, not that Duncan could read the signs), Duncan brought its wings together in a sharp fwap in front of it. Whether the goose was expecting the cushion of air to surround them both and protect them by and large from the impact was anyone's guess. Deliberate force use or accidental? It didn't seem to phase the goose, but then, the crashing ship hadn't either and that had certainly been unexpected.

Hadn't it?

The ship plowed right into the treatment plant at a speed great enough to shatter walls, bring down part of the roof, and utterly destroy a primary water main, sending a geyser of water ten meters into the air to mark their landing.

Honk.

Duncan sounded satisfied as it shook out its feathers and hopped down from the Captain's chair to start waddling toward the large hole torn in the hull.

Someone's destiny awaited.

It probably wasn't Duncan's.

 

[Cadere]

Voss' Surface
Theme
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Objective: Attack a Command Centre
Enemies: Darth Insatious (planned)
Gear: Lightsaber, 3x Stimpacks, FF-CAR1, Standard Attire

The dropship was immediately lit up by enemy starfighters as soon as he and the squad leapt out of it. As he heard the explosion, he felt the pilot's signature within the Force disappear in an instant - during the freefall, Cas closed his eyes and muttered "May the Force be with you." in regard to the pilot that perished in the explosion, feeling a sadness over the life lost. Activating his jetpack, Cas slowed his descent before firmly landing and then flinging the jetpack off of his back.

The mission was simple on paper, Cas would aid the squad he arrived with in taking over an enemy command centre - actually getting there was the challenge. "Remember, stun only!" the Commanding Officer called out amongst the deafening blaster fire "Knight Tynen! Can you clear a path for us?!" as Cas deflected a few blaster bolts in defence of a rookie Ranger, Cas, without breaking focused answered "Yeah I got it, Commander." the Kiffar hollered back. As the Knight readied to clear the path of Sith Troopers for his allies, he noticed the Marr-class Star Destroyer in the air, the same one from Dorin. Cas' lips parted as he knew what this meant, following his realisation he also sensed a familiar presence on board the Star Destroyer.

Following that, he could also see transport ships disembarking the Star Destroyer but on one of them, he sensed something troublesome, something dark and unnatural. "Tynen!" the Commander called out through the comms, startling Cas and returning his focus back to the matter at hand "Sorry, Commander! I'm on it!" he responded back with determination, gripping his lightsaber tightly. Propelling himself in the air with a powerful jump aided by the Force, Cas closed the distance between him and the small group of soldiers stationed behind cover. Using his lightsaber, Cas deflected a barrage of shots and thanks to the FF-CAR1, the new cybernetic arm Mat had gifted him Cas was able to deflect all the shots at an inhuman speed greater than his natural one.

Landing in the middle of the group of troopers, Cas caused enough of a distraction giving the Ranger troopers enough time to stun half of the Sith troopers. Meanwhile, Cas would take care of the other half knocking one over with a powerful leg sweep before standing up to his feet and slicing at another's weapon with a backhand strike. Weaponless, the Jedi Knight quickly finished him off with a light push of the Force. Following that, Cas countered an incoming melee attack headed his way by swatting the weapon away with his lightsaber and then swiftly performing an across the back roll, landing behind the final trooper and striking at his shoulder with his lightsaber using enough force to wound them but not severely.

With the path cleared, the Ranger troopers emerged from their cover and made their way toward Cas "Good work, Jedi. The command centre shouldn't be too far from here." the Commander stated, still standing in place Cas looked toward the clouds and the transport ships heading their way "Stay on your toes, something about one of those incoming Imperial transports isn't right." he would warn the squad before continuing after them.

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Location: Outside the Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka, Voss
Equipment: Ashlas wristguard | Blaster pistol with a stun setting | Stun baton | Two Lightsabres | Brion Substance Regulator | Electromagnetic pulse emitter | Jedi Robes | One-time-use Jump Jet
Allied tag: Beltran Rarr
Hostile tag: Ingrid L'lerim AMCO

It had been disappointing to hear that the Rangers would not use stun mode but ultimately, it was Beltran's decision. Mathieu remembered the brutality with which the then Lieutenant had killed during their time together on Chroma Zed, but he also remembered the man's skill and competence. In the end, he trusted the Captain, even though the necessity to use lethal bolts caused him to worry.

Well at the gates, Beltran managed to put Mathieu's mind at ease. Of course the rangers had explosives which could create an opening for them - but he still mentioned the, probably less efficient, lightsabres as an alternative. It was safer, and that was what mattered. "That's a good idea. We can do it" he said, turning around and sticking his blade in high up in the middle of the gate, expecting his ally to do the same below. Slowly but surely, the gates started to loose its shape and solidity in an ever growing circle around where the lightsabres were planted.

Finally, the Jedi Padawan moved his sabre about, causing larger chunks of the structure to come crashing down onto the ground. Soon, he stood right in the relatively spacious opening with his lightsabre raised defensively. His eyes quickly went from side to side, scanning the spacious courtyard with its typical Voss architecture. Rather than bright and fancy, it felt oddly homely. The tower could clearly be seen straight ahead, it's bottom part just barely blocked by the fountain which could be found located centrally in the area.

Four larger buildings stood tall to the side but they were dwarfed by the tower at the other end of the courtyard. Mathieu had no idea what or who could be hiding inside, but he did not have a good feeling about advancing further. Still, he threw a quick glance at the captain "Here we go" and so he moved in. Numerous large potted trees and bushes could be found littered throughout the area - but they did little to bring him a peace of mind for the moment. Instead, the young Morellian remained alert as he entered the area, this time entering before Beltran and the rangers.

 

[Kingsley]

(WRECK OF) BULK FREIGHTER ERAVANA
VOSS-KA.
CURRENT VIBE
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"I'm immortal..." Kingsley slowly peaked out from behind his talons, "I'M IMMORTAL!"

"Honk."

His ship was destroyed.

"Rrrawk! Get back here!" the smuggler snarled, "Nobody crosses me and lives!"

He followed (Just) Duncan out the gaping hole in his once beautiful freighter, staggering and coughing smoke. Kingsley tried to get his bearings. On one side of the ruined treatment plant there was a hospital, on the other side there was an orphanage. Both were miraculously untouched by the Eravana's last flight. That was lucky! The Tower of Prophecy still loomed above, momentum having carried them only so far. This was probably a bad place to be ( Joycelyn Zambrano ).

"Precious?" he gasped and dug through the wreckage until he produced an apparently still functional scattergun, "Its hunting season."

He pumped the forestock and started searching for the dead goose waddling. By now Kingsley's feathers were dripping with moisture. Their crash had caused an artificial downpour, and although he could still hear booming laser fire above them something about the false rain made all that feel like another world away.

"Okay! I'm not mad anymore!" Kingsley lied, "Why don't you come on out so we can talk this over? Bird to bird?"

He swept his scattergun back and forth, ready to blow away the first thing that moved.

 

[Darth Insatious]

Theme​

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

Dust blowing all around the command post as the singular transport ship landed while it was teeming with Imperials, many redirecting orders coming directly from the command post. As the ramp lowered a many gave the newly arrived troop transport a surprised, but hopeful look, which quickly grew into shock and disgust. What the Imperials saw, was something out of nightmares. Helmet with the faces of death, showing the front of a skull merged with an Imperial helmet. Their armour, red as blood as if their own skin was wrapped on like a protective layer. Then there was the sick haggard breathing through the helmet as if they had problems getting enough oxygen into their lungs.

Armed with black blasters or electro staffs, twenty strong Sith Troopers exited the Transport ship, lining up in a 5 by 5 formation. Appearing in a cloud of dark red-coloured smoke, Insatious appeared, looking his specially bred troopers. An officer was about to demand to know what order the Lord would give but was ignored with Insatious leaving the command post with his troops.

It was an absolute hellscape out there once Insatious passed the secured perimeter by the command post as he ignited his crimson red blade. A battle was on, revelling in the death of everyone around him, it was enough to drive him mad with hunger, knowing all the dead's life energy could have been giving to him.

Quick as he was driven, Darth Insatious advanced with terrifying intends on finding the Jedi Knight, Cas Tynen. Many of the Imperials hiding behind cover on the battlefield looked on in a mix of awe and disbelief, seeing the Sith Lord lead a brutal slaughter with his men. Many Imperials felt a sense of renewed strength as charged in advance, many also were shot or stunned by the enemy fire.

Darth Insatious's Death Squad was performing beyond what a normal soldier could do, showing a clear sign of force sensitivity from them, as they killed their way through the battlefield. Redirecting shots back at some Silver Jedi Order soldiers, a team of Jedi tried to surprise the Sith Lord and his team as Insatious along with the Sith Soldiers made it to a fallen walker wreck.

Blocking the first Jedi's attack, Insatious with the speed of the force, electrocuting a second Jedi into an early grave, making his heart stop from the sheer amount of lightning blasted at him. A third was shot down and executed on the spot. The fourth Jedi was beaten to a bloody pulp by two of the Sith Soldiers, only to have his life essence pulled from his body. Feeling his very soul being ripped from his chest made the Jedi scream out in agony, as the Lord of Hunger ate his life, blocking him from ever being one with the force. Lying dead on the dusty field of battle, was a husk of a dried-up human.

 

[Alana Sunrider]

LIBRARY INFILTRATION TEAM
FEATURING: Yula Perl Kaia Starchaser Kaia Vullen
DEBUTING: Jerek Zenduu Jaeson Starchaser
AND ALSO FEATURING: Jonu Zihtil Darth Carnifex AMCO

Spoiler: Gear

Lightsabers Pistol Utility Belt Outfit Crossbow Dart & Dart Datacard/Dataspikes

​

Wind whistled past Alana's ears and raindrops spattered against her goggles as she plummeted towards the ground. Through the growing clouds, she could just make out the massive dark shape of the library growing in the gloom. Night was falling and the sky grew darker the closer they moved towards the planet's surface. The cold air leeched the warmth from her body, even through her layers of clothing. She angled herself to adjust the angle of descent and watched the altimeter strapped to her wrist. Its number dropped rapidly, almost faster than she could keep track of until the light dinged and the gravchute activated automatically. It yanked at her, digging into her shoulders.

Moments later she landed on the exterior slope, boots smashing through the obsidian and magnetizing to the metal underneath. Alana let the rest of her body roll onto the side until she leaned against the pyramid's side. Warmth slowly returned and she caught her breath. Around her, the rest of the team landed and located a vent, quickly gaining access to the building. Alana waited for Vullen to go first, making sure it was clear, before gave one last look, and then dropped down into the vent, boots against the far side, so she walked her way down, back and feet against opposite sides.

At the bottom, she grabbed the lip of the vent and dropped, letting herself hang from the lip before letting go. Hardly a sound from where she landed on her toes. She nodded at the others and then hit the activation switch on the utility belt buckle. There was a momentary whine of electronics as it powered up and the hologram flickered to life. Instead of herself, it was now a representation of a Sith Legionary in full armor, even with appropriately modeled id and weapons. Not that any of it was real or was more than a hologram, but it would give that momentary edge.

She took a deep breath and cleared her mind. No Force yet. Just focus. "I'll move ahead and try to gain access to the doorways as we move up to the top of the building." A half-smile quirked across her face beneath the hologram. "If I get melted by security or Force lightning, maybe pick a different route." The datapad flickered to life and her brow creased as she studied and memorized the pathways.

One final nodded and she strode off, trying to look as military as she could in her bearing and stance. "What's the status on the security systems as push forward?"

Yula and Starchaser had droids, while Vullen had Force sight because of her species. That meant the three of them had better sight and ability here than she did. Until she could reveal herself with Light-Mechu-Deru, she could only see what the equipment showed her, and it wasn't much. Part of why she was going first. They could see trouble before she walked into it.

"I'm heading to the first turbolift," she whispered in the comms. "What am I going to run into on the path there?"

 

[Naria Harth]

Location:Voss Ka
With: Senari Gravis Acaadi Matvec Triddol Farrina
Object: Secure the command room.

Spoiler: What I'm responding to.

THE FORCE IS WITH ME​

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

​

Naria Harth Senari Gravis Risen 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 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.

​

LOCATION: Voss-Ka
OBJECTIVE: Be cool
FRIENDS: Naria Harth | Risen | 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 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.”

Objective: Infiltrate
Dramatis Personae: Naria Harth Cato Harth Matvec Triddol Farrina 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.

Objective: Infiltrate
Allies: Naria Harth Cato Harth Farrina Matvec Triddol Risen Centin Tillo
​

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."

INFILTRATION

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.

Location: Voss-Ka
Objective: Break into security
Allies: Naria Harth Cato Harth Farrina Matvec Triddol Risen Senari Gravis
Enemies: Sith

The tip of his blade extended outwards, threatening to impale anything that might suddenly appear from the darkness. He waited impatiently as the knights around him deliberated who would get sent where.

Security?

Of course they’d stick him away from the main action. He loathed the lack of faith they always had in his abilities. He’d already faced down multiple Sith warriors in combat and survived! Sure, he had more or less lost most of the fights. But he was stronger now. He’d even managed to land a hit on his master not too long ago.

Security.

With a stifled sigh from the padawan the trio set off, Risen lagging behind slightly to speak with Senari. As instructed, Centin kept pace with Cato. He’d never met most of the knights here personally but he’d heard bits and pieces about all of them. From what he’d gathered, Cato was one of the techies.

“So, what do you think we’re in for here? I doubt they’d leave the security room without some Sith to watch over it, right?” he asked the knight, unable to keep a hint of excitement out of his voice. The boy was itching to put his training to the test in a real capacity. He looked the figure up and down before a sudden realization dawned on him. The knight he was looking at couldn’t be any older than, well, himself. “Wait a second, how old are you? Don’t tell me they let someone who’s barely older than me become a knight!”

Their uneventful march continued and before long he caught a glimpse of a closed set of doors that appeared to be unguarded.

It can’t be this easy.

He moved quickly to brace against the wall, taking up a position to the right of the door. His vibroblade was readied and he waited for further instructions.

Naria's lips pursed as Cato walked haphazardly away. No words fell from her, just a nod of acknowledgement to Risen as he tried to impart his warm reassurance. It was a solace. His support always was.

With all the chaos set to erupt around them, she trusted unequivocally in Risen's ability to follow through.

She heard the others murmur plans around her but the words passed over her. Focus. Snapped her inner voice. She blinked hard, her attention narrowing back onto the group just as the green padawan offered to cover their flank. She frowned, nearly snapping in a wave of anxiety, "You're staying with me."

She gestured to her side, unwilling to let the last vulnerable member of the group leave her sight. She glared unapologetically at Senari, the fire in her eyes daring him to say otherwise. Tarish's death had exasperated her already smothering tendencies, but in this she would not budge. He was a child.

"We don't have time to wait for a signal. On my word, we bust open the door. I'll pulse a burst of light at them. We'll get them while they're blinded. I sense three, maybe four up ahead." She gestured for them to start down the furthest hall, Acaadi meant to walk between her and the others. She covered their flank, her shoulders tense as she held her staff at the ready besides her. "Let them handle this," she murmured to the boy, her attention over her shoulder as they arrived at the closed command door.


She pulled a small explosive from her pocket and held it out for someone to take and adhere to the handle.

On the count of three, close your eyes. Came her voice pressing against. It was a new skill of hers. Very handy in moments like this-- a bit impolite to start doing without warning. She didn't care, pressing on.

One.

Two.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

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​

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
Enemies: Mathieu Brion | Beltran Rarr

Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil​

Ingrid did not leave the inner courtyard, where there were also orange grass, bushes, and trees. Not far from it is the fountain. She watched silently as the enemy cut through the door with a lightsaber and they entered. They won't go any further, she won't let them get into the room, the building where her fiancé was. It’s not as if she didn’t trust the effectiveness of Karza’arana, especially the Darksworns. But accidents can happen, she learned this at Bastion, where she died almost precisely because one of the sithspawn protected her.

~ Take Darth Prospero to the safest point of the place where he is. The enemy is now getting close to the building! ~ she sent a telephatic message to the sithspawns.

She could only hope that their request would be granted, especially that it was about Adrian. As the enemy penetrated the huge garden courtyard, Ingrid placed the sniper rifle on her back in an elegant gesture and walked closer all the way to the fountain. Stopped on the side closer to that wall and waited there for the soldiers and the Jedi to get in. She gave quite a contrast to her black armour in the orange setting. Although due to its abilities, her armour still blended into the environment somewhat.

”You may have arrived, but you're not going anywhere from here. At most backwards because you have to blow a retreat.”

She told the arriving couple and their men in a cold, military voice. Ingrid now, exceptionally, did not hide her presence in the Force, but the Taozin amulet dimmed on her, barely perceptible. The woman was not a Dark Side Force User, but felt completely neutral in the Force. On her right arm is a tied ribbon on her armour with the symbol of the Eternal Empire on it. She was tall, and this was accompanied by an ethereal, airy physique. At her two shoulders were two sword grips that were X-shaped on her back in their sheaths, two daggers on the side, and of course the sniper rifle. She had no other weapon. She stood in a small stretch, her hands clasped behind her back, stiff as a soldier.

”This is your first and only chance to retire, gentlemen. I suggest you consider and take the opportunity before it’s too late.”

She did not expect to do so, but she would certainly gain time until the Karza’arana hopefully strengthened their defense, not to mention that everyone else would get into the fight.

​

 

[AMCO]

Tower of Prophecy, central Voss-Ka | Great Sith Library, the Catacombs
Mind to mind, dust to dust.
Power​

Headache fading alongside his physical senses, the Sith Lord reached a state of relative clarity, though the element of strangeness from existing in a form alien to his entirely too human mind remained. On two worlds two sets of eyes remaining shut, though his senses began to tentatively reach outward.

A sense of familiarity and belated recognition and he suddenly became aware of his lover nearby - and the enemy far closer than he had imagined. How long had it taken him to gather his thoughts? No matter, the details could wait until later. <Aha, you seem to have caught me at an awkward moment, Ingrid. A... recent project has me tied up at the moment, but don't worry about me, I have taken plentiful precautions.>

It certainly didn't hurt that the Silver Jedi were extremely unlikely to make use of weapons of mass destruction against the home of the Mystics.

At the same time, his will brought new purpose to the Reforged which he had brought with him to fortify the Great Sith Library on Ossus, Darth Carnifex presence topside convincing him that their (un)lives were better spent reinforcing more vulnerable avenues of approach...

... avenues such as the Catacombs in which he had sought shelter, the Catacombs which two curious souls were entering, as of yet unknown to him.

Back on Voss, the Karza'Arana serving as his close protection detail would respond to Ingrid's inquiries in a characteristically nonverbal manner, coldly focused minds serving as assurance that his semi-conscious body was well-protected, in its remote corner of the Tower of Prophecy.

---
Primary Narrative: Jerek Zenduu | Jaeson Starchaser
Secondary Narrative: Ingrid L'lerim | Mathieu Brion | Beltran Rarr​

 

[Vaeri]

Location: Voss Temple Prison
Objective: Survive/escape

Spoiler: To interact with

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

The days bled into weeks. Vaeri had lost track of her imprisonment. Her capture after the sith occupation of Borosk had left her in alone and without back up. She had no one to know she was missing; no one to come looking. As an orderless Jedi without a home, there was very little the inquisitors could gleam from her. She had been tossed aside and left to wither in the cells as countless others had before her. There was solace in the suffering that reverberated through the iron walls.

Comradery.

Or maybe that was the darkness seeping into the cracks of her mind. She was just a knight, fueled by the need to see the sith empire fall. They had stripped her of her freedom, shattered her body and left her to drown in the darkness of the cells below their feet. But as long as she breathed, she was still jedi. She would take them down.

She boded her time, a single rock in hand, as she relentlessly sawed at the force dampening collar around her neck. Weeks of effort left her with bloody finger tips and barely a dent to the metal collar, but as long as she had that rock, there was a chance. She did not sense the change beyond the fortress. Her eyes remained closed as she rocked in place, her hand situated below her ear as she sawed with shaky, meticulous motions.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Aboard SJC Battle Cruiser Break of Dawn
Allies: Thurion Heavenshield , Coci Heavenshield
Enemies: Sith & Allies

Valae still remembered her first time on Voss, the new padawan of Master Thurion Heavenshield, the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi. It was vastly different, a strong contrast to the desert world where she'd been born and raised. This place, the orb outside the view port, had been her first stop on the path to becoming a Jedi, and following in the footsteps of her father.

Standing with Thurion and Coci now, Valae could feel her own resolve growing stronger. Together, her parents were such a strong light-sided presences, and she gave them both a solemn nod when Thurion began his holo-broadcast, and the healer's head would remained bowed.

Following Thurion to the main hangar bay, she looked down in awe to see the Valkyri warriors below. They were massive in their suits of power armor, truly an imposing presence clustered together as they were in the hold. And she could feel their voices as they chanted; Valae smiled.

As the platform descended, Valae would meet the gazes of the Valkyri there to aid them. Though, she was not a warrior like them, she was proud to fight alongside them today.

May the force be with them all.

The Jedi healer closed her eyes for a moment, thinking of her daughter, Alva. She was safe back home on Midvinter. Someday, Valae hoped to bring her to Voss – to show her where it all began.

“Jared – this is Val,” she said into her comm, dialing in his frequency. “We're just about ready to link up; I'll see you soon.”

Today, she was looking forward to meeting up with Jared Starchaser – son of Coren Starchaser, an old friend. She only wished it was under different circumstances. Still, she knew that the Starchasers had quite a reputation when it came to war; he'd be there to help them get the job done.