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Populate [RNR] To Hell and Back || The Sundering || Populate of Vendaxa


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TO HELL AND BACK
… a Royal Naboo Republic Story


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A chilling discovery prompts Queen Kalantha to authorize an elite strike for a perilous mission into the Netherworld.

Several years ago, before Kalantha was the ruler of Naboo, Baros Sal-Soren – father of Brandyn, Briana, and Blaire – founded a dark organization known as The New Way. From the shadows, they worked toward a singular goal of eliminating Force sensitivity in the galaxy. During the height of its existence, The New Way carried out several violent attacks against Force-users. They bombed Coruscant, unleashed a midichlorian-killing parasite, and performed agonizing experiments on countless people.

Their reign of terror was finally halted when Baros was killed. The galaxy’s Force orders believed The New Way had disbanded, scattered and disillusioned by the death of their visionary.

They were wrong.

In the shadows, The New Way stoked the flame of their hatred for Force sensitives. They took on a new name, the Unblessed, and under this guise they resumed their work. They’ve remained hidden, their machinations unknown to the galaxy, until now. Following leads from Rook Merriex, the Order of Shiraya’s Vanguard division discovered the Unblessed conclave and a disturbing project dubbed “Operation Sunkiller.” By sacrificing Force sensitives in an infernal machine gifted by the Archon of the Netherworld, the Unblessed can send a powerful shockwave through reality itself that can not only neutralize midichlorians on a galactic scale, but disrupt organic life en masse.

The Republic has green-lit a counteroffensive, dubbed “Operation Elysium.” A joint task force of Jedi, Vanguard, and the Royal Defense Force will spearhead an invasion of the Netherworld to end the Unblessed plot once and for all.

Netherworld Objectives

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A sprawling complex houses the machine that the Unblessed need to enact their plan. Within its labyrinthine corridors and myriad labs, the lives of three Force-sensitives hang in the balance: the abducted daughter of Lossa Aureus; the infant son of Blaire Sal-Soren who was stolen at birth; and Jedi Master Elias Edo, trapped during the Second Cataclysm and tortured by the Archon himself. The machine must be stopped at all costs, and the captives must be rescued.

The following mission tasks are available to complete:
  • Locate the machine and destroy it
  • Rescue the captives, namely Zeriana and Blaire’s son
  • Apprehend Unblessed scientists, engineers, and agents for questioning
  • Download any data relating to the Unblessed, the machine, or the Netherworld
  • Duel a possessed Elias Edo to drive out the Archon

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Anticipating opposition, the Unblessed have reinforced the primary entry point where Naboo connects to the Netherworld. This anchor point, known ominously as "the Gatehouse," is the only thing standing between the hellmouth of the Netherworld and the galaxy at large. It must be liberated and defended against both Unblessed agents and their demonic allies.

The following mission tasks are available to complete:
  • Secure the Gatehouse by any means necessary
  • Eliminate high-value Unblessed and Netherworld targets
  • Defend the Gatehouse from counterattacks
  • Prevent the rift from collapsing


Meanwhile...

The planet Vendaxa, known for its lethal biodiversity and nightmarish predators like the acklay, was once part of the Galactic Alliance. Following the strange planetary shifts, it now sits uneasily on the outer edge of Naboo-controlled space, in the place once occupied by Zolan. Though its transition into the region caused no visible spatial damage, something beneath the surface is beginning to stir.

The Royal Naboo Republic has dispatched a team of senators, engineers, and relief personnel to assist with stabilization efforts and begin soft diplomatic integration. But what was meant to be a routine goodwill mission has quickly turned into something far more complicated. Multiple aid outposts have reported sudden equipment malfunctions, inexplicable power surges, and waves of electromagnetic interference. Static energy now pulses intermittently through the tall grasses and tangled undergrowth, with the highest concentrations clustered near long-forgotten Rakatan ruins, recently uncovered by shifting terrain.

Meanwhile, Vendaxa's infamous predators have begun to act out of character: acklay sightings in areas once devoid of them, unusual patterns of avoidance, and bursts of unprovoked aggression. The planet's natural balance seems… disrupted. Among the displaced locals, unease is growing, with whispers that when Vendaxa was pulled into the Southern Systems, it tore through something it was never meant to cross—the already thin veil between reality, and the Netherworld.

Vendaxa Objectives

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Uncertain of how to handle anomalies without a baseline, teams of explorers and scientists are dispatched to affected areas. Until now, proper scientific analysis of Netherworld phenomena has been too dangerous to acquire. While unfortunate, now is the most opportune time to collect as much data as possible.

The following mission tasks are available to complete:
  • Use sensors to measure temporal or dimensional shifts.
  • Study residual energy signatures from Vendaxa's planeshift.
  • Record unusual findings in at affected sites.
  • Contain any abnormal plant or animal specimens.
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To ease tensions and maintain peace, Royal Naboo Security forces are inbound to Vendaxa as a small but coordinated force. The mission is not to intimidate the Vendaxans, but to protect them from potential attacks from the Nether.

The following mission tasks are available to complete:
  • Reinforce perimeter defenses around vulnerable camps.
  • Intercept saboteurs or opportunists who may be trying to loot from or take advantage of the Vendaxan.
  • Patrol temporal rifts in the event of Netherworld incursions.
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A veritable diplomatic crisis is on the rise as the Vendaxan government struggles to comprehend the situation. Senators and ambassadors from the Royal Assembly arrive in the capital to help mitigate upheaval in the government.

The following mission tasks are available to complete:
  • Manage tensions between Republic aid teams and Vendaxan locals who may still identify with the Galactic Alliance.
  • Hold a town hall-style discussion on formal negotiations to ease fears. Distribute goods, emergency supplies, and medical attention to those who have been displaced and might need it.




 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto didn't know much about the Netherworld. He'd only ever heard of it through Fyrirdögun, the rare, otherworldly material at the heart of nearly every weapon, ship, and tank fielded by the Lilaste Order. But now, standing before a sea of armored visors, he had no time for speculation. This was their first official deployment with the newly issued LO-58A armor. Behind the assembled troops loomed five towering AT-AE MKIII walkers, silent sentinels of steel and power. One full battalion 576 soldiers had been dispatched to Vendaxan, under contract by the Royal Naboo Republic. Arms crossed over his chest, Laphisto's voice carried across the mustering ground, sharp and grounded.

"Alright, listen up. We're here on assignment from the Royal Naboo Republic. Now, I know some of you still carry bitterness over what happened on Kalinda getting pushed out of our own damn home. But I don't want to hear it." His eyes scanned the crowd, narrowing into a small glair "We're here to do a job. So keep it professional. If I catch anyone stepping out of line, I'll court-martial you myself." A beat of silence. Then, in perfect unison, the soldiers of Tarain's Sword responded: "Sir, no sir!"

A rare smirk tugged at Laphisto's lips. He gave a casual wave of dismissal. "Good. Get to work. Let's show these people what the Lilaste Order is made of and if we're lucky, this won't be the last time they call on us." With that, the battalion moved with purpose, spreading across the area. Checkpoints were established, fallback zones marked, and machine gun nests fortified at potential incursion points. Every motion was precise, every placement calculated. They weren't just preparing for battle. They were bringing order to a world on the brink of the unknown.
 



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Beneath the blackened sky of Naboo's haunted fringe, the Gatehouse loomed like a wound torn in the fabric of space. It pulsed faintly with an otherworldly shimmer, neither entirely real nor entirely nightmare, but something caught between. Twisted architecture clung to it, remnants of buildings lashed together by Netherworld corruption. Through the ashen wind, the silhouettes of the Unblessed watched from the ruins, waiting like spiders.

Encased in their EVA suit laced with sigils of the Order of Shiraya, he looked like a shadow given purpose. The faceplate of his helmet reflected the Gatehouse's sickly glow, but behind it, Lorn's eyes were calm, distant. Eyes that had seen too much.

Around him, the Vanguards moved like phantoms, tight formation, their movements quiet and lethal. Lorn's lightsaber hilt thudded against his thigh as he crouched behind a shattered archway. The air was dense, heavy with the static charge of what waited just ahead. He looked over his shoulder at Aiden, voice crackling over the comms, low and rough.

"Where's your father, Aiden?" Lorn asked. "I'm surprised he's not defending the exit here with us."

Above them, the Gatehouse rumbled, and from its fissured maw spilled the guttural howls of things that should not exist. Red lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the field of black stone and twisted bone that stretched between the Vanguards and their objective.

He didn't speak poetry. He didn't yell inspiring orders.

He just said, "Hold this line. We secure this point and give them enough time to get out safely."

Then he ignited his saber. Golden light bathed his suit, hissing in the charged air, and with a wordless motion, he moved forward into the nightmare. The Vanguards followed without hesitation.

 


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Location: Vendaxa
Capital Outskirts, Temporary Royal Republic Field Pavilion
Objective: Town Hall

The faint whine of repulsorlifts faded into the thrum of cicada-like insects as the last shuttle touched down behind her. Lady Sibylla Abrantes stood at the edge of the raised command pavilion, the Royal Naboo Republic crest fluttering at half-mast above her, its golden sigil catching the surreal tint of Vendaxa's sun.

Behind her, murmurs rippled through the tent as engineers and aides updated Senator Eharl Sarn on settlement progress. Sibylla hadn't spoken to him yet tonight, for he was deep in negotiation mode, but their earlier strategy session lingered in her thoughts. This mission had been sold as an assistance initiative, a stepping stone for goodwill. But what they'd walked into was a crucible: galactic reconfiguration, deep planetary unrest, and possibly something ancient stirring below the soil.

And beneath it all? That nagging dread that the Royal Republic was playing catch-up with the ramifications of the Steller Convergence. Something they couldn't see.

She keyed open a comm channel.

"This is Junior Representative Sibylla Abrantes. Town hall prep begins in thirty. Displacement aid coordinators, I need confirmed supply manifests before we begin. Please ensure Ambassador Sai is invited to join the floor panel. Local voices need familiar faces. Sentaor Sarn and I will meditate."

She paused, then added in a softer, but no less firm voice.

"And if anyone's received more reports about anomalous magnetic spikes or unexplained behavioral shifts in wildlife, forward them to Senator Sarn's office immediately."

She cut the channel. Somewhere behind her, thunder growled with a rolling, guttural sound not from the sky but beneath the soil. As if something that Vendaxa had swallowed whole was starting to shift.

 


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Carrying: Palpatine's Saber, Hunting gear, Kiffar Blade, Underwater breather
Wearing: Raiments of Shiraya
Tag: Come get me!


"Tasia Palpatine! Are you insane?" She could hear the voice of her mother as she flew low across the netherscape towards the facility. Her Aiwha wasn't happy either and it flew in silence adorned with all manner of carved trinkets and ritual paint from her village to ward off any wickedness that might try and pluck the innocent creature from the sky. Tasia banked and crossed over a bluff to see the complex in front of her. It was as sprawling as the briefing had said and she gestured to her allies where she was heading, a small square to the north that was suspected as the best way to the facility housing the trapped force users.

Tasia's skin bristled as she came in closer and the aihwa made uncomfortable noises, the darkness was getting stronger the closer they got, but she was a knight of Shiraya now and her family only added to her strength so she punched through the almost tangible bubble of darkness around the area and made her landing. She immediately hopped off of her mount and sent it on its way with a thought to keep it safe. The unpleased would hopefully have transport for them to steal on the way out but she could call back her mount and its waiting brothers to pick up the captives if necessary.

Tasia nodded to her comrades and they headed forward towards an archway, unblessed soldiers had not yet had a chance to respond but they soon would so she made sure to active her deep orange lightsaber with a hiss before she got to the dark archway that led into the complex.

"This is strike team Fox, we have made contact and progressing to the nest. The force guides" she spoke into her comm, hearing only static in return.

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"Where's your father, Aiden?"
"I'm surprised he's not defending the exit here with us."

"I believe he is with Briana, he had another task to take care of." It was something that he was being very vague about. Aiden didn't press the issue, as Kahne had told him they would talk more after this. Aiden's mind and body had been broken beyond repair. He asked himself a thousand times over how he was still alive. The Dark Exchange had been wiped from existence as where their dark leadership. At great cost though, more than he ever wanted to give.

And here he was, still drawing breath. Perhaps it was as his father had spoke of so many times before. It is the will of the force.

Aiden couldn't hide his fear or worries over the issues. Yet, somehow he was still getting reassured by his father. Things were going to be okay. Trust in the force, all that sort of stuff. The more Aiden tried to see and believe as he could, he still had doubts and they only manifested after this recent event. And now the push to end this scheme that the New Way, the unblessed.

Mongrels, all of them.

The Padawan gripped his blade tightly, ready to strike them all down. Whomever came their way, he would see to it that they would not take another breath. They had denied that to so many others, it was only fitting that he returned that in Justice.

Aiden moved with Lorn and the Vanguard, into position. To meet the enemy, Justice would prevail this day.

It had to, otherwise Naboo would never know a small measure of peace that it so rightly deserved.
 


Objective: Gatehouse
Tags: Open
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To say Phillip was terrified would be a massive understatement. The lad's legs wouldn't stop shaking as he kept a firm grip on the lightsaber he was going to use for this battle. The hairs on the back of his neck were stood on edge, as he twitched at every faint breeze. He knew he didn't have to come here. There was another task that he could have done. Something. But Phillip wanted to be here. To prove to himself that he could stand against the Darkness. The Lad took in a deep breath as he tried to steady his mind.

Where this is no emotion, there is no life...Where there is discord, find balance...Where there is life, stand as its sword and shield...Where there is doubt, trust in the Force

He was alive. That's why he was afraid. But he couldn't let that fear control him. Phillip had to control it instead. He had to find a balance between his emotions and focus on the task at hand. He was here now. There was no backing out of it. He was not meant to be passive. No, he couldn't just stand to the side and let others do the hard work. He was meant to help protect the Light. He just had to trust in himself. In the Force.

A few short exhales brought his mind back to focus, watching the red lightning crashing amongst the sky. In a terrifying sense, it was a beautiful sight to behold. A classic clash between Light and Dark...It would make for perhaps an interesting painting for when Phillip got out of this. Yes, when he got out. Not an if. He believed that he'd survive this. He just had to be smart and well...Phillip could do that at least.

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Lorn didn't respond to Aiden right away. The silence stretched, broken only by the ever-present thunder of the Gatehouse. He looked ahead, scanning the field, gauging every angle, every shimmer of movement. And yet... there was something distant in his posture, like the thought of Kahne's vague errand rattled in the back of his head like a ghost whispering through a ruined corridor.

"Let's hope he's where he needs to be." Lorn said at last, voice rough with fatigue and something harder to name. "We'll cover our side."

A glint of movement caught his eye, off to the flank, too far from cover. A lone figure crouched near the shattered husk of what used to be a landspeeder. The boy was young. Helmet slightly askew, saber trembling slightly in his grip. Lorn narrowed his eyes.

Phillip.

The Unblessed had begun their volley, jagged plasma streaking the air like hellfire. It sizzled against stone, burned through dead foliage, and cast the entire battlefield in a strobing red-and-black nightmare.

Lorn's boots pounded the soil as he sprinted low and fast toward Phillip, blasts slamming into the ground around him. One seared the edge of his shoulder plate, blackening it. He dropped hard into a crouch beside the young Jedi, golden saber still blazing beside him. His breath misted faintly in the air. He placed a steadying hand on Phillip's shoulder.

"You with me?" Lorn asked, voice muffled by his helmet but still clear. His eyes searched Phillip's through the visor, not demanding strength, but offering it.

Lorn didn't wait for a response, it didn't matter at this point if he wasn't ready.

"Good. You stick close. You're not dying here, not today."

Lorn looked between them. "If we move as one, we make it out." Lorn said, pulling them both in close, voice cutting through the chaos. "No lone heroes. No sacrifices. We move as a unit. First, we secure that gate. Then we buy the others time."

He stood then, saber raised, a blazing beacon of gold against the crimson chaos.

"On me!"

He surged forward, cutting low into the advancing Unblessed. The first fell before they even registered the attack, his blade cleaving through their armor like it was paper. He flowed like water, pivoting into a wide slash that sent another screaming into the dirt. Blaster fire hissed past his ear as he pressed in closer, the golden saber a furious arc in the dark.

 


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-|| Location: The Facility, Netherworld
-|| Theme: The Normandy

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BEFORE…

How long had it been?

Time moved differently here, that much Elias knew. But just how different the flow was, he couldn't discern. It likely had only been a few days at most, but from where he sat—clothes ragged and smeared in dried blood—it felt like months. He hadn't eaten properly and had resorted to drinking the inky liquid native to the Netherworld just to stay alive. The demons had not been kind in the slightest, either.

Elias ran a scarred hand over his head, feeling only stubble where he once wore long locks. Uncut hair was a very sacred thing for his people—and it was one of the first things the Archon took from him. It did not take long for Elias to learn that fear was the game the demon lord liked to play. Demoralization, dehumanization, confusion; these were all tools hanging from the Archon's belt.

What do you want from me?!” Elias screamed one day. He’d been beaten, had his memories infiltrated, and his connection to the Force unnaturally severed by the dark energies that permeated this evil plane.

The Archon only chuckled. “I want everything you have, and everything you are.

PRESENT…

A low rumble made Elias part his eyelids. The cold, sterile ceiling was a bitter reminder that he was not dreaming and that death had not given him mercy while he slept. He was still here, still a test subject for the Unblessed. The last few days in their “care” had been so intense that he was surprised he didn’t have IVs and monitor leads attached to him when he awoke. Another rumble shook the lab, this time causing the overhead light to dim and flicker.

"I'm not falling for it," Elias said bitterly. His hope had been dashed so violently that even the vibrations in the floor couldn't be counted out as just another cruel test. It was the shouts of security guards and the distant sound of blaster shots that clued the broken Jedi into what was happening outside his cell.

Someone was finally here.

Elias sprung to his feet with a haste that made him dizzy. The extent of his malnutrition made itself perfectly known as he stumbled to the cell door and pressed his face against the thin rectangular window. Through it, he saw a team of doctors moving with chilling determination. They were flanked by a pair of armed guards, far more equipped than the typical security elements that patrolled the corridors. They were more akin to soldiers than sentries, clad in sleek black armor that reminded Elias of Imperials.

Step back, Subject Three,” the lead scientist ordered. They gave him that label and stuck with it from the moment the Archon handed him over. He wasn’t Elias here, only a number. An object. An experiment. He complied, knowing he was outnumbered and far too weak to retaliate.

He did risk a question, however. “What’s going on? Where are you taking me?

The door slid open and the doctors entered quickly, wasting no time cuffing Elias and guiding him into the hall. Another explosion outside shook the floor beneath his bare feet.

It’s time,” the scientist said coldly. “We must activate the machine.

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Friends! Join~
Not Friends? Why would you do this?
Objective: Security! Protect the Nice People, Keep out the Spooky Things
Equipment of Note: Mobile Workshop, Lightsaber, Bubblegum Popper Gloves

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A bright pink bubble burst out from behind the generator with a white slash that split it across the center. "Try it now!" The Zeltron raised her wrench in the air and gave it a shake when the power started cranking. "See? No problem."

Cali's head disappeared back down below. A few grunts and huffs sounded from within the metal confines until the lithe figure wiggled its way out of the confines. She plopped on to the ground on her butt with a giggle as she'd gone out feet first. Not that she had a choice. Was barely room to get in there; certainly not enough to turn around.

As she got up, the Pink woman dusted herself off before one of the camp leaders came over to shake her hand. Another face-splitting grin followed suit. "Of course. Now we just gotta take care of the rest," she chimed in with enthusiasm. Her bright eyes scanned over the camp; she could already tell there were a lot of electrical things that'd need a stabilizing unit installed to counter... whatever was happening. So many it might be daunting for one cutey to do it all alone, but Cali never paid attention to small details like 'there are only so many of you' and 'it is impossible!'

She should probably find someone that knew a thing or two about engineering though. Maybe she could build them and others install them? Oh! "Say, do you have any Smiths?" Cali giggled. "Ah, no, blacksmith? Armorsmith? Weaponsmith? Mandalorian Armorer? Someone that bends metal things with a hammer, really. And anyone that tinkers with electrical things. I could use as many smart and creative types you can gather." Team work makes the dream work! Uh, a coordination a day keeps the spooky scary skeletons away?

Cali wandered over to her portable workbench and checked on its forge. She grabbed another piece of metal and popped it in the open furnace so it'd get up to temperature. No time like the present to start building the next stabilization unit, right?

Zeltros, she couldn't wait until the spooky things were gone. Then they'd have such a party!

 
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"Empty. Feth." Shinja had not noticed he had run out balos. He should have. They had been the only things keeping his hunger at bay. He did not want to be out. Being out meant slipping back into his old ways, back to who he used to be before he found himself stranded in this strange realm so many years ago... Or had it been decades? Centuries? It was difficult to tell; impossible, really.


The Gungan could not help but think back on when he was just a Gungling on Naboo. He missed the water and the greenery. He even missed the jabs about being a hybrid of Otolla and Ankura. The teasing had never been done maliciously, but an immature Shinja had hated it and run off to join a gang of pirates when he was old enough. It was a decision he regretted immensely. Sure, the adventure had been fun for a while. A long while. Until the day decided to capture and board a transport guarded by a Mandalorian by the name of Kel Vasher. Shinja had been the one to finally take down the Mandalorian, but not before he had slaughtered his way through the entire rest of the pirate crew and set the reactor to blow. By all accounts, Shinja should have died in that explosion. Instead, he had awakened here in this nightmarish land. He figured it was a fitting hell for someone like him...


Snapping himself to the present, Shinja rose and trekked out of the dark cave he'd chosen as a home for the last however long it had been. He needed more of the mushrooms if he were to maintain any semblance of normalcy. And the only way to get them currently was to raid the Facility again. The purple-skinned Gungan did not know what exactly the Facility did, other than experiment with ways to nullify the Force. Balo mushrooms could certainly do that, among other things. He gave a sigh. "Well, let's get this over with."
 

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