Dominion Sanctuary Flight | GA Dominion of Cerea

[Spirit of Diligence]

OUTBOUND FLIGHT | SANCTUARY FLIGHT​

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The Unknown Regions remain largely unexplored and untouched, with only a few Governments having been able to establish Bastions and hold large swaths of Territory in this otherwise unknown region. The most recent in Memory, the Brotherhood of the Maw in the North and the Eternal Empire in the South have long since fallen. However, it is the Unknown that must be faced, and in this Region, the next great Galactic threat could be waiting and biding its time. ​

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Following the destruction of Csilla, the Galactic Alliance Federal Assembly voted to create the Outbound Flight Project, which in recent years has seen little use or funding as the Alliance has been forced to focus on more present threats. With the Dark Empire showing weakness, and the front with the Sith Order having stabilized, the need to push into these regions has been renewed, and a call for volunteers has gone out as the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance has begun to organize a new expedition called the Sanctuary Flight. ​

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The Sanctuary Flight aims to push the Alliance further along the Hyperspace Route known as the Sanctuary Pipeline to reconnect to important, and vital worlds of significance to the Old Republic and the New Republic. Staging at Takodana and Orellon II, the Sanctuary Flight seeks to reestablish contact with planets along the Sanctuary Pipeline, starting with Cerea and Endor, and ending the expedition at Bakura. ​

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Voices of Diplomacy​

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The Council of Elders presides over the planet Cerea and has ensured a harmonious relationship with nature for centuries. Even before the Rise of the Galactic Empire, the planet largely remained neutral and isolated, and this isolationism ensured that the Empire largely left the planet to its own devices. The planet’s seclusion allowed its unique culture to develop, and it is a culture that the Council wishes to ensure continues. The time for words is now, and it is up to the dignitaries of the Federal Assembly to assuage the worries of the Council and show that the Alliance will not allow the pristine nature of the world to be destroyed or exploited.​

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Battling the Underworld​

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Cerea has long since established the rule of law that prevents technology from being utilized on the planet, ensuring that the pristine nature of the planet remains untouched. The only compromise to this has been the establishment of the Outsider Citadels that have become hives of scum and villainy all of their own. Among these citadels, criminal elements have been growing, and a war over the production of malium - an organic matter used in the production of the euphoric-inducing substance guilea - is brewing. Agents of the Alliance’s Strategic Intelligence Agency have been dispatched to prevent this conflict from growing any larger by striking at the Zualjinn Syndicate at the heart of the growing conflict.​

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The Force Unites​

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Bringing Cerea into the fold is the first stepping stone in the path to come, and ensuring that the needs of the Sanctuary Flight are met is just as important as ensuring that the Council of Elders is placated and that the criminal elements are not allowed to expand beyond the Outsider Citadels. To accomplish this, the Council of Elders has allowed a rare compromise, the creation of the the Alliance Citadel, a home for the Galactic Alliance to house members of their Defense Force, and the Jedi Order. This Citadel will serve as another depot to ensure that the Sanctuary Flight can accomplish its mission and also allow the rare opportunity for members of the GADF to mingle with members of the Jedi Order.​

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BYOO​

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There is much to see on Cerea beyond the Outsider Citadels that are choked with smoke and crime, and in a rare allowance, individuals have been permitted to travel out into the wilderness and experience the pristine nature of the planet. Provided, that is, that all technology remains in the Citadels.​

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stood just beyond the edge of the construction site, her fiery gaze fixed on the Alliance Citadel as its skeleton began to take shape against the backdrop of Cerea's lush, unspoiled wilderness. The stark contrast between the metallic framework and the rolling green fields beyond it stirred mixed emotions within her. Progress was a necessity, especially to ensure the success of the Sanctuary Flight and its objectives, but the preservation of this world's harmony and natural beauty was a responsibility that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

The air was crisp and carried the faint aroma of wildflowers blooming nearby. Somewhere in the distance, the call of native fauna echoed softly, a reminder of what was at stake here. Clad in her Jedi jumpsuit, Valery looked every bit the Jedi Master — calm, yet deeply attuned to the world around her. A gentle breeze ruffled her chestnut hair as she closed her eyes for a brief moment, reaching out with the Force to sense the energy of the land.

It was alive, vibrant with life and untouched by the chaos that often plagued the galaxy. She exhaled softly, resolving herself to the task at hand.

At her side stood Jonyna, a dear friend and Jedi committed to these kinds of projects. Together, they could make the difference a place like this would need.

"So, what do you think?"

Jonyna Si | Open​

 

[Dean Walker]

The underbelly of Cerea's Outsider Citadel was a different kind of wilderness. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of something sour — a mix of burning oil, spilled liquor, and a hint of desperation that clung to every shadow. Neon signs flickered erratically, casting fractured light across damp, trash-strewn alleys. The low hum of distant machinery mingled with the occasional burst of laughter or anger from some unseen argument, and the streets themselves felt alive, pulsing with the chaotic rhythm of criminal dealings.

Dean moved through the maze-like sprawl of the underworld with practiced ease, his sharp gray eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. Beside him walked Nos, someone he didn't know too well, but his file suggested he was more than capable..

"You know," Dean said under his breath as they passed a group of rough-looking Rodians arguing over a game of sabacc, "In a fucked up way, this place has its charm."

Dean chuckled softly, but his posture straightened, his sharp gaze locking back onto the path ahead. They had intel that the Zualjinn Syndicate was holed up somewhere in this labyrinth of filth and neon, likely guarding their production operations. It was a risky job, but that didn't bother him. Dean thrived in risk, and the idea of dismantling a syndicate operation like this was immensely thrilling.

"Where do you think we should start?"

Nos Voros​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Valery Noble

The balance between nature and progress was one that weighed heavy in Jonyna's mind, more often than she liked. Her businesses often pushed for heavier, and heavier machinery, and Jonyna's own internal philosophy of big stick diplomacy when it came to arming the Alliance with the best equipment, born out of her days as a rebel fighter working with subpar, often stolen equipment, clashed with her tribal nature. To a Cathar, nature was sacred. The jungle, the rolling grasslands, the swamps and oceans, it was all part of Lygala.

Staring with a pout at the skeleton of what would become their base of operations in the region, Jonyna paused, looking back to the rolling hills, and rural villages that dotted the landscape. Much of this world was untouched by progress. It couldn't help but remind her of Corazona von Ascania 's homeworld, one she had defended against attack.

This world was lucky to be on a part of the galaxy without threat. At least...currently.

With the Dark Empire fading in power, the Neo Crusaders in a state of limbo, and the Sith quiet at the moment, Jonyna couldn't help but reflect on where the next threat would come from.

"It could use some gardens out front. Something to break up all the..." She gestured vaguely to the building itself, as if to reference...all of it. "The people here aren't gonna like a big eyesore."

 

[Michael Angellus]

Journal Entry

It’s funny that I came to Coruscant to pick up Dad’s things with Mom and I ended up on a flight to another planet all because I misread “Sanctuary” to be something other than what it was. Well, the good thing is, I’m with other Jedi, from the feeling I get. The bad thing is I don’t know how long I’m going to be here.

“Well, at least you’re with the Jedi.” Mom told me. Just like I thought she would.

I know..

“Are you going to be back soon?”

I don’t know, Mom. I don’t know anyone here, and only know Master Valery Noble by face because she was at the wedding. The memory of that day still brought a lump to my throat, but mom was teary eyed.

“I still can’t believe he’e gone.” Now the water works were coming as she was wiping her eyes, now I wanted to wipe mine.

I know, but we’re safe and that is what he wanted. I’ll call you back mom, it looks like I might be able to talk to someone about this whole thing.

She seemed a little insulted, but Dad’s been gone barely a week, I get it.“I need to go anyway, the lawyer has news for me about something, love you.”

You too..

This planet, Cerea, was nice, serene, almost untouched, and rich with history. I remembered this because Dad taught me, he taught me a lot about the galaxy when we were together. I know it’s because he wanted me to learn as much as I could, but I’m beginning to think it was his way of spending time with me too. It helps.

I wish I was well set up as the Jedi around me, they look fierce, but then again I’m good at other things, so that’s okay. Every Jedi should be good at something, right?

Oh well, better try to be social. Hi. Michael Angellus. I’m only a Padawan, but well… hi. Sorry, I got on the wrong shuttle. I read “Sanctuary” and thought it was going to Naboo. I can help though while I’m here if you’ll have me.

Valery Noble , Jonyna Si , Open

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's fiery gaze followed Jonyna's gesture toward the skeletal framework of the Citadel, her lips curling into a thoughtful smile. She could sense her friend's inner conflict — the Cathar's connection to nature clashing with the necessities of progress. It was a feeling Valery understood all too well.

"A garden," Valery echoed, nodding slowly. "That's a great idea. Something that reminds the people here that we're not just building for ourselves but for them too." She glanced at the rolling hills in the distance, her mind briefly wandering to her own upbringing on New Cov, where the delicate balance between progress and nature had always been a struggle.

Her gaze shifted back to Jonyna, and a playful smirk tugged at her lips. "Think you'll help plant the first few trees? Or are you leaving that to me?"

Before her friend could reply, Valery's senses tingled faintly, her attention drawn to the young man approaching from the side. She turned to see a Padawan, his posture slightly nervous but his expression warm and genuine. The way he carried himself reminded her of so many others who had walked the same path — unsure of their place but filled with potential.

When he introduced himself, Valery's expression softened into a welcoming smile. "I remember seeing you at the wedding." Her tone was kind, laced with an understanding warmth despite the things that happened that day.

She stepped closer, her fiery gaze meeting his. "Don't worry about how you got here. The Force has a funny way of putting us where we're needed, even if it feels like an accident." She gestured toward the Citadel with a slight tilt of her head. "There's a lot of work to do here, and any help you're willing to offer would be appreciated."

Jonyna Si Michael Angellus | Open​

 

[Roman Vossari]

Obj II
Tags: Vera Noble | ANY OTHER SNEAKY PADDIES

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Roman adjusted the simple, patched-up jacket he wore, trying to blend in with the others of the Outsider Citadel. The air hung thick with the smells of spice, sweat, and something acrid, that had to be the malium processing.

He really was excited though, he never got to do missions like this. Never had he experienced life as a Shadow. Now things were going to get good, even if he was just there to provide assistance.

He glanced over his shoulder, a wave of annoyance washing over him. Vera. Of course, she was here. He'd known the moment the mission briefing was announced that she'd somehow weasel her way onto the team. He could practically feel her eager energy radiating off of her. He could smell the failure coming from her.

The SIA agents, a stoic woman named Louise and a wiry man called Jax, were already moving ahead and making their way over to their target. Louise had been incredibly thorough in laying out the plan. They were to infiltrate a guilea distribution center, heavily guarded by Zualjinn thugs, and gather intel on their production and distribution network before the conflict with the other rival gangs grew too large. The Zualjinn's were organized, brutal, and deeply entrenched in the Citadel.

Roman sighed internally. Vera was going to ruin that... somehow.

"Try to look inconspicuous," he muttered to her, even though he knew it was a lost cause.

He fell into step behind Louise, focusing on his surroundings. The distribution center was a grimy, reinforced warehouse, its entrance flanked by two hulking figures armed with vibro-axes. The air crackled with tension. This wasn't some training exercise in the Temple gardens. This was real.

He could feel the Force humming around him, a subtle warning. Something was off. He just hoped he could figure out what it was before Vera did something monumentally stupid. He just hoped he could actually assist the agents instead of babysitting Vera.

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Roman Vossari | Open

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Vera's multicolored eyes danced with mischief as she followed behind Roman, her smirk barely concealed as she listened to him mutter about being inconspicuous. Oh, she heard that tone. The tone of someone who expected her to trip, stumble, or otherwise blow the mission in some spectacular way. It made her grin widen as she sidled up closer to him, her voice carrying a playful lilt.

"Inconspicuous?" she whispered, her lips twitching as she leaned just slightly toward him. "Roman, you're a giant redhead in a patched-up jacket. If anyone's going to stick out like a sore thumb, it's you."

She snickered softly, clearly enjoying the jab, but there was no malice in her tone. Ever since the dodgeball game, she'd made it her personal mission to get under his skin — like an annoying little sister, even though they weren't remotely related. And after the way he kept glancing at her like she was one bad decision away from ruining everything? Oh, he was getting the full Vera treatment.

The kind usually reserved for Aris Noble .

Or Mom... and Dad sometimes.

Her smirk lingered as her eyes shifted to the hulking guards by the warehouse entrance. Her playful demeanor flickered briefly, replaced by a sharpness that came with years of training. She could sense the tension in the air too, the Force humming softly with unspoken warnings. This wasn't just a simple recon mission. Something was definitely off.

Vera glanced back at Roman, her grin returning but softer this time. "Relax," she teased, giving his arm a playful nudge. "I'm not here to make your life miserable. That's just a bonus. We'll get through this."

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[Drystan Creed]

CEREA: BATTLING THE UNDERWORLD

Wearing
Equipment: Standard (In Bio)
Though the planet and its natured affinity was new to Drystan, the underbelly of its citadels felt all too familiar. The industrial tang in the air, mingling with the patchwork of new and crumbling buildings, was a sight he'd seen countless times before in the lower reaches of Coruscant's own underworld.

Perched on a rooftop, he scanned the sprawling cityscape while tapping into the SIA's correspondence channels through his communicator. A smirk crossed his face as a promising lead came through. The underworld was dangerous, but it was a domain he understood intimately—his childhood and career had sharpened his instincts for navigating such places. Cerea's underbelly proved no exception.

After a brief listen, Drystan cut in. "This is Shadow Creed. Acknowledged. We'll handle it." With a quick tap, he ended the transmission and stepped back from the rooftop's edge.

"Alright, rook," Drystan said, turning to Caelan Valoren, he tapped a few buttons on his datapad, sending the information he received from the SIA to Caelan. "Some of the SIA's finest have gone missing. Think of this as an assessment, you'll take point and I'll be providing support. If things go south, I'll take over. You do well, you get to go home with a gold star—and, more importantly, my seal of approval. Any questions before we begin?"

For Drystan, operating in places like this was second nature. Given his comfortable familiarity of the environment, it felt like the perfect opportunity to show someone in the Order the ropes—and showcase how a Shadow operates.

Caelan Valoren

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Cerea
Tags: Jonyna Si , Valery Noble , Michael Angellus

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"It could use some gardens out front. Something to break up all the..." She gestured vaguely to the building itself, as if to reference...all of it. "The people here aren't gonna like a big eyesore."

"Guess it's a good day to not have eyes then," Jalen remarked with a shrug.

Jalen made his way up to the two masters, his seven-string hallikset strung over his back. His posture was slouched, as usual, his hands tucked into his pockets. It was a nice location, with a backdrop perfect for sitting down on a grassy knoll and plucking mindlessly at an instrument.

Hi. Michael Angellus. I’m only a Padawan, but well… hi. Sorry, I got on the wrong shuttle. I read “Sanctuary” and thought it was going to Naboo. I can help though while I’m here if you’ll have me.

"Don't worry about how you got here. The Force has a funny way of putting us where we're needed, even if it feels like an accident." She gestured toward the Citadel with a slight tilt of her head. "There's a lot of work to do here, and any help you're willing to offer would be appreciated."

Jalen frowned a little as the new arrival stated his predicament. How did someone board the wrong shuttle?

"That's... rough, buddy..."

Maybe he just wasn't as familiar with shuttle transport these days. Ever since he started flying on his own he hadn't looked back. Jalen shifted back to the landscape, his expression returning to neutral.

"Anyways... I came to offer the both of you a suggestion," he noted. "I've found more and more recently that the sterile halls of healing have been a bit draining on patients. And I don't mean that they look drab, I mean it's not organic enough. If you all have some interest in garden space, I imagine it would make a good medical retreat for those coming back from the front lines. It will be better for their mental health, I think."

 

[Caelan Valoren]

"I know it's only been a short time since we met, but don't call me Rook," Caelan said dryly as he regarded the man who'd helped him free Lazerian from the Syndicate. "A lot has happened since then."

For starters it might shock the man to find Caelan suddenly four years older when just weeks prior he'd been fourteen. He had a hard time dealing with it himself. Explaining it to his own people hadn't been easy. Many had discounted it until he'd had a blood test done which revealed he was who he said he was. Though, he did keep the part about being a clone to himself. He knew that if he told everyone that, well, they might not want him running things since clones weren't as well regarded. He still had his scar, which also helped. They could be faked, sure, but his was real, and not fresh.

The notion of dealing with the underworld wasn't foreign to him. He'd spent months in the seedy underbelly of Coruscant, dealing with criminals and worse things that dwelt there. Surviving in such a place had been an ordeal that left him malnourished, skinny, and skittish towards others. Still, he knew what the criminals were like, the real ones. Some of them had been sent to hunt him down before.

He also listened in to what was going down. The whole Shadow thing was new to him, and it wasn't really his chosen field, but it was good training, and if Alliance personnel were in trouble, it made sense for him to try and get them out of it. Sitting on the sidelines, glad-handing people, didn't sit well with him. Action, though not for the sake of action, was where he wanted to be. Caelan was a doer, and doers didn't sit around and play nice when they could be out getting things done.

"Rescue the operatives, deal with the criminals. Not entirely unlike dealing with the Syndicate on Lazerian, except less open."

He surveyed the city below them, wondering where they'd find the missing operatives. Seemed like they would have to investigate and figure it out, which meant going through things one step at a time.

"Do we know where those operatives were operating from? We should start there to see what they figured out."

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Drystan Creed ​

 

[Tigris]

"Aren't you two cozy." A soft female voice suddenly toned sardonically from beside Vera.

The figure that wasn't there a moment earlier was no taller than the teen padawan. Tigris wore a loose dark garment, an inconspicuous sleeveless top with a hood that revealed heavily tattooed, slender arms, and baggy pants tucked into soft boots. Delicate hands pulled back the hood to reveal a young woman, her long, jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Dark eyes looked at the SIA agents walking ahead of them.

"Sorry I'm late, I took a look around. Something isn't right. Can you feel it?" Tigris added. "I can't put my finger on it."

Her head turned to take in the younger padawans. She was old for being a new learner, even though she had been quite advanced in the Force, once upon a time. That life served the Dark Side, and Tigris was unlearning that tainted doctrine while she learned that of the Jedi. But her past as a Seyugi assassin made her better suited for the type of mission the jedi undertook in the Outsider Citadels. Stealth, quiet take downs, were old hat to the Recopian.

Looking over the other padawans, Tigris lingered on the girl's eyes. They always caught her attention. She knew both of her fellow padawans, but sight at least, though she did not know them, really. Tigris gaze moved on to Roman.

Vera Noble Roman Vossari

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Valery Noble Michael Angellus Jalen Kai'el

"I can help." Jonyna stuck her tongue out at Val in a childish display, pausing as the two padawans approached. She then smirked, giving Val a mischievous look. "Or we could make the padawans do it?"

She didn't really mean it, but Jonyna felt slightly sneaky today. Maybe it was to help distract from her own inner confliction about this. Still, she smiled at Jalen's suggestion. "That's not a bad idea either. Honestly, a window or two to the gardens from the medical wing would even do wonders for people's mental states. If we can set up a retreat, I'm sure the GADF would love that. I've gotten reports from frontline jedi of troops needing time away after battles with the sith..." Jonyna paused, blushing slightly to Val. "...don't tell Amani Serys , but I sneak a peek at a lot of her paperwork. Mostly looking for anything that might involve me."

 

[Amelia Hawthorne]

Objective: 2 - Provide Overwatch
Tags: Dean Walker | Nos Voros | Roman Vossari | Vera Noble | Drystan Creed | Caelan Valoren | Tigris
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Hours prior to deployment…​

Amelia stood stoically as she watched each and every Agent walk into the briefing room. Oranges eyes watching as they entered, taking a seat somewhere amongst the rest that had already arrived. Some were physically present, while others were calling via Holo. Notable faces were Dean Walker, Nos Voros, Liouse, Jax and even a few Jedi such as Roman Vossari.

She had her reservations about involving Padawans, but approval had been granted to allow a small team.

Once the final person stepped through the threshold, the doors slammed shut and locked. If anyone had been late, well then tough, they’d have to get the info from one of the other assigned Agents.

Amelia said nothing as she stepped forwards, approaching the large holo-projector in the middle of the room. After a brief series of inputs, the machine whirled to life, producing a singular image, or rather person.

The figure was sitting behind a desk, half their face cloaked in shadow. All that was really visible was blue flesh and a pair of red-orange eyes, distinctive Chiss traits.

“Greetings Agents, as some of you already know; and to those that do not, I am the Director. If you need to refer to me by any other name, then you can refer to me by the codename Oracle.” The Director shifted her posture, from leaning to one side, to directly facing everyone in the room, hands steepled together.

“Let’s get straight to business, shall we?” Amelia moved this time, another series of inputs and multiple images began springing up into view beside the Director’s visage.

“The main objective of this operation is the infiltration of the Outsider Citadels, primarily the ones shown before you. A number of crime organisations have a presence here, but none more prominent than the Zualjinn Syndicate.” Images popped up as she spoke, indicating key figures within the crime syndicate. “A whole little war is stirring amongst the groups, each vying for control over the Malium production. Stopping this from escalating is only one part of the equation. We must learn everything we can. Who else is involved, who they're supplying for, and who are pulling the strings on the shadows.”

“Other objectives are available as well, but those will be specified to certain teams. Agent Hawthorne will provide the additional information on your datapads, and will be acting as my eyes and ears on Cerea. She is my Overwatch, should you need to relay any information to myself or other teams, you send it to her first. Subsequently, should any new details come to light during the operation, she’ll relay them down to the active teams. Understood? Good, dismissed.”

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Vera Noble | Tigris

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Roman's jaw tightened. "A giant redhead? At least I'm not a literal child still, Vera," he retorted, his voice a low grumble. "Pretty sure your parents had to sign a permission slip for this mission. Did Mommy and Daddy pull some strings to get you out here? Is that why I'm on babysitting duty?" He smirked, a flash of reddish-gold glinting in the dim light.

He rolled his eyes at her "bonus" comment, muttering, "Great, just what I needed. More motivation to keep you from getting yourself killed." He barely registered that she was grinning again, his attention already shifting back to the warehouse.

Then Tigris was there, seemingly out of thin air. Roman actually jumped, just a little. "Aren't you two cozy?" she had said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

He laughed, a short, dismissive sound. "Don't worry about this one, Tigris. Just a VIP. Probably here because of her last name. Too young to actually be any help." He shook his head, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He couldn't explain why Vera got under his skin so much. It was the dodgeball incident he was sure, the way she had almost gotten the better of him. And then that infuriatingly smug look she always wore around him. It was maddening.

He jerked his chin toward the hulking guards. Louise and Jax were already moving, a silent understanding passing between them. "Alright, Vera," he said, a sly look on his face. "Here's your chance to prove me wrong. Go on, give it a go. Tigris and I will be right behind you... just in case you need someone to pick up the pieces."

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Roman Vossari Tigris | Open

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Vera could practically smell the irritation radiating off Roman, and oh, it was delightful. Every tight movement of his jaw, every grumble under his breath, it was like music to her ears. She grinned wide — that infamous, smug look that she knew got under his skin more than anything else. If her siblings were here, they'd probably call her insufferable. She'd call it winning.

When he snapped back at her, spitting out jabs about permission slips and babysitting, she tilted her head and let out a soft, mocking hum. "Do you always talk this much, Roman? Or only when you're scared?" Her voice was a mixture of playful tease and razor-sharp edge. She raised her eyebrows, daring him to fire back, but before he could, she continued with a grin that practically screamed trouble.

"Don't worry though," she added, patting his arm like he was the one who needed saving. "I'll show you how it's done."

Without waiting for a reply — because let's face it, she lived to leave him speechless — Vera crouched low and began to move. Her movements were eerily smooth, almost cat-like as she slinked through the shadows toward the hulking guards at the warehouse entrance. The playful energy she always carried melted away, replaced by sharp focus and quiet determination. She was a Jedi, after all, and this was where she thrived.

As she got closer, her multicolored eyes flicked toward the guards, taking in their size and posture. Big, strong, and overconfident. Perfect.

Vera extended a hand, her fingers tracing a subtle rune into the air with the Force, her movements precise and fluid. A soft shimmer rippled outward, the air growing momentarily heavier around the guards. They froze mid-conversation, their words caught in their throats as something changed around them. Before either of them could react, their legs buckled, and they collapsed to the ground, unconscious but unharmed.

She straightened up, brushing her hands together with an exaggerated flourish and turned back to Roman and Tigris. That grin was back in full force.

"There, it's safe for you now, Roman."

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[Taam Moghul]

Cerea was a remarkable. Taam had endured his fill of Coruscant, but the efforts after the invasion of the ecumenopolis meant all available hands on deck. The big Cathar never felt at peace in such urban landscapes as the Jewel of the Core, except within the confines of the Jedi Temple. But there, standing amid the rolling pastures and hills of Cerea, Taam could truly breath.

Now, the sight before him admittedly marred the landscape. The metal alloy frame of the future Galactic Alliance, surrounded by duracrete mixers, stacked beams and other construction equipment was not typical. An intentional effort was made to make this project as minimally impactful and as least obnoxious as possible.

He had taken it upon himself to help ensure this. Growing up on Kashyyyk and visiting Cathar often, Taam knew how unobtrusively technology could be mingled with a natural environment. On Cerea, he suggested only having on site the crew equipment necessary for the current phase of construction, that only crew and droids necessary for the day's work were onsite, and that the stores of material were kept in a lay down yard concealed as best as possible.

It was necessary eyesore only in the short term. From what he had seen of plans, the final structure would be aesthetically pleasing. amid the serene meadows upon which it stood. "Clean that up!" The cather knight chuffed at a construction droid, pointing a thick finger at the discarded plasteel bindings removed from bundles of support rods. He continued his inspection of the site, when he spotted Valery and Jonyna on the other side, addressing a couple of padawans.

A smile touched his face. Jonyna Si and he... well, it was still too early to tell exactly where they were after he abandoned her. He quickly quelled the pang of guilt that stuck his gut. They had closure on the whole ugly event, and were moving on. There were far larger needs for them to work together than to let personal baggage prevent them from their roles.

Valery Noble was the second person he had to face after his disappearance. The Grandmaster proved more gracious than he expected when he met her at New Cov. She granted him forgiveness for his absence and, with her help, Taam left New Cov having put his demons behind him.

Taam's amber gaze lingered on the two master Jedi before moving to the burly Besalisk foreman looking over a holo-blueprint with a couple workers. The cathar knight placed a large hand on the foreman's shoulder, complementing him on the progress. Then Taam strolled to the edge of the construction sight, turning his back to it and took in the refreshingly unpolluted landscape around them.

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[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"You know," Dean said under his breath as they passed a group of rough-looking Rodians arguing over a game of sabacc, "In a fucked up way, this place has its charm."

"That's one way of putting it." Nos said, openly grimacing. If there's one thing people want to avoid looking at, it's a Zeltron scowl, and the half-faked expression worked just as well in this seedy cantina as in the alley of his youth.

As for what to do next - Nos had an idea. The two of them stuck out simply by virtue of a balanced diet and regular exercise; they'd get nowhere if they suspected they were undercover. Unhappy bruisers of a different gang would fit the bill, however.

The bartender was already suspicious of them and at least three others were watching the pair closely. Picking up suspicion through his empathic telepathy wasn't enough to assume affiliation with the Zualjinn Syndicate, however.

"You want good cop or bad cop? Actually, dibs on bad cop." Nos subtly pointed with his chin towards three patrons who were suspiciously calm considering the environment. "I'll disturb the nest, you get eyes on which one of these guys makes a call for backup. You grab them, I'll disengage, and we find a quiet spot away from the heat for a field interrogation."
Nos paused a moment to listen to any feedback from Dean before kicking off the plan.

Nos stepped directly into the path of one of the rowdy Rodians, barely waiting for collision before promptly shoving the Rodian back into the table with disproportionate force, scattering the cards and spilling the drinks of the entire table. "Watch where you putz, you beady-eyed nerfherding chit!"

Time to cause a scene.

Dean Walker​

 

[Michael Angellus]

Journal Entry

Well, the first interaction with other Jedi not on Naboo seemed to go well. I’ll get to it later but the woman in the jumpsuit seemed really Nice. Everyone is looking out and around the area looking to do some kind of landscaping when she turned to say “hi” to me.

"I remember seeing you at the wedding."

Yeah, I was there with my mother and father. I wonder if she knew dad. Probably not, Jedi and military tend to keep away from each other. Not like the stories Uncle Caltin would tell, but those ended up bad.

"Don't worry about how you got here. The Force has a funny way of putting us where we're needed, even if it feels like an accident."

Heh, I’m learning that. My uncle likes to say how “The Force has a sense of humor, right before he rubs his head. That was a bit much, but, meh, it’s okay.

"There's a lot of work to do here, and any help you're willing to offer would be appreciated."

I can help if you’ll have me. My dad was in the military, so he always taught about a “hard day’s work”. You know? Maybe they don't, it doesn't matter. I can still help if they want. The Cathar mentioned planting trees, I can definitely help there, I love planting!

"That's not a bad idea either. Honestly, a window or two to the gardens from the medical wing would even do wonders for people's mental states. If we can set up a retreat, I'm sure the GADF would love that. I've gotten reports from frontline jedi of troops needing time away after battles with the sith..."

Yeah, my dad used to say alot about that. He did the best he could with those he was over, but he complained about a lack of these kinds of resources… I’m sorry, I overstepped. Sometimes I wonder why I tend to overtalk. I don’t know, maybe being around other Jedi is a comfort, it’s weird.

[QUOTE="Jalen Kai’el]’That's... rough"[/QUOTE]

Thanks, I’m Michael, Michael Angellus. What’s your name, sir? Sure, he wasn’t much older than me, but it’s a respectable thing, so it’s cool. Even if he did give a vibe about him.

Valery Noble , Jonyna Si , @Jalen Kai’el, Open

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire | Sigil Bead Earring
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Legion Long Range Precision Rifle Mark I

"There, it's safe for you now, Roman."

"She just used another rune-thing to put the guards to sleep and said something, did you hear what she said?" Aadihr asked Aris

They sat atop a building across the street from the trio of padawan, doing a combination of bickering and infiltrating one of the Zualjinn Syndicate centers. He had sent a last minute invite to Azurine Varek but he had no idea if she would show.

Technically Aadihr was on a training outing that just so happened to coincide with a mission Aris's Sister, Vera, had taken on. She certainly had proven nosy in the past, a merciless prankster to Aris from Aadihr's perspective.

If there were Padawans operating without supervision, it was simply his duty to ensure their safety. And if it Aris happened to get a chance to pull one over on Vera - safely - all the better.

This did serve another purpose, of course. Aris needed a chance to be a kid - to laugh and goof around and smile, and Vera seemed to know how to bring that out of him best. He wasn't about to force his Padawan to prank his sister, but Aadihr was certainly going to be pushy about it.

Besides, if things did go sideways Aris was the best backup possible for the other paddies.

"Just remember what she did at the dodgeball game - it's only fair we get her back, right?"

Aris Noble | Vera Noble | Roman Vossari | Tigris | Azurine Varek (maybe)​