Dominion Sanctuary Flight | GA Dominion of Cerea

[Caelan Valoren]

"It's a long story we don't have time for," Caelan said as they moved. "But it involved someone who was using the people who attacked Lazerian as a means of trying to control our government. My age was manipulated by them. It won't be happening again."

No, it wouldn't. In face, he was going to make efforts to find out who was behind it and see to it they couldn't do it again. Whether that meant they received a death penalty or a prison sentence depended entirely on their own actions. He would offer leniency, as he always did. It wasn't right to go into things planning to kill, even if the people were responsible for the deaths of others. Some may disagree with him on that. Several, in fact, had done so. He wasn't going to change his belief, however.

They were moving swiftly and Drystan asked what else he'd been up to. He thought about mentioning other events, but that was quickly cut off when a report of nearby thugs was mentioned. Caelan came to a halt and mulled over what the other man said. A group of thugs, nearby, far enough to be out of the way. It was his call what they did. He lifted a hand and rubbed a finger beside his eye.

"We leave them. Priority is the jammer and the missing SIA operatives. Report that we won't be going for that group so someone else can."

It was a much higher priority to him that they destroy the jammer so normal Alliance personnel could operate, and that they reach the SIA operatives. Time was crucial. With the presence of the Alliance known on the world, the likelihood of finding the operatives alive dwindled. They were on borrowed time and he didn't want to delay. With that being the case, he started moving across the roofs again as they drew closer to their target area. No sense in wasting more time.

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

TAGS: Drystan Creed ​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire | Earring | Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Slugthrower Rifle

"Hey Azurine. This was your plan?"

"Eh, not exactly, but I think she's the best prank-minded of the three of us."

"My first thought, though, would be that we follow them pretty closely and potentially relock every door they try to get open or turn off lights they've just turned on. If we're smart about it, they'll blame each other for the inconvenience. Or possibly think the place is haunted or something."

"If that's the case we should get going, they're moving in as we speak - Azzie, you're the quietest of us, I'll trust you with this" with a snicker, he handed Azurine a jar of blue Bantha milk, a callback to a crass joke shared between the two months ago. "I trust you'll know what to do with this when the time comes" he winked before he turned to Aris.

"Anything ideas for our operation? She's pranked you the most, which one was the worst - what could we reflect back to her?"

Despite the childish nature of the outing, Aadihr was giddy. Perhaps indulging in childhood horseplay he was denied.

Tigris
Vera Noble Roman Vossari Aris Noble Azurine Varek

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Vera Noble

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Roman scoffed, not breaking stride. "Of course, I should take point," he retorted, his voice laced with a smugness that bordered on arrogance. "I am the superior Jedi here, last time I checked." He glanced back at Vera, a distasteful look flickering across his features. "And for the record, I don't intend on being anyone's meat shield. Especially not yours." He held out an arm, a symbolic gesture of keeping her at arm's length as he crept forward into the massive warehouse.

The sheer scale of the place was daunting. It stretched far beyond their initial estimates, a labyrinth of metal shelves and shadowy aisles. They moved carefully, weaving their way around stacks of unmarked crates, until they found a vantage point overlooking the main floor. Roman's jaw tightened. It wasn't just a distribution center, it was a bustling hive of activity. A large packing operation for Guilea was in full swing below, with thugs barking orders at terrified-looking civilians. But that wasn't all. Roman's eyes narrowed, focusing on a section slightly removed from the main operation. Smuggling. That's what this was. Large cages, clearly not meant for standard cargo, were clustered in a corner. And then he saw it: a cage, larger than the rest, containing a snarling Rancor. His breath hitched at the sight. This wasn't just a distribution center, it was a place of horrors.

Louise and Jax, ever the professionals, gestured for them to move forward, their silent signals urging them toward the office overlooking the operation. Roman pushed off the wall and led the way, his hand instinctively going to his lightsaber hilt. They moved like shadows, sliding along the walls, taking advantage of the dim lighting. As they approached the office entrance, Roman spotted two guards chatting idly by the door. Jax moved to flank one while Roman went for the other. He moved with silent speed, using the Force to wrap his arm around the man's throat. He tightened his grip just enough, cutting off his air supply. The guard's eyes widened, his hands flying to his neck, but no sound escaped his lips. Carefully, Roman choked the man until he slumped to the ground, unconscious, but still breathing. He glanced over at Vera, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, "That's how it's done, Princess." Then, with a nod, he signaled the rest of the team to move into the office.

 

[Atlas Drake]

Nos Voros Dean Walker Katarine Ryiah Amelia Hawthorne

"Sorry to get you wrapped up in this, but assist us here and we'll forget about your attempted assault on Galactic Law enforcement, deal?" ​

"That's not how I remember it," Drake wagged a finger at the zeltron angrily, "Galactic law enforcement owes me a stack of credits."

He pulled a flask from his jacket and took a swig to calm unsteady nerves. Somewhere underneath that five o'clock shadow lurked if not a clever mind, then a survivor's keen instinct. In the other hand Atlas hadn't let go of his blaster, a rugged old Glie-44 still smoking from its last shot. More tibanna trembled within its dark nest.

"Lucky for you a cartel death mark's not an easy thing to live with," he offered the flask to Dean as a kind of peace offering, "Shall I take the young lady hostage, or would you prefer the honor?"

Something dangerous shined in his carefree smile. Atlas almost looked like he was having fun. Betraying Xin Fors to the Galactic Alliance certainly didn't seem to bother him. For a drunk bystander he was improvising with remarkable ease. Not even the revelation of their undercover status seemed to faze the captain for long.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's warm smile lingered as she listened to Taam, her fiery gaze shining with quiet pride as he spoke. It was clear to her that the Cathar Knight had come a long way since their last meeting, and seeing him embrace a path of service and healing brought her immense joy.

"That's great," she began, her voice gentle but filled with sincerity, "I'm sure they're all going to appreciate it a lot."

She gestured toward a nearby group of Jedi and workers, her hand sweeping to indicate Jonyna, Michael, Jalen, and others who were deeply immersed in their tasks. Jonyna was directing a group assembling supports for part of the structure, while Michael and Jalen worked on sorting and organizing supplies. Their focus and dedication were apparent, but so was the sheer scale of what still needed to be done.

"We could definitely use your help," Valery said with a knowing smile, her tone light but encouraging. "Jonyna is helping coordinate much of the construction, and Michael and Jalen are helping. There's no shortage of tasks that need capable hands, so feel free to jump in wherever you feel you're most needed."

Taam Moghul​

 

[Dean Walker]

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Dean's gray eyes narrowed slightly as Nos casually dropped the nickname "loverboy." His jaw tightened, though the faintest hint of color brushed his cheeks. Was it really that obvious? He caught Katarine's impish grin from the corner of his eye, and his stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with the chaos around them.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to focus. "Very cute," he muttered, his tone low but carrying just enough edge to signal he wasn't thrilled about the teasing.

When Hawthorne's voice crackled through his comms, suggesting they use Katarine as leverage, Dean's brows furrowed. His gaze immediately shot to Kat, his protective instincts flaring. She was right that it was a sound strategy, but the thought of putting her in danger — even if it was calculated — didn't sit well with him.

Before anyone else could volunteer, Dean straightened, his voice firm. "I'll do it" he said, cutting a sharp glance toward Nos and Atlas to underline his point. "We're doing this clean and fast. No unnecessary risks." Dean turned his attention fully to Katarine, his gray eyes searching hers for a moment. "You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice quieter, more personal. Despite his concern, he knew she could handle herself. But that didn't stop him from worrying.

Once she gave her approval, Dean's professional demeanor clicked back into place. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his grip firm but not rough, and positioned her slightly in front of him, his blaster held low but ready. The move looked convincing enough — to anyone who didn't know better, it would seem like she was under his control.

"Alright," Dean said, glancing back at the others. "Stay sharp and watch each other's backs. Let's move."

With Katarine in front of him, Dean led the way down the tunnel, his senses heightened and his grip steady. Every step brought them closer to Xin Fors and whatever resistance they'd face. Despite the tension in the air, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of pride in Kat's composure. She was trouble, sure, but damn if she wasn't the kind of trouble he didn't mind diving headfirst into.

Nos Voros Katarine Ryiah Atlas Drake Amelia Hawthorne​

 

[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

Nos took point, providing overwatch down the hall and sticking to the side just behind Dean and Katarine, leaving Atlas to shuffle as the rearguard.

"Sorry about the knee, and the game, for what it's worth." Nos mentioned, keeping the SMG slightly lowered and sights trained forward ready to fire at a moment's notice with a clear shot over the side of Katarine.

He spoke then to Katarine, "why are you so eager to help?"

She led the way to the office - from one doorway emerged one of the surviving Enforcers, blaster raised - their hesitation seeing Katarine was fatal as a burst auto spray of slugs from his Weapon painted the walls with the enforcer's lifeblood.

Nos quickly checked the threshold of the door the enforcer emerged from, and withing was the last of the 6 enforcers, wounded beyond lucidity and seemingly dragged to cover by the buddy Nos just murk'd.

"Tragic" Nos muttered callously as two quick blasts ended the suffering. The Zeltron gave the 'clear' hand signal for Dean to proceed towards the office.

No unknowns, no risks. Bring order to the chaos. Even if it is callous.

Dean Walker | Katarine Ryiah | Atlas Drake | Amelia Hawthorne​

 

[Drystan Creed]

CEREA BATTLING THE UNDERWORLD

Wearing
Equipment: Standard (In Bio)

"Roger that," Drystan said with a nod, quickly sending a message to control. He could have gone either way—dealing with the approaching thugs would make the streets safer, but their objective took priority. Who knew what might happen if they didn't reach the marked location on time?

As they neared the site, Drystan kept the comms open, listening to the chatter. The signal grew progressively worse, degrading into static by the time they arrived. Good—they had arrived. Unfortunately, they were now within the jammer's range, cutting off communications. If things went south, calling for backup would be nearly impossible.

The destination turned out to be a nondescript warehouse. The grounds were barren, the structure appearing long abandoned. No lights shone from within, and the dim surroundings made it nearly impossible to make out any details from the outside.

Drystan stopped a pace behind Caelan, scanning the area. "Hmm, interesting. Not exactly where I'd expect to find SIA agents—or a jammer. Looks like nobody's been here for a long time. Strange, isn't it?"

His words were meant to nudge Caelan, encouraging the prince to approach the situation with a more investigative mindset.

Caelan Valoren

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Xins Main Drug Lab
Objective: Assure SIA Safe Evac
Tags: Atlas Drake Dean Walker Nos Voros


She could tell Dean didn’t like the plan and honestly she couldn’t blame him. If he were putting his life in danger she would be concerned as well. The harsh reality of war clouded the budding attraction between the two. He asked softly if she was sure and she smirked, trying to show a fierce confidence to make him feel better. The truth was this was the best plan they had to get to Xin.

She lead the way as a fake hostage, happy the drunk in their party wanted to help too. She would hate for him to get caught behind when reinforcements appeared. As they walked the Zeltrononian man asked her why she was willing to help.

“I’m one of the good guys.” She did not elaborate as they were getting closer and running into some muscle, which the red skinned male made quick work of.

When they reached the main room they found the door closed but Katarine entered the code and lead the way inside under the fake threat of gunpoint. Inside were six slaves at a table grinding spice. When they saw the situation they froze in terror as the group walked towards the back office. Another code entry and they found themselves in a grimy office with Xin sitting cocky on the other side of a stained desk. There were also five armed guards with him. He looked slightly relieved to see Katarine but also pissed to see she was a hostage.

“Ma choobies! Uba come inta ma home and messa de plaz up. Wut ee gun do abo dat?”

 

[Taam Moghul]

Valery had encouraged Taam's involvement in the work. As usual, Master Noble didn't hesitate to put him to work. The big Cathar looked again over her shoulder to Jonyna and the two young men. Standing a little off was Master Shatani. There was a sense of joy Taam felt, seeing familiar faces outside the halls of Coruscant Temple, and in such a beautiful place, doing good work. His amber gaze again met the unique eyes of the Grandmaster, a knowing smile touching his muzzle.

"I'll go and see what I can do to help." Taam replied wryly, placing a hand on Valery's shoulder. "Again, its good to see you." There was a deeper sentiment to his comment, one colored with gratitude.

With that, Taam turned, unsure if Valery was returning to the small group or heading to tasks elsewhere. He approached Jonyna, Michael and Jalen. "Good morning." He offered to the padawans before turning to Jonyna.

"I am here to help, Master Si." Taam offered with a small grin.

Valery Noble Jonyna Si Michael Angellus Jalen Kai'el

 

[Caelan Valoren]

It looked like an abandoned warehouse. Lot of things, he knew, looked abandoned but weren't. When he'd been hiding out on the lower levels of Coruscant he was using an old, run down house for a shelter. Anything that looked like it was abandoned, most likely wasn't. Even if there weren't people living inside, there was likely some animal or other. That was especially true out in the while on Lazerian. Old abandoned buildings were rare, but they were usually animal nests.

He crouched on the edge of the building that overlooked it and watched. From their vantage point the eyes surely gave it the appearance of an abandoned warehouse, but he very much doubted it was.

"Looks are almost always deceiving," he said, watching. "Fate?"

The droid popped its head up out of Caelan's hood where it had been hiding this whole time.

"Scan the building, would ya?"

"Bwoo-dweet beep!"

The droid hopped down and moved to the edge of the building, peering out towards the building. He scanned it thoroughly, searching for any signs of life. They might have a communications jammer, but they weren't stopping Fate's scanner, and they couldn't jam his vocabulator. He wasn't transmitting, he was speaking!

"Bwoo-dweep dwooo-beep vrrt-bwee beep-beep, dwoo-dwoop bwee-vrrt."

"Fate says there are electrical readings and that there were definitely people there at some point. He thinks it might be coming from below the building, though."

Made sense. Put a hidden facility underneath an abandoned building. Who would guess?

"Guess we crash their party. You want to go in first since you can do that... shadow thing?"

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

TAGS: Drystan Creed ​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Objective: BYOO
Cerea wilderness

The twin suns of Cerea bathed the rolling fields in golden light as Zaiya knelt among the tall, whispering grass, her bioluminescent markings shifting in slow, rhythmic pulses of teal and amber in avid curiosity.

Domxite hovered nearby, their soft hum a familiar comfort as she ran her fingers over the surface of a pale yellow crystal, its edges smooth from time and touch. A Kasha crystal.

She had read about them, their ability to clear the mind of distractions, to sharpen focus, and to some degree, quiet the emotional noise that so often warred within her. Zaiya had already proven through Domxite, and through the Kyber woven into her hair, that crystals helped her channel her emotions into something stable. But what if she could expand that?

Perhaps embedding more crystals, ones like the Kasha onto her bangles and bracers would give her the stability she craved. A way to better control her colorshifting, to stop her emotions from broadcasting so openly.

Master Iris Arani watched from a short distance, taking out her spray paint as she contemplated a massive limestone boulder nearby, her presence steady and patient. Zaiya knew she wouldn't interfere unless needed, but the silent encouragement was there.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, cradling the Kasha crystal in her palm. The Force thrummed around her, and she reached inward, searching for that delicate balance between instinct and control. Her skin tingled, her markings flickering, shifting, silver, amber, teal, before finally settling into a soft, steady turquoise.

Clarity.

Zaiya exhaled, a small smile forming. This could work.

Now, she just had to find more.

 

[Tigris]

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Crouching in hiding on a roof across from the warehouse, Tigris watched the figures on the roof of the next building, oblivious to the good natured pranking the trio was planning. She assumed the figures had either not seen her mount the neighboring building, or didn't care. Who they were and what they were doing there was her true concern, given the mission going on inside the building across the way. But a clear look at one of them brought a furrow to the padawan's brow. The tall, thin man had very light colored hair, and a dark wrap around his eyes.

Knight Lidos?

Tigris remembered. She had seen Aadihr Lidos at the temple on Coruscant, he stopped in on some classes held there. The figures shifted again, and the other silver-haired man could be better discerned... a very large man. Aris Noble. He was hard to miss, even at that distance and dim lighting. The woman was harder to identify, but probably another padawan.

Tigris relaxed, knowing the strangers were friends, not foes. But what were they doing there? It wasn't out of the question that Knight Lidos was 'keeping an eye' on the padawans on the mission. It was a bit unusual for learners to be on their own in some missions, especially coordinating with the SIA. But the knight and two padawans on the roof looked like they were up to something more than observing.

Keeping her concealment, Tigris watched to see what the trio were up to.

Vera Noble Roman Vossari Aadihr Lidos Aris Noble Azurine Varek