Invasion [SJO vs TSE] Operation Silversaber: Silver Jedi Invasion of the Mirial Hex

[Lark]

Location: Same as before
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO, [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]
Objective: Fight these mean Jedi

Lark smiled politely as the young Jedi spoke, listening to her accusations of tyranny and despotism with curious ears. Some of her denunciations were valid, some were not. But as with most things in life, the actual truth fell somewhere in the middle. "I admittedly am a poor judge of what a proper childhood should be like," he said with a soft chuckle and a hint of wistfulness. "Mine was not the most... conventional upbringing. But you misconstrue tyranny and order. What I seek is to bring about peace. The people of Mirial will suffer none under Sith rule, their lives will be as normal as they were before, the only difference being they'll be able to rest their heads easier, with full knowledge that they are safe from whatever foul entities wish them harm. Many of them have already joined us, fighting against you. They understand the protection we offer."

"You mentioned Dantooine," he continued, moving over to gaze out the broken window pane, hearing the sound of glass break as he turned his back from the Jedi. "I was there, when the Sith arrived. I helped clear out a hive of vicious beasts that had been preying upon the area, and others helped bring stability to the field of agriculture. None of this 'repression' business."

"So pardon me if I'm a tad confused. You say that the Jedi do not seek to slaughter the people they invade, but as we've both pointed out unintentional civilian casualties will occur. Why is it when the Sith are responsible, we're 'vile stains on the galaxy that must be purged,' but when the Jedi do the same or commit war crimes against the Sith it's a 'necessary sacrifice for peace?' The double-standard befuddles me. You've shed just as much blood as the rest of us. If you truly do seek redemption for all your mistakes, why do you continue to add to the list?" He let the silence settle for a moment, demeanor as calm as glass. The child had started to settle down. "Please picture something with me, just for a moment. Titles of Jedi and Sith aside, let's say that you were in control of Mirial, and I invaded exactly the same way as you have done. I accidentally launch drop pods into skyscrapers, causing hefty structural damage and a fair number of civilian casualties. I unintentionally cause a breach in a barrier keeping blood-starved beasts out of the city, and they swarm inside and kill countless men and women from both parties. In what light would you picture me? Why do you get a pass, but I don't?"

"But I digress, I see that we simply don't agree on the matter," he said with a voice as silky as the baby's cloth. "And that's perfectly alright. It's what makes humanity so interesting. Unfortunately, I cannot just lay the baby down somewhere. There is a Sith medical facility nearby that I will take him to, and they will look after him. I give you my word, whatever it's worth to you, that I will return by myself." He moved to leave, before casting a gaze back towards the Jedi. "You're welcome to try and stop me if you believe we'll perform some sort of unholy experimentation on him or turn him into a mass murderer, but I trust you understand the potential consequences of such an action."

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Mirial, Capitol City neighborhood
Allies: SJO and their allies
Enemies: TSE, their allies and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Objective: Dance

Jairdain knew Kaalia met her eyes, giving the woman a simple nod as a reply, she ignited her saber at the same time as the sith did. The silence between them didn't last as the blind woman heard Kaalia move in on her.

The hum of the blades flying through the air, she was able to bring her saber across her body and intercept those of Kaalia and parry the blow. Considering this was her first real battle of blades, Jairdain's movement was graceful, but very basic. However, it got the job done. Shoving the blades away, she removed one hand from saber hilt.

Reaching out with the Force, the air around the face of Kaalia would suddenly get very chill. In essence, Jairdain was killing the air the sith was trying to breathe in. She did this in the hopes of making her cough or lose her focus for a moment. The lack of oxygen should do the trick.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Miral, Capital​

Allies: Sith Empire, Order of Ren, [member="Darth Ananta"]​

Enemies: [member="Kiriko"], [member="Cathbodua"], Silver Jedi Order.​

Equipment: In Signature​

Objective: Engage and Kill Jedi​

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As Kyrel walked onto the streets what he had sensed was more than a tremor as within a span of mere minutes everything moved so fast, what was a peaceful day had become a complete nightmare. The once peaceful surroundings had become ablaze with fire as the sky became filled with dropships of some kind. As Kyrel zoomed in on them he recognized that they were belonging to the Silver Jedi, and inside his mask, a grin grew as he finally found his purpose for being in this world. It was to kill Jedi. His last encounter with the Jedi was only weeks ago on Ossus where he faced off against a Jedi Master but became damaged in the process. Much was gained that day such as the burning of their temple and bodies of Jedi that lie dead across the fields. He became filled with a twisted sense of joy as he looked above and let out a laugh that sounded like it was that of a madman. That day had never filled him such happiness in his entire life that he believed that it was his destiny to restore peace in the galaxy and that was through the destruction of the Light, the dreaded light that has been responsible for all the misery the people of the galaxy had to go through, and he would make sure that peace was indeed restored, even if it took his dying breath. ​

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He realized what he had to do as he walked through the rubble that was the capital, people cowering in the streets, and that wasn't even the worst as he walked wandering aimlessly through the madness and carnage that threatened to take a hold of the city. He saw bodies everywhere, blood pouring through the streets as he walked. He even saw a child crying out for her mother holding a stuffed toy, too traumatized to move. All of it sickened him that the Jedi were the cause of such disorder when the world was at peace. It further proved his point that in order for the galaxy to truly know peace and it filled him with such pain that it made him angry, and he became angry at what they had done to these people that he was even more justified in his cause to believe they are a threat to not only the First Order but to everyone, and he became all the more convinced that he was merely an instrument, an agent of death and salvation to rid the galaxy of their existence and save the galaxy through the use of the dark side. And then finally the enemy appeared as soldiers fired at him with their blasters in hand giving him no warning before firing. Brimming with anger he activated his blade. His anger feeding into his blade known as Vader's Bane. He looked at them marking at least what looked like two squads for death. He then moved slowly at first, but the more rage increased within him he moved quickly, Impaling one with his saber his screams satisfying Kyrel but it was nowhere near as enough as he moved to the next quickly decapitating him. Within moments the two squads were dead and for a moment Kyrel only stood on the pavement, his tone carried his rage but slowed to a tone that showed of confidence and that of one that was chastising a disobedient child. "Do you really believe this a cause worthy of fighting for when all you do is hurt the ones you love? You animals have no honor and I look forward to the day your Order dies, your temple burns, Imperial Flags reign across your systems, when I crush you all under my feet, and when you are nothing more then extinct, non exsistant in the new era of peace and security." ​

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He stood for only a moment more before continuing on his path, wiping out any soldier he came across, and then after what seemed like an eternity of navigating through the war-torn city, he reached out with the Force and much to his surprise felt three Force Signatures nearby. One was dark like his, and to his astonishment... Two Jedi... They were strong as well and then Kyrel changed paths tracking them through the signatures they put out through the Force. He finally came across an old building, but the outside was crawling with a few soldiers. Kyrel had no time to be subtle, so he reactivated his blade with a snap-hiss. Using Force Speed to move a bit faster, he took out the few soldiers within minutes. Feeling satisfied of his kills he pressed on inside, feeling very eager he kept following the signatures, the presence of dark and light growing until he finally saw what looked to be a woman wielding a Red blade, and right across was what looked to be some kind of bear, and then he saw what looked to be a woman as well right with the bear. Kyrel reactivated his blade, his breathing making himself known as he looked to all three of them. He stopped and greeted the Sith Lord first. "Allow me to relieve you of these Jedi, Sith. I believe you must have more important opponents to handle than two Jedi Knights."​

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He looked at his two opponents that were before him, reaching out with the Force he could indeed sense they were strong in the Force, his saber still remained at his side, as he became filled with excitement due to now instead of facing one Jedi, he was facing two. He then began speaking coldly to them, and it almost sounded like he was pleased when he did so. "Hmmm Interesting, a fight finally worthy of my time. I haven't encountered a challenge since Ossus." He began to step forward slowly, his anger slowly rising mixing in with his excitement, and giving him a pure rush of adrenaline as he was eager to engage the Jedi and had every intention of doing so by stepping forward. "Shall we begin?" ​

 

[Madeline Roux]

Location: Mirial Capital, sketchy lab​

Objective: Figure out how to get her and Lina out of this mess.​

Allies: [member="Lina Renning"] | The Silver Jedi Order​

Enemies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | The Sith Empire​

Madeline didn’t have a lot of time to process the situation at hand.

As soon as the doors had opened they were greeted - and not by someone either her or Lina would have rather run into. She hadn’t had time to prepare for the Force push, and thusly flew back - head smacking the ground with an echo that filled the entrance, seemingly shaking her entire body.

Foolish. That was the only word that Madeline could successfully grab onto, the only thing that seemed to make sense in her brain at that moment. They shouldn’t have gone alone, they weren’t here for a fight - yet they found themselves in a particularly dangerous situation - one that was heightened with Maddie’s disability, and just how powerful their adversaries were.

She shifted, pushing herself up into a sitting position - desperately trying to make out the words that were being said to them, but it was futile. After spending twenty-six years of her life deaf, Madeline had become what she would like to think of as pretty professional at reading lips. It was her forte, and her main mode of communication.

It was useless right now, and that absolutely frustrated her.

Though her Master had taken the time to start getting her used to hearing her speak in her own mind, nothing could prepare her for the sudden whispers that crept in. Crawling across her mind and settling into the deepest crevices they could find they began weaving intricate webs - a fog lacing over her mind and making it difficult for her to break free.

They spoke words laced with her fears - so easily pulling them from the deepest parts of her mind and using them against her, a reminder that she wasn’t as strong as she thought she was. That if she didn’t get out she would surely fail herself, fail Lina.

NO!

Eyes shifting to Lina, she saw the girl was struggling through what Madeline thought was something akin to her own. She had to be strong, if not for herself, for the young girl who had quickly become one of her dearest friends.

Madeline ignored the voices as best she could, making her way to Lina and helping the girl up, a visible flinch shaking her when the voices got too loud. They were relentless and made it incredibly difficult for her to get her bearings. Though she couldn’t hear she had her other senses - sight, touch - the vibrations that ran through the building at the slightest noise, something most wouldn’t notice, and smell. All of these though were suffocated, muffled under the noise that she once used to crave - now wanting nothing more than to never hear a single voice again.

She forced herself to focus - on the woman who was welcoming them in, and Lina - she had to get them out of here, but the only logical thing she could think of was to play into their hands a bit - give themselves some time to figure out an escape plan. Lithe fingers wrapped around Lina’s forearm, squeezing tightly in reassurance as she nodded towards Calina. Slowly, the two walked further into the building.

“Who are you?”

Madeline had only wished she knew what they were walking into - because there was no turning back from here.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: The Capital City
Objective: Help liberate Mirial....and don't die
Allies: [member="Karren Trask"] | SJO in area
Enemies: [member="Lord Ghoul"] | The Sith Empire
Gear: {In Sig) Shield | {In Sig) Dagger | Lightsaber | A180 Blaster

The Sith had made his attack – slow and cumbersome and out to distract the Jedi from their goal. Well, distracting Jedi or killing Jedi all had the same solution for the Sith in stopping them helping the Mirilian people. Stephanie took a few steps back and shouted down into her wrist-com, behind the shield she held.

”Captain! Status update!”

She kept her eyes on the Sith and the Jedi making her strike.

”Walk in the park, ma’am,” came the noisy but amusingly calm reply from her Ranger friend. ”The Sith have sent a horde of walking dead to finish both us and the Mirilian people off they haven’t yet enslaved….” Blaster fire and a shout filled the static. ”… so the others are moving forward. Heavy support moving forward to take the city, light relief taking the lucky ones we find back to evac….” Distorted chatter came through, Stephanie glanced back up at the Sith standing with his axe in the ground. ”…a little more time, but we can hold it. If you can, come back to us!”

Stephanie nodded to herself, a face set with determination and passion.

”I’m on my way!”

She stood. Then with an almighty cry of strength the Padawan ran and shoulder slammed into the back of the Sith with her shield to buy her ally more time. The shield connected, and it rippled into the Sith with her enhanced strength.

”I’ve got to push forward – help the Mirilian people and don’t let him be the distraction the Sith need him to be! You’re worth more to us alive!”

With a nod, Stephanie rolled back and flexed her grips. A swarm of TIE fighters screamed overhead, causing her to instinctively duck. She had to push on; but who knew what nightmares would be head.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Suburbs, Capital City -> Pursuing Jedi
Objective: Capture the Jedi alive
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi, [member="Marek S'hadar"]

So it was decided. Lord Fa would remain and do his duty which Vitor understood completely. This was the best choice.

Besides, the Lord Inquisitor was right. Vitor was a Lord of the Sith.

He would handle the Jedi himself.

The Lord Adjudicator gave his former master a nod of acknowledgement before leaving the scene heading after the Jedi's trail. The dark side within him guiding him to where this...beacon of light was.

Vitor would make sure he would eclipse that light and if he could not - then he would extinguish it. Completely.

Off he went through abandoned streets, corpses of either civillians from collateral damage or patrols struck by the hand of the Jedi. Some of the armed men's corpses implied the Jedi was not alone. Blaster shots and lightsaber made holes were found plenty.

As he neared the source to which his senses were pulling him, Vitor moved silently within a building and looked over the window of its second floor. Through it he could see soldiers of the Silver Jedi moving quietly and cautiously.

Amidst them the end of his pursuit.

The Jedi.

Tricky situation. There were plenty of soldiers with the Jedi. Vitor wasn't stupid.

He would try to keep following the group until the appropriate time to strike down his prey would come.

Until then, he would be the Jedi's shadow.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Personal Jesus

Mirial

Allies: The Sith Empire, [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Kiriko"], [member="Cathbodua"]
Objective: Kill Every Jedi
Location: Capital of Mirial
Equipment: Armor of Aneshe, Lightsaber

There was no humor etched into the soul of the Sith Lord as she flew towards her foes, like a carrion fowl to its prey, lightsaber illuminating her features with a brilliant red glow. Her face was set like stone, cold and unfeeling like the dull thrum of her heart beating only to keep her blood flowing in her chest, and she was more than prepared to let loose her fury on the duo that were so ready to dispense their tasteless attempt at comedy. Truly they were not the prize she was seeking - she wanted whomever was in charge of this charade of an invasion, to hang their head from the highest wall of the tallest building on this planet after she'd had her way with them. A fitting end for a fool that believed an assault on the Sith Empire would end in any way but failure.

It was the timely intervention of a stranger, one who had nearly caused her to turn and lash out on instinct, which inadvertently gained the two Jedi a stronger hold on life and a greater chance to survive the morning. It was almost awkward, really, to be so prepared to strike down two that walked under the shine of the light only to be interrupted so abruptly by an interloper. In her own mind the matter of status and titles mattered little in the grand scheme of things - a Jedi dead was as good a reward as any Jedi dead might be - except in the instances where strategy came into play. If she was being honest with herself, which was what had granted these two Jedi their stroke of luck, there was no strategic value in wasting her time with amateurs when another fully capable of doing the deed had arrived and offered to take them off of her hands - to allow her to seek out someone with a little more weight on their shoulders.

".. We will talk after this is over, interloper." She responded haughtily, having slowed nearly to a stop before she'd reached the two Jedi in order to fully digest the man's offer. "I do hope we will not come to regret your decision to cut in to this dance." She muttered under her breath, releasing a heavy sigh as she turned nearly wordlessly around and headed towards the direction the Silver Jedi had actually arrived from. She hadn't noticed anyone of any significant skill or power on the battlefield, yet, which told her that whoever was in charge - assuming there was at least one Jedi Master at the helm of this wretched operation - still lingered in the rear, or perhaps had yet to arrive. It mattered little which of the two were the case, or even whether or not either option were true at all, as she would simply raze their forces from the rear if there was no Jedi Master to engage.

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Location: Mirial, Capital city
Allies: [member="Liuna Ondizi"]
Enemies: [member="Jartris Entumaa"]
Equipment

Spoiler

• Battle Armour
• Defender of the Light

Vibrant green eyes shut closed – and in a way, the Mirialan had pushed away the Sith’s words as well, wrapping herself in an aura of calm and denying the invasive ripples of destruction their attempts at throwing her inner focus into disarray.

“No.” Kaiza stated decisively, voice booming with defiance.

“I have come to liberate Mirial, not to play your games. If you cared about our people, you would have relocated them from this destroyed world. But that was never your intention. Your predecessors have brought Mirialans to the brink of extinction – now you seek to shackle the remains under a guise of peace and twist their minds and bodies as you have done with the poor restless souls wandering around. But remember, Sith.”

She smiled warmly, giving into compassion and offering the Sith no hatred or anger to feast upon. It was a challenge – the very cause of so much evil and pain in the galaxy stood right in front of her, yet she could not afford to let hatred cloud her mind. Overly focused on her inner balance, Kaiza’s thoughts concentrated on embracing the ideals of love and compassion, the sources of peace and happiness.

“There is no fire like greed. No crime like hatred. No sorrow like separation. No sickness like hunger of heart. And no joy like the joy of freedom. We have felt the dark lord’s grip once. Mirial remembers.”

“<You have to be brave now and get to safety.>” Kaiza whispered to the child’s ear and carefully set the girl down. A moment of hesitation and the kid scurried away without ever looking back. Emerald eyes never left the girl’s back until she disappeared from sight, hopefully safe. Sighing, the Mirialan Jedi glanced back at the Sith and went for her lightsaber, bringing its azure blade to life with a flick of her thumb.

Only the light side of the Force stood between her and any tricks the Sith hid in his sleeve. While the armour’s exceptional resistance to lightsabers offered an extra ounce of confidence, the plates granted no additional protection against the Force – it was Kaiza’s will against his, her beliefs against his own. As long as she remained true to the Jedi code and tenets, there was nothing to fear. Even death meant little to the Jedi, for they knew departing from the physical realm meant a gateway into the next.

“We have to cover each other,” came a whisper from her lips, meant for none other than Liuna, “Ready yourself.”

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Mirial, Northern Reaches
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"], TSE
Enemies: Local Separatists

One thing that Dante was really good at? Stuffing things down and pretending they weren't happening. It wasn't possible with it staring her in the face. But without the sight, the sound of the drip drip, she could bury it. Not the way Morgan did- she didn't put it aside logically to worry about it and unpack it later. Dante beat it with a shovel until it wasn't moving anymore and chucked dirt over it until she couldn't see it anymore. Kick some grass over it and she was good to go.

Sure.

The two of them heaved, the gears slowly but smoothly cranking the doors open.

Peering into the shaft, Dante looked up and down and made an irritated sound.

"Lift is one floor up. We're going to have to climb up to it, get into it, then climb back out the top."

It was literally the worst spot the damnable thing could have been.

Clipping the glowstick to her belt, she handed another one to Morgan. The maintenance ladder, as was typical, was against the far wall, a two and a half meter jump. Backing up, eyeing it for a minute, Dante drove her feet, ran and leapt. She snagged the rungs without an issue, arresting her fall. She grunted slightly, the jarring and catching weight straining the burn scars she'd picked up on Korriban. She'd been cleared for duty, but it was still uncomfortable sometimes- where the nerves had been damaged, she'd been told it might always be. Looking up, she began to climb, giving Morgan room to reach the ladder behind her.

 

[NT-6922]

INTEGRATED HIGH HEAD DISPLAY:

LOCATION: MIRIAL - THE CAPITOL BUILDING
OBJECTIVE: ESCAPE!
ALLIES: THE SILVER JEDI ORDER
ENEMIES: THE SITH EMPIRE - Vaylinhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/14776-vaylin/ I Aria Vale

Natassia could recognize a lost cause as she stepped back, finding herself stopped by a wall. There was no escape for her there, and fighting the Sith in close quarters was madness. If they did not cut her down with their lightsabers, they would simply have to use a Force power she never heard of to dispose of her.
Sighing, she holstered her handgun and activated the hidden compartments of her arms, her stun sticks sliding out of the metallic compartments and into her waiting hands. Yet another reminder of the things she lost.
"I wish I had arms again", she lamented as she aimed at the entrance of the building. "I wish I could touch something, or someone, and feel something happening in my hands!"
Gritting her teeth, she bit back a tear. This was it; a final stand, in a miserable hab with the bodies of a fateful few who stood against innumerable odds, but eventually failed. Of all the places she expected to die in, that wasn't what she had imagined for herself. She thought she would die on Endor during the battle that decided the end of her dream, she thought that her end had come when she lost her arm in service of the Empire - but the prospect of dying there, alone and forgotten in the middle of a burning city filled her with cold determination. If it was the end, then she would make it memorable.
"I wish I could do it all over again and find what I've been looking for", she whispered in a defeated voice.

"But things look like I'll never get what I want", she said in a groan, unpinning a pair of smoke grenades and throwing them aside. "Life's a long journey, and I wish I'd have taken more out of it."
The smoke slowly started to spread, just as the Sith came rushing in. Activating the thermal vision on her helmet, she let herself focus, throwing her remorse out of her mind.
Disappearing among the smoke, she waited for an opportunity to present itself... before diving onto Vaylin, aiming to strike her with her stun sticks.
And the war goes on...

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: Survive!
Enemies: [member="Enyo Typhos"] and TSE
Allies: SJO

Yuroic was not especially pleased. His words seemed to fall on deaf ears and now he had the situation of being really quite in a difficult pickle. His eyes caught the blurred grenade but he could not muster the focus to deflect it. He hadn't seen such technology before and seeing the gas, he knew there was an issue. The mask he had didn't protect from gaseous attacks. Attempting to use the Force to blow the air and gas away, he found it a struggle. With his focus on the gas he missed the warheads, till very late.

How one fitted warheads into a gun he wasn't sure, but his opponent didn't seem open into sharing her knowledge. Which he thought was a shame, but he had bigger issues. Jumping his feet missed the shots but due to his late timing, the explosion that followed sent him flying backwards even more than he wanted. Causing him to land awkwardly, he fell to one knee and tried to catch him breath. Sharpnel dented his armour slightly. His body bruising badly in various locations from the impact. Doubting she would give him room to heal them, he winced and attempted to ignore the pain.

"You know, we could have become really good friends. But that's off the table now, hope you feel had!" He called, his humour well known to be misplaced. Feeling his connection to the Force not as strong, he launched forward. His legs burning in agony that he ignored as he raced, closing the gap. His lightsabers twirled and he started his attack. His blades locked in their saberstaff mode, he threw one side high before swinging the other blade low.

 

[Liuna]

Location: Mirial, Capital City
Allies: [member="Kaiza Pawaro"]
Opposition: [member="Jartris Entumaa"]

Making her way inside the building, her eyes traveled the blackened walls. She watched the mysterious man by the window as he tended to the burn victim he had found. As she turned, she spotted a pair of legs peeking out from under a table. But as she grew closer, it was quickly apparent that the poor woman being cared for was likely the lone survivor here. Liuna grimaced, but turned as she heard voices outside. Walking back to the doorway, she listened as the hooded man spoke in Mirialan to Kaiza.

And then she heard the young Mirialan speak up, her voice strong and sure.

Liuna distinctly heard the word ‘Sith’ uttered by Kaiza. Glancing around the doorframe, she looked at the Mirialan man in the street. Her eyes immediately narrowed. Could this be… a Mirialan Sith? How could he stand by the Empire when it the Sith themselves had plans to wipe out the Mirialan race, plans that had almost come to pass. And now, here he was… the Sith could cloak their intentions with thin lies about rebuilding. But in the end, they did not truly care about the population here. They were just here for their own self-serving reasons.

Surely, if this man was truly one of them, he would be joining the fight to free their home world from the grasp of the Sith. But perhaps they had twisted his mind, it was always a possibility.

Standing tall, she moved to Kaiza, standing just at her shoulder. While Liuna was not a Jedi, she could hold her own in a fight. Her hand hovered near her blaster, and she offered her companion a nod.

“I am ready,” She whispered, “But it is a shame it has come to this.”

 

[Darth Caecus]

Meanwhile on Kol Huro.....​

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"I don't understand."

Kith was now sitting across from [member="Luca Thorne"]. He'd finally convinced her to sit down- if not relax at least stop staring and pacing. And of course, once she sat down, he'd started explaining the game. Which led to handing her some cards. She'd been disinterested at first, but that had led to interested confusion.

In her hands were a half dozen cards and she picked one out to show him.

"Don't show me your cards, Kith."

She held it up anyway with a frown on her face. The blonde was rarely genuinely perplexed by something- at least, not around him. They worked together. Technically, he worked for her. As Darth Caecus she was his boss, but as Kith Verloren? She was his equal in the field. He still didn't know that the masked Sith Lord and the stormy eyed woman were one in the same. Normally, she was simply stoic and prepared to face anything.

Apparently, that halted at something normal like a card game.

"You said this card could be worth either one point or thirteen. But there's no number on it! How do I know which it's worth when? This is ridiculous-"

Across the room, the long distance comms chirruped and she put the cards, face up, down on the crate they'd been playing on.

Priority alpha message. Those only came from one place.

[member="Darth Carnifex"].

 

[H3xle]

Mirial​

Objective: Maintain Order
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order, [member="jorg"]

-- Kohli Nars Bar Basement --

Their search took precious time, the basement had been extended to connect to the basements nearby, creating a large area to coordinate in secret. If the zombies hadn't chewed them up, they might have been a real nuisance to the Sith Empire. As it was, the only thing Anora and her troopers found was more and more zombies. They had spread throughout the warren of basements, following the scents or movements of the people they ate. These Mirialans had apparently not been armed down here, for the only dead zombies came at the hands of Anora and her squad.

"Any sign of an egress back to the street aside form the bar?" Anora asked over her comms.

"Negative, Ma'am. We've found some stairs, but the tops have been walled off where the upper doorway would be. If they had an evacuation route, we haven't found it." One One reported in.

Anora paused in the main room, looking around and trying to think like a rebel.

"Keep loo-" She began, then an explosion ripped down the stairs from the bar entrance.

Then came the screams of her people.

"One One, One Two. Find that other entrance. Everyone else, get topside and kill whoever did that." She ordered, pulling her helmet back down, and shouldering her weapon. Two One and Two Two were the first up the stairs, followed by One Three and then Anora.

-- Street Level --

What they found was carnage. The doorways into the basement and out to the street both had blast marks, and parts were still burning. Two troopers were down, and a third was firing across the street while taking cover behind a dead tree. Two Two and One Three went to the left, opposite Two Fours firing position, jumping into cover behind a car that had debris and blast marks on it. They took either side of the car, and began filling the space where Two Four was firing with more blaster bolts.

Two One ran out under the cover of his three comrades, and pulled the armored bodies of his comrades into the bar proper, and out of the way, before checking their vitals.

Anora stopped at the top of the stairs, letting the relative shadows of the recess and entryways hide her. She sighted in with her rifle, trying to locate her quarry. She let Two One take care of their wounded for the moment.



She quickly and calmly pulled the power cell from her blaster, and replaced it in a pouch on her belt. From another pouch she pulled out a cartridge of explosive rounds. That only gave her four before she had to reload, but it would be more effective against most of the types of foes the Silver Jedi could throw at them.

Except a Rancor, but it's hard to plan for the unthinkable.

When [member="jorg"] showed any part of his body within view of Anora, she would fire her four shots as methodically as possible, trying to get the explosive rounds onto her enemy with more accuracy then speed.

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I didn't want to dictate what you did in the moments after the explosion, so three guys are essentially doing a rotating suppression fire. Anora will fire when she sees you, how many shots she gets off in the time of your post I will also leave up to you. She is an expert rifleman, and making sure she is aiming, not firing for suppression like her soldiers are.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

MIRIAL
Infiltrating through the trash chute

The phasma-class infiltrator (shorthand: Phasma) aligned itself with one of the rear pantera-class stealth frigates of the Silver Jedi Order advance flotilla. She did not know their names and did not consider to name them; its greatest importance was its rear position in the fleet, giving the Phasma easier access from the rear. The Phasma’s exceptional stealth systems were in gear and Darling’s advanced piloting software and extensive logs of the ship’s system features made the movement as smooth as silk.

Darth Ophidia - An assassin with more than fifteen years of experience in working the field of infiltration, not counting her background as a scout, a thief, and all around a sneaky person – kept her presence miniscule through the art of the small. Her cloak was woven with runes that empowered her abilities of stealth, lessening the toll and strengthening the effect. Her breastplate was fitted with a personal stealth field unit, which she activated. It encompassed her form in a translucent field. Her EVA suit sealed, she put her back to the outer airlock door and exhaled.

“Ready to flush.” A second passed. WOOSH

The air around her was quickly sucked out, and she followed. Manipulating her centre of gravity, she turned herself to be aligned with the ship’s hull and used a subtle application of the Force to pull herself closer to the pantera-class. As her hands and feet grabbed on to the frigate’s outer hull and the magnetic soles of her EVA suit locked to the metal plates, the Phasma moved away. Ophidia could not see it, but she knew it would. This was a clear-cut procedure, after all.

She could not hear, but the sensation of combat was all around her. She clung to the hull of a ship and climbed on it like a muscle worm looking for a place to sink its teeth and burrow within. Streaks of plasma and the sillouette of TIEs and X-wings rushed past in every direction. This was far from a safe place to be. Yet, she felt no fear.

Most ships, like most organics, shared one feature that was often overlooked thanks to its banal existence: The trash chute. All ships accumulated a certain amount of trash and that trash had to be removed somehow. It was therefore standard with separate trash chutes connected to compactors. The Sith Lord’s climbing speed slowly increased as she built momentum, and still her form was at most an oscillated speck on the already strange facades of the Panteras.

Curling herself around the edge of the Frigate’s design, she could see the chute and she climbed towards it. Her fingers curled around the outer rim of it.

 

[Kal Visna]

Location: Mirial, Capital City
Objective: Head to sector X-Four
Allies: SJO, [member="Dusaro Dresari"]
Enemies: SE, [member="The Slave"]

The padawan slowed down as he received Dusaro's transmission, truthfully he was worried regarding the rogue soldier, but there was no way Dusaro didn't hear that too. "Acknowledged, Visna, out." he replied keeping it short, best to be safe than sorry. He begun to avoid any sort of main streets and rather use more secluded areas for cover while pursuing his objective, rubble would sometimes block his way forcing him to either climb or simply use alternate routes, fora capital city, this place wasn't looking so nice, Kal did his best to avoid being seen by anybody and the impatience inside him only kept growing.

There weren't many threats around him so it was possible he wouldn't have to be involved in any major event until he arrived, yet there was a feeling, the same he's had when he arrived, only stronger, it's presence no longer a mere annoyance but an agonizing scream. Would it be because of the defector? No, it was an unexpected outcome, things could still turn out alright... But why does this thought bring him no peace? Is there anything untold behind the turmoil in his heart?

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Mirial, Capital City
Mission: Get this information to the birb! Survive the chaos in the city!

Hirou ran.

Down on all fours, they skittered through the city, confused and disoriented. People were running and yelling. Zombies. Troops, both in unfamiliar livery and the uniforms of the local militia. Flashes of red, blue, green- lightsabers or blasters, gone in a heartbeat as Hirou pressed on. The nezumi looked up, catching sight of a skyscraper that had a huge chunk taken out of the top- they didn't recognize it, but then, with the smoke and jagged edges that wasn't all too surprising.

Everywhere they turned, something screamed out at them danger.

Members of the Imperial Legion escorting civilians. The locals fighting back against zombies, the invaders, the Legion itself. Hirou didn't understand what was going on but they knew one thing....

Every death strengthened the cultists. That this, all of this, had been orchestrated with the intention of as many people dying as possible.

Hirou caught a flash of silver and blue, the curved wings of the symbol of the Silver Jedi-

That was who they had meant!

Hirou set their teeth, barely managing to slip between the legs of [member="Stephanie Swail"] before the too-big went crashing into the hulking form of [member="Lord Ghoul"] with her shield. The nezumi glanced up briefly, tie fighters screaming overhead and made a hard right into an alley.

They had to get back to the Capital building.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Mirial
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | Sith Empire
Enemies: Local Separatists.

"At least we ain't missing our daily exercise on this mission." Morgan retorted while watching her take the leap. He locked the glowstick against his own belt and then gauged the distance... doable. A few steps back were taken and then he sprinted off, jumping almost as soon as he started, but Morgan misjudged his own speed and almost missed the ladder, having to stretch even further to get his fingers curled around the first bar. Joins in his shoulders whined as undue stress was put on them and Morgan couldn't help but grunt in pain.

Feth.

His body was completely out of whack and it had nothing to do with the blaster wound in his shoulder. But the wound did make it more difficult for him to climb and Morgan gritted his teeth, using pure willpower to override the pain.

What else was there to do? Drop down, curl up and whine about it on the bottom of the shaft? Not an option. He started climbing and quickly made up the time, looking up and seeing.

Hmm. Yes, okay, thank you for looking up head. You're welcome.

Getting into the elevator pod was more difficult. The floor hatch was closed, after all, so it took a lot of stretching and leaning out, before Dante managed to grab hold of the lid and yank it open. "You hear that?" A soft rumble, more like a whine of metal, before the stir paused by itself. They didn't need to say anything, instead Dante got in and Morgan followed soon after.

The ceiling was freakishly high.

"Don't think using your toes is gonna cut that..."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Mirial | The Capital.
Objective: Evacuate the Mirialan Council.
Allies: The Sith Empire & Mirial. - [member="Vitor Avendahl"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi.

Lord Fa watched him go, but only for a moment.

There was no room here for nostalgia for the old days or even for feeling much in the way of pride for an apprentice who had come very far since the day his wing had scooped him up. Tai remembered the young Vitor, how he had taken him to the Jungle Moon for his initiation, how they had survived against an endless horde of tribesmen.

He had come far indeed.

The thought had followed him as he made his way back to the wall and the militia holding it. "Is it true, my Lord?" One of the Mirialans asked, while trying to look the Thirriken up and down with something akin to subtlety.

The militiaman failed miserably.

"I cannot answer a question with no context attached to it." Tai pointed out patiently as he revealed an oversized weapon from seemingly nowhere. He had already stepped past him and one foot closer to the wall. "The comms in the city, my Lord, they warned it were the Jedi attacking Mirial, is it true?"

Lord Saarai hesitated there.

"They are here to liberate you." The response was cautious and short. The truth was often a misunderstood thing, endlessly flexible and malleable in the right set of... wings. But he was the Lord of Truth, was he not? Lie too many times and your words lost meaning. There was no power in endless lies.

Only cherry-picked weakness, because the truth was inconvenient and they'd rather run from it.

"We did not ask for their 'freedom'" The Mirialan pointed out. "And this is the freedom they offer- our government attacked, undead flooding the streets?"

Lord Fa turned around then, eyes squinting. "Then fight against it. Show them you forge your own path through your own strength."

"I plan to." But he was speaking to a retreating back, covered in silk and embroidery, feather deck sweeping against the floor and movement grace in its punctuation. Tai was already sizing up the blockade, noting the height and nodding to himself. Already an approach in mind. "My Lord, do you need us to open the hole for you?"

The shake of the peacock head followed.

"No need, Commander, I make my own path. Have your men be ready to start repairing the wall."

Before the second Mirialan could comment the Thirriken already pushed himself off the floor, lifting up in the air with a high-pitched screech, before allowing the currents and the manipulation of the Force to push him further up and just over the edge.

It was time to get to work.

 

[Darth Bellum]

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Location | Capital of Mirial
Objective | Repel Invading Jedi
Company | TSE Infantry & Mirial Militia

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The Jedi forces were being repelled at Vexen's location, the lack of any real opponent making it difficult for the enemy forces to break through the position in which he claimed protection over. The armored figure stood before a barricade, his lightsaber held to his side with smoldering bodies of zombies, allied and enemy forces around him. There were minimal casualties on his end, but no conflict was an actual conflict without losing a few men. TSE soldiers with their superior training had been holding their numbers fine, but the Mirialin militiamen who had arrived were having less than successful attempts to keep their numbers steady. That was something Vexen would try his best to keep from dropping any lower, though the death of the local people who took up arms to protect their homes only continued to paint the Jedi in a negative light.

A battered and bruised Mirialin militiamen would stumble over to Vexen, covered in dust and holding his side where a blaster bolt had grazed him. He would be half using his weapon as a crutch to keep himself upright before addressing the armored Anzati, " Sir...The fortifications have been reinforced and we're dug in deep. The invaders will have a harder time trying to bypass us, but we are running low on medical supplies and personnel. A majority of them have been sent to the hospital in order to tend to the civilian casualties. We can't hold out forever. " Vexen would turn as he looked at the militiamen. He was no more than in his early twenties, still young and still full of spirit. But the young Mirialin did make a point; without additional reinforcements and supplies, this would be difficult to keep both the Mirialin militia and TSE infantry at reasonable standards.

Vexen would speak up, his vocoded voice booming for all the soldiers and militiamen to hear, to fan that passionate flame inside of them into a roaring inferno that would not be quelled by the Jedi's attack in a subtle way of raising their morale. " We fight for Mirial and its people against those that pretend to serve the light. We will not allow them to break our spirit or the foundation we have built together. We must hold out until reinforcements arrive, and believe me...They will arrive! So fight on! For your people. For your homes. For your future! " Vexen would raise up his fist as a rallied cheer was given back in response. The manipulative Anzati had ways to control the emotions of others through charisma and speech. Simply turning their anger and sense of pride was not a difficult task to inspire to a higher calling.

The young Mirialin looked up at him with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Perhaps they could hold out until the rest of the Sith Empire had caught wind that Mirial was under attack. If they could hold out until then, they would have no problems stomping out the invaders from their home. He would offer as best of a salute as he could muster to show that he was ready and willing for as long as his body would allow him to go. He would fight until he was unable to. For hearth and home. A small smile would flicker across the young man's face and all seemed like it would be okay. In this very moment, he was surrounded by his countrymen, and those willing to fight for their protection and safety. What could go wrong?

A blaster bolt would wail through the air as it struck the Mirialin dead in the chest, a shot that was meant to be aimed at Vexen who stood close to the man but missed. Vexen would turn his head as it appeared the Jedi forces were trying to mount another attempt to break in further to the city. The young Mirialin would crumple, falling to his knees as his rifle clattered to the ground. Vexen would simply turn around, almost as if he ignored the Mirialin's demise entirely. It was a shot he had anticipated coming and had just barely moved to allow it to pass, but more Mirialin casualties were simply a factor that would work to the benefit of them in the long run. The crossfire would work to his advantage in keeping the Mirialin militia enraged. That burning passion that Sith prized, would have to hold out until the Sith Armada arrived.

After the blaster fire had resumed between the opposing sides, it was clear that Vexen and the soldiers with him were renewed with a blistering vigor. Avenge their fallen comrades and countrymen, even if it was to the last soldier standing. " We will avenge our comrades! We will show them your burning spirit. And they will flee in terror once we have unleashed our wrath upon them. Make one soldier fight like a dozen of theirs! " Vexen's words struck a chord within his men, but in a limited area around him. He was subtly utilizing Sith battle coordination to boost their efficiency and morale. The reconnaissance droid monitoring the firefight between the two sides would continue to document the battle, sending it off to be prepared into whatever slanderous propaganda could be conjured up to 'reveal' the Silver Jedi's colors once the battle was concluded. Attackers of a peaceful people without provocation.