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

[Samka Derith]

Location: Mirial system - hidden dungeon of Sith Science​

Objective: Uncover intelligence​

Allies: The Sith Empire​

Enemies: Silver Jedi Order​

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As [member="Kyrel Ren"] and [member="Amit Nykoan"] arrived on Mirial, their leader had come earlier on an investigation of her own.

There was a thud against the glass as the creature within stirred. It was not yet ravenous, as Samka had heard the beasts could be, but it was aggressive. It wasn't intelligent enough to probe the glass enclosure for weaknesses, instead it continued to pound the same spot near where the Sith scientist was standing. She did notice, however, that the creature ignored her completely.

"We call them, Woyunokut," the scientist explained, raising his voice over the sound of a fist repeatedly banging against glass.

"You couldn't have picked a name which wasn't an explosion of vowels?" Samka responded dryly, her crimson eyes flickering between the scientist and his subject.

"I didn't name them, Ren," the scientist, a middle aged man with a stern expression replied equally curt. Samka rather liked him.

He took a few steps towards the glass, letting the snarling Woyunokut follow his movements. "As you can see," he continued while pacing to and fro, "they seek to kill anyone who is not immersed in the Dark Side of the Force. That applies to both followers of the Light and those who aren't blessed with Force Sensitivity like myself. I dare say you on the other hand," he motioned for Samka to step forwards and she did so unflinchingly, "would be perfectly fine."

It was true. The Woyunokut paid her no heed. The scientist walked directly around her and still the beast shuffled along after his form, utterly ignoring hers.

"A weapon then?" Samka queried.

A nod followed from her companion. "That is correct. The current outbreak was created and used as a weapon against Dominion forces by the Sith Empire during our conquest of the system. That is top secret, of course, but I was told to tell you everything."

Samka raised a brow. She wouldn't say anything to her hosts but privately, this was yet another reason she would not be converting to the Sith. Her every action, no matter how vile or cruel, was ultimately done for the good of her nation. To unleash a horde of these things seemed counter productive in turning this conquest into a prosperous holding and endearing one's self to the civilian population.

But without the full picture, she'd refrain from judging too harshly. It was an area where their empires differed.

"These aren't the same creatures the First Order encountered in Seoul," she said, slightly disappointed. That time, the dead, had pursued anyone regardless of their alignment and sensitivity to the Force. Her hope had been the beasts reported here were one and the same and that the Sith may cooperate their intelligence with a mutual goal but no. This was another clean cut example of Sith weaponry, the creatures on Seoul were something else.

"But," Samka placed a gloved hand against the Woyunokut's, glass all that separated their touch, "there's enough similarities here to merit further study."

She turned to the scientist, a wicked grin twisting otherwise innocent, youthful features.

"Shall we begin?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Mirial's Capital Building
Objectives: Oversee the Restoration Effort
Allies: TSE | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Vaylin"]
Enemies: SJO | The Light
Equipment:

• Sith Armor
  Talisman of Heart and Soul

[*]Shuk'orok
[*]Sith Lightsabers
[*]Scepter of Power

The Dark Lord was moderately pleased.

The restoration of Mirial was proceeding on schedule, the sight of new buildings rising into the sky clear for miles around. The Imperial Legion had brought order back to the world, protecting its remaining citizens from being overwhelming by the remnants of the Primeval's devastation and the Dominion's neglect. In time the people had begun to see the Empire as stable, secure, and the true arbiter of peace thanks in no small part to the Empire's extensive propaganda machine.

But propaganda wasn't all of it, the Empire went to great lengths to improve every world that fell under its umbrella. Mirial just happened to be an important waystation for Imperial forces head deeper into the Stygian Caldera. Which was one of the reasons why the Dark Lord was here, boots on the ground, and visiting the planet in person.

Not because [member="Darth Saarai"] said it would be good for appearances. Definitely not that.

He was flanked on either side by a pair of Crownguard as he milled about the capital building, swarmed by local officials and other administrators of the Empire as they babbled on about the wants and needs of the people of Mirial. Carnifex swore he had a veritable army of middle men to take the brunt of this avalanche of mewling, but it was a small price to pay for good PR. Not that he didn't have half a mind to electrocute these pitiful fools into ash, but despite what picture the galaxy liked the paint of him he did know what restraint was.

Some of the times.

One of his envoys managed to break through the throng of people, "Milord, Lady Avacyn has arrived." Finally, some good news. The Dark Lord raised up both of his hands in a calming gesture, and amplified his voice with the Force: "If you excuse me, fine leaders of Mirial, I have urgent matters to attend to. We will reconvene at a later date." Carnifex immediately tuned out any comments and questions they may have, and surrounded by his Crownguard he quickly moved to vacate the chamber.

Now all he had to do was play the waiting game, and wonder why he had this nagging feeling in the back of his skull that today was going to go down the refresher.

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Mirial System
Objective: Work with the bear [member="Kiriko"]
Allies: SJO, RA
Opposition: Sith

Her eyes flicked to the tea between the bears hands. The small area of her face mask that had retracted and wasn't exposed to the light allowing her to sip at the warmth of it while she was sitting there and waiting. The medical kit there as well as some of the engineers in their armor fo quickly establishing the medical tents with hushed caskets and healers. "This is a new blend yes." She said it less as a question and more a statement, she hadn't seen the bear since he was small and with everythying happening well she barely made time to get out of the medical areas and ships. "We have been experimenting with some of the healing teas we were introduced to by Boolon before he left the order. You should come by the medical center when you have the chance."

She said it with some interest and the telchek cube in her hip bag gleamed with energy before she was remaining there. Some of the extra medical equipment that they had been able to bring out from storage that wasn't going to require rooms like on the triage. "We do have through the quick deploy tents we can use. I am uncertain about the amount of people we will need to hold within but we can set them up." Her covered eyes remained open a little but she didn't need them to completely see before she tapped a smal part of a display screen on her wrist to call up the holograms. "We should have a triage on stand by should the worst happen and we require it. A soni for medical transports can be used once we are on the ground to get around quickly or some runabouts."

 

[H3xle]

Mirial​

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

"Woyunokut hadn't been seen in this sector of the capital for weeks until tonight!" A severely distressed Mirialan told Anora ass soon as she neared the special forces operator on the "safe" side of the barricade. Anora did a quick appraisal of the woman, checking for any wounds on her. Not seeing any physical wounds, she was about to dismiss her, but the panic in her eyes gave her pause.

"Ma'am, you'll be ok here. We've got troopers if they push to hard here, and we have medics back there to help." She indicated both the soldiers manning the barricade, then the medical units who were in a nearby shop that was abandoned since long before the Dominion had been here. A small squeak of fear reached Anoras ears from below, and she saw a young girl clinging to the womans clothes. Anora knelt down and reached out a gauntleted hand. "Don't worry little one, you'll be safe here." With her other hand she reached into a pouch on her belt and pulled out a small candy bar. She'd been hoarding them from her meals on the ride over, knowing the sugar would do her some good in a crunch time. Now it looked like it would go to better use.

Anora glanced up at the woman, who she assumed was the little girls mother.

"May I?" She asked the mother, whose panic stricken eyes looked much better, as if she remembered her daughter was safe. There was still sadness and fear in the eyes, but no longer as much panic.

"I...I think she would like that. Thank you."

"Hi there..." She looked back to the little girl, holding out the small candy bar. She tilted her head a little, trying to look as unintimidating as possible despite the armor and weapons. "I'm Anora. You look like you might like this, it's chocolate."

At the mention of the greatest bribe to children the galaxy over, the young girls eyes brightened, and the candy bar disappeared from Anora's hand. A muffled "Thank you Anora!" could be heard around the sound of the wrapper coming off and the chocolate being shoved into the childs mouth by her own small hand. Anora smiled and watched for a moment, then stood back up. She took a deep breath and smiled at the mother. The warmth and care in those eyes as they looked at the child who had seen more than she should have for such a young age wasn't what Anora thought of when she thought of mothers, but it put a smile on her face anyway.

"You should probably go see the medics, get checked out. Someone should be able to help you get settled in until we can corral the Woyunokut some place safer."

"Thank you...Anora." She said, seeming confused at the level of kindness from one wearing emblems of the Sith. It had taken Anora a little while to get the distinction as well. When you are a citizen of the Empire, you get treated like it. A happy citizenry is a content citizenry. If you weren't a citizen of the Empire...that was where the Sith earned their reputation.

Anora nodded, then turned back towards the barricade.

"Anora..." The mothers hand was on her arm. Anora turned and looked back with a curious eyebrow raised. "My husband was not at home when they came for us...he had gone to a meeting. I don't know if he is hurt or..." She broke off, the panic and sadness rising in her eyes again.

"Do you know where he went?" Anora asked as she turned to face the woman fully again.

"He...he went to a meeting..." The womans hesitancy spoke volumes, and Anora nodded. People who didn't understand the difference between being part of the Empire and being against it tried to resist harder and harder. The woman saw Anora's understanding, and tears began to fall. "They were meeting in the basement of Kohli Nars Bar..."

"I'll try to go find them, if they live still I'll try to bring them back." She replied, pushing the woman and her daughter towards the medics, then turning back and grabbing her helmet. She slipped it on and reported in to the commander of this section of the capital, letting him know she was taking some of the reserve out to gather in citizens.

She left out what they had been doing, hoping to save the woman from having to bury her husband if he had survived the Woyunokut thus far.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Stealth Frigate
Objective: Help liberate Mirial....and don't die
Allies: [member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Cardinam"] | [member="Lara Fairfax"] | [member="Eri'anya Forr"] |[member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | SJO
Enemies: The Sith Empire

Stephanie Swail looked up at the map readout of Mirial and listened to the briefing by [member="Arisa Yune"] once more. As part of the third phase of Operation Silversaber – one that was a huge gamble for the Silver Jedi as a whole – Stephanie was here as a Padawan to learn on the job, but also to help the people of Mirial and free them from the manipulative clutches of the Sith.

The Dark Side was spreading like a virus, corrupting and abusing those it touched. Once it had a hold, you were already dead. Lives had been lost, but it was the job of the Silver Jedi to ensure no more would be lost today or in the future. She was here for a reason. To make a difference.

Mirial was a world like any other – thriving and holding key points of interest for those living there. It was a delicate operation to be both aggressor and protector. Push the Sith forces back, cripple their operations that allowed them to sweep into the galaxy, but also help defend, support and defend the innocents trapped under the false truth of the Dark Lords and Ladies.

Her dark eyes scanned the image on the map. Buildings, outposts, possible ship-yards, defenses. It was a gamble from intel provided by scouts, but who knew how accurate it was.

”There,” she pointed at a section of map. ”I think we need to come in lower to avoid their long range attacks. Stick lower to the terrain and use it to our advantage.”

She turned and held onto the railing above.

”We push them back out of the system or we destroy them if they try to bleed into ours. It’s that simple. It’s them or us, and I will not bend to their deceptive façade of trying to make a better galaxy for others.”

A Ranger stepped forward and slipped on her helmet.

”With you all the way, Steph.”

The Padawan nodded and smiled and looked to the others on-board. She blew out a small breath; she was nervous and anxious. For the first time she was now part of an invasion party heading into enemy territory and not fleeing. She was going to help make a difference, but she was going into the hornet’s nest for the first time. And her Master wasn’t here with her. It felt like an arm was missing and she was all on her own.

She controlled her breathing and rocked with the frigate’s movements, nodding to the others waiting for the craft to either land for a quick drop, or the ship would get blown out of the sky. She prayed for the former.

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Mirial System, Stealth Frigate
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE, [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

This was going to be Jairdain's first venture back into Sith territory since she was captured by them on Charros IV over a year ago. While her time with them, she had learned a few things as well as how they thought, for the most part. They all had their idiosyncrasies and differences, but they all followed one code and followed one leader. They were also all dark with varying shades mixed in.

To say she was afraid was wrong, the young woman no longer feared that which was a natural part of her. She accepted it, but didn't exactly welcome it. Being human meant she had light and dark within her. There was new sense of balance in her. Before when she was Jedi, only the light shined in her with a great brilliance. As a sith, it was still there, but buried under thick blankets woven by the lies and corruption that had been fed to her. In the end, Jairdain had returned to the Silver Jedi, somehow knowing with them, everything would work out.

They had helped her regain her mind and clear the haze of confusion that surrounded her. With their help, Jairdain had found a purpose and reason to go on. With that new purpose, she now sat waiting to land on Mirial.

The liberation of them from the Sith was something she looked forward to. To start chipping away at the worlds they held. A bite to the ankle only, but they would know the Jedi would no longer allow them to run rampant over the galaxy. It was time for the Light to strike at the Dark, like lightening in a storm. They would come in, make their strike and liberate the planet below.

 

[Jake Daniels]

Interstellar Position: Mirial System
Specific Location: Stealth Frigate
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Opposition: The Sith Empire
Outfit: Mirial Attire

A couple of weeks or so had only passed since Jake’s events with Valae. Just a couple of weeks since a woman looking for healing plants and her order turned his life upside down. It was still so new for Jake; the feeling of allowing the lightside within him again. For decades he had utilized darkness. It had been his go to. It had been what helped him excel with a lightsaber, what had guided him in combat. Yet that had changed. Valae was working with him in private to let go of what he had known for so long known. It wasn’t easy. To say Jake didn’t struggle with this change was an understatement.

He sat on the edge of a bench in an abandoned corridor near the drop ships of the stealth frigate. The Knight rubbed his knees. The bones aching from the heightened anxiety his body was going through. Jake couldn’t tell if the anxiety was caused by an anticipation of eagerness or anticipation of fear. There was an undeniable similarity between what he was witnessing today and what occurred decades earlier. The same concept; freedom from the darkside. That was the battle cry now as it had been many years prior. The incident this reminded Jake of was the ill-fated Jedi Order invasion of Korriban. An invasion that saw him abducted by a Sith Lord and abandoned by the very Order he had served.

A sigh escaped his lips as his head pressed against the steel wall behind him. This was too much like what he had been through as a Padawan. Yet Valae had asked for his help. Jake would honor that request. He would also honor a promise he made during their little adventure together; that he would truly try and embrace the light. He wanted to change. He needed to. Reaching into his pocket, the Knight pulled free a thin ball chain with two oval shaped metal plates attached. Taking the first, he stuck it between the laces of his boot and its tongue. The second he kept on the chain. That chain was then placed around his neck.

Dog-tags. Something he had quickly made for him before he had left for this mission. His name. His homeworld. That’s all that was written. The hope being that if he died, someone would find one of the forms of identification and return him to Honoghr. He glanced to his side, his trusty aged messenger back nestled beside him. Next, the Knight pulled out a small piece of paper and a pen. The habits were coming back to him. These were actions a soldier would perform before hitting a battlefield. Last minute preps. Dog-tags; check. Equipment; check. There was one last thing he needed to do. A note. These few seconds of thought felt like an eternity as the Knight tried to find a way to express internal thought into written word. He had much he wanted to say but only so much space.

His eyes shot up to a passerby, whom took little note of the Knight or what he was doing. After the passerby had vanished down a different corridor, Jake finally began to write. ‘Miss [member="Valae Kitra"]…’ It was a long winded note. A note of pure thought and emotion. Yet the note was private. For only two sets of eyes to ever be authorized to see; the hopefully only one ever would. This was the last bit of prep Jake had. A final goodbye. A tradition that soldiers had that if they fall, their comrades would take the note and give it to those it was marked for. Every soldier wrote them in Jakes time. Every soldier had someone they wanted to express their final thoughts too. Every soldier hoped the note would never have to be read.

Folding the note into a square and placing it in a front pocket of his jeans, the Knight then rose. Jake reached into his messenger bag and pulled his lightsaber free; the same weapon he had constructed as a Sith. Clipping it to the small of his back the man then tucked the bag under the bench he had been sitting upon. He was not dressed like a typical combatant. War had long left the veins of this fallen Knight; a Knight where both light and dark continued its inner war for control of the man’s soul. His fingers slid through his locks, unkempt tangled hair resisting the invading digits as he did so. How would he respond to this particular situation? Would he falter within the rays of the light? Would he be wrapped within the warmth of the darkness he had known for so long? There truly was only one way to find out.

Quietly Jake began to trek towards the drop ships…

 

[Lord Depravious]

LOCATION: MIRIAL CAPITOL BUILDING
OBJECTIVE: HELP IN RESTORATION EFFORTS
ALLIES: TSE | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Vaylin"]
ENEMIES: SJO & Friends

The governing body of Mirial seemed to be in full acceptance of the Sith Empire's rule of the planet, there was definitely mild talk of dissent within the mass population of Mirial; although, with The Sith Empire now here helping to rebuild their civilization and give them the security promised to them by the Imperials their views should be changing quite rapidly. And if they didn't? Depravious had no issue with lopping each one of the dissenters heads off with a single stroke of his blade through flesh.

There was something more though, Lord Depravious along with all of the other Sith seemed to have this cold chill run down their spine that something bad was to happen. Maybe not all of them had the ability to have premonition through the force, but the majority of the Darksiders currently located on the planet definitely could tell something was going to happen soon - it was just a matter of time until they found out exactly what it was.

The Lord Kamari stood next to - but slightly behind Darth Carnifex during the proceedings with the Mirial government. Most of this was rather boring to Depravious, while he understood that it was necessary, he himself had absolutely no real reason of being there other than to help oversee operations. With the Dark Lord of the Sith in the room pretty much everything was directed at him though, the Government knew that as long as he was pleased the rest of the Sith would have no reason to begin murdering their kin.

The word came to Darth Carnifex's ear that Lady Avacyn had arrived and in full eavesdropping manner Lord Depravious had over heard the news as well. He had never actually met this Sith Lord; however, he had definitely heard about her and read her dossier. Kaalia Voldaren was an interesting being to say the least and Shaidin was rather excited to actually meet her for the first time.

In stride with the Dark Lord - again slightly behind him though out of respect - Lord Depravious turned on his heel and followed the Dark Lord off to meet with Lady Avacyn and her allies.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Mirial
Objective: Work on eradicating the undead threat
Allies: The Sith [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemies: Those bloody undead, and eventually the Jedi

Equipment: Mask Lightsaber

She truly despised the undead, always had and always would. It was the one aspect of the arcane arts of the Sith she eschewed from pursuing, believing it to be a waste of people and resources. There were so many interesting applications of the dark side that could be used, instead of making mindless zombies. At least these ones weren't interested in attacking those who commanded the dark side of the Force, but still they were a headache when one was trying to maintain security on a world.

Others were working on a vaccination, something she would have preferred to be pursuing herself, but she had elected to take a more... hands on approach to eliminating or containing the threat these Woyunokut posed to the Mirialians. A squad of Sith soldiers followed along with the mask and robed Sith Lady, and they were moving to yet another site in the outskirts of the capital where those blasted zombies had taken root. They had burned out the infection at three other spots today, with the Lady of Secrets ordering further security measures be put into place.

"My Lady, we're reading at least twenty signatures in the building up ahead... no heart beats."

"Then you have your orders, Captain," came the cool and modulated reply. With a snappy salute, the captain and his men entered the building and there was the sound and sight of precision blaster bolts. She decided not to go in and assist with her lightsaber, an idea coming to her mind as her men dealt with the issue.

These... things did not bother people who held a connection to the dark side, she wondered if that could be used as a potential defense for a population. Something to consider, she thought, as one of the zombies slipped past her men and out into the street. A red lightsaber flashed once, and the two halves, split horizontal, fell to the ground to be burned away later. Really, she did dislike zombies.

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Location: Miral System...You guessed it, Stealth Frigate
Objective: Liberate the Holy Land Miral
Allies: SJO | [member="Auron Song"] (long enough to lend him a weapon)
Enemies: SE | [member="Vitor Avendahl"]
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Armor

Meticulously latching various pieces of armor into place, Marek S'hadar cast a glance across the faces in the dropship alongside him. Silver Raiders were a hard bunch, all of them veterans of numerous conflicts, all of them capable of incredible acts of valor and skill. They were soldiers and damn good ones at that, the Jedi Master could only hope that he would do right by them when the time came.

This wasn't the first time he'd invaded a Sith world, but it was the the first time in a long time, he hardly remembered the sands of Korriban from what felt like so long ago. It had felt liberating to come to a place that once was the source of such suffering to him, and then destroy it all with his brother at his side. It had been a different time then, before the One Sith, or the First Order, and he'd still had Cale then, it had been a better time. Not like now, or rather, how things had been before now. Force willing, this would be the start of something good, a united effort to drive back the darkness and bring peace and freedom to the galaxy.

Grasping his helm with a gauntleted hand, he found himself peering into the eyes of the faceplate, in his mind images flashed of the distinctive 'Y' from behind which he'd seen the world, in that damned metal coffin of a life support suit. Once he'd have winced at the memory, recoiled at the pain, but now he seemed rather unaffected, he'd accepted it as just another part of a troubled past, one he was helping stop from ever happening again. If he died today, cut down by some Sith's blade but managed to stop them from twisting another child into a monster, it would be worth it.

But he didn't plan on dying today.

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Location: Mirial | The Capital
Objective: Discover what the Cult is up to this time.
Allies: TSE
Enemies: Cultists/Separatists, probably SJO


You can't build an empire on a bed of corpses.

Mad dog, wild sith never could have made it to this point. They could be reavers, reaping across the galaxy, burning everything. Or they could target, meeting violence with violence in a manner that brooked no interference. The only way to build an empire was to truly build, and Hirou was fortunate in working for a Sith that not only understood that, but embraced it and helped shape the policy that ran the Empire. They had learned well the lessons of some really old sith dude Hirou didn't really care about, but that Tai Fa sometimes waxed poetic on. Palpatate. Or something like that. Patience, control. Violence when necessary but build when the option presented itself.

It was one thing to know that others saw you as evil. It was another thing to use that as an excuse to act stupid.

That wasn't to say the Sith didn't leave lovely little pillows of them lying around. Some were tidier, more constrained and controlled than others sure- they made the bed and covered up the gruesome necessities. But even those weren't good, and Hirou knew that.

Sometimes it wasn't about good and evil. Sometimes it was about family. Loyalty. Honor.

Of course, just how much honor could exist at one time in a creature so small was anyone's guess.

Honestly, Hirou wasn't here for the Sith Empire. Hirou was here for [member="Darth Saarai"]. The Thirriken had saved Hirou's life. Offered their clan a place of safety. He was family, a part of Clan Tabigarashu as surely as Hirou was. The first of the Too Bigs to gain that honor, though not the last. Progressive, Hirou liked to (cockily) consider their clan. Accepting of people who were different! Even Too Bigs. Yes. Even clumsy, not very smart Too Bigs. Tai Fa was an exception of course. It was part of what had allowed that gate to open. Seeing that maybe not all of them were vile, Nezumi eating monsters! Yes, it was good to have their bias challenged, Hirou thought to themself. Even if most of the rest of them were clearly dangerous beings purely on the basis of their various too large bodies. Genetics. Poor things couldn't help it.

A live, insulated wire clutched in one paw, Hirou delicately applied it to the spot on the tiny tube they needed- sparks flew, the smell of hot metal filled the air and the Nezumi leaned back slightly, tail tucked neatly behind them and out of the line of fire. Pulling it back again, Hirou lifted up their goggles, nodding with satisfaction at the weld joint. That would hold splendidly, they decided. Reaching up, they hooked the wire over the rubber hanger for just that purpose, paw reaching out absently to pat at the work bench beside them-

Ears swiveled forward as Tiba came scampering into the workshop.

"Lord Fa needs us to look into something!"

Tiba, pure black and lovely, pulled back on her haunches as Hirou scratched their right ear with a hind leg, waiting patiently.

"Good timing!" Hirou responded cheerfully. "Just finishing up. What's going on?"

As Tiba explained, Hirou's ears drew back, fur fluffing up slightly. Their tail found its way into their paws and Hirou gripped it in a sure sign of discomfort- if you spent a lot of time around Nezumi, that is.

"Does he need..... me..... specifically?"

Tiba gave Hirou a sympathetic look.

"You're the only left....."

"With experience with that cult. No, I understand."

​"I'm coming with you, so don't worry! We'll be okay!"

Hirou looked over their shoulder at the work bench then back at Tiba. Fur rippled and they were about to argue, but the bright and optimistic expression on the black Nezumi's face was too much and instead they just nodded.

"Okay. Get what you need. Meet me back here in ten minutes."

There was no telling just how messy this was going to get. And Hirou had no idea that even now, an enemy fleet was on their way.... or how that would feed into their mission today.

All they knew was that by the tingling at the base of their tail, today was going to get very, very bad.

 

[Progflaw99]

Outer Rim Territories \\ Mirial​

Near Orbit \\ Starlight-class Freighter​

Allies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Ananta"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Lara Fairfax"] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] ​

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It had felt like a lifetime - she still found it strange to be back on soil with something other than molten rock and hardened magma - she'd spent the last few weeks traveling within Sith Empire space. The desolate planet of Oricon had been her home, was her home. It was there she had first tasted the power of the Dark Side, intoxicating as it was. Some might have referred to her master as a hermit, but he was much more than that. Powerful, even if not of the same build as the Dark Lord, Darth Carnifex himself. No, Tirdarius had been of another kind of strength - the strength of knowledge. Knowledge was her goal from the start, to gain a better understanding of herself and of the powers of the Force, but the ride it had taken her on had been anything but what she had expected. Lord Tirdarius had warned her of this, even said as much during their first meeting but she could not have fully understood. Even now she didn't think she really did.

Lyra still wasn't used to flying. It had been a difficult skill for her to learn, so much harder than learning how to use the small Sith sword tucked into its scabbard resting next to her. Mirial had been brought into the fold several months prior, or at least it had been claimed. The forces of The Dominion had been too weak to stop the tide of warriors belonging to the Sith Empire. Their intent had been to subjugate the planet, expanding the reach of the Empire itself. Some may have suggested that the original intent was to bring order, but everyone knew those were just fancy words people used to justify their warmongering - anything but order had been brought to Mirial on that fated day. The rebuilding efforts were certainly nothing to sneeze at, but Lyra couldn't know for sure what damage was pre-existing and what the Sith Empire had caused in their arrival. It caused her a quiet exhale of amusement. These were the thoughts of someone well above her station. Some may have called her weak for it, but Lyra knew better. While the strength of the hammer was undeniable, but the accuracy of the scalpel carried its own merit.

A quiet chirp brought the girl back from her thoughts, eyes focusing on the small display panel to the side of her readouts. After spending a moment processing the information, she wrinkled her features. She was going to need a refuel before progressing further along her route. Mirial was just a pit stop along the way back towards home, the last stop. Doing a quick scan, she sent a detailed message towards on of the fringe spaceports, detailing what services her vessel would require upon landing. A moment later a reply and coordinates were transmitted. *Well, best get this over with.* she thought as she guided the small vessel towards the surface.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Mirial - Starport -> Capital Building
Objective: Oversee the Restoration Effort
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Lord Depravious"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi & Allies
Equipment: 2x Sith Lightsabers, Armour, Oculus

Time had not been kind to Mirial. Long ago the Primeval had their presence felt across the planet, and then a sudden shift in leadership had allowed a particular Warlord to take advantage. Zambrano the Hutt had performed a ritual to his god; Balagoth. Countless numbers of Mirialans had perished in the wake of it. And their home had been left in ruin because of it, thankfully not all of their kind had been eradicated, some had managed to flee before the ritual could be completed and they had eventually returned to their home planet to try and rebuild. Somewhere amongst then, the Silver Jedi had provided relief efforts to those that remained, through one iteration or another of their faction, which at the time had been the Silver Sanctum.

But then as always, the planet changed hands and the Dominion had taken over and had seemingly done little in terms of continuing to help and keep the Mirialans afloat on their own planet. So when the Sith Empire had arrived, pushing the Dominion's presence out of the planet and surrounding space, it was fairly easy for them to find themselves in the good graces of the populace. Sure, there were the rogue elements that despised Sith in general and in turn did not appreciate having an empire ruling over them now. But Sith Empire had remained fair, like any of the citizens that fell under their banner, only with the Mirialans it required a more direct hand to help them restore what they had once lost.

Vaylin had joined with her Valkyrie sisters, having been ordered to join the efforts in a two-prong effort. To oversee the safety of the civilians from the undead horde that now threatened them, and to oversee the relief efforts the Empire was undertaking.

"We have landed. Boarding ramp is lowering."

The Zabrak had followed behind Kaalia as they departed the ship and stepped into the hangar. Their forces were filing out, getting ready to move out once Darth Avacyn ordered them. For Vaylin and Aria however, they were to meet up with Darth Carnifex and the other Sith already occupied further in the city.

"Understood," she gave Kaalia a curt nod, before following her Master out of the hangar and the starport itself.

Vaylin was dressed in her personalised armor, her twin lightsabers hanging at her waist. Her little trinket remained hidden beneath the protective layers, deciding to keep it hidden until a time was required for it to be used. Although as they left, Vaylin couldn't help but feel like something was off.

Their trek through the city hadn't taken too long, the path had already been decided upon prior and their progress had been impeded by anyone they had crossed by. The curfew had supposedly been held back a few hours due to their successful efforts to repel the undead from the city. It meant there were a lot of people on the streets, a lot of eyes on them as two Sith strode across the pavement.

Once they had reached the Capital Building they had received word of where the Dark Lord and his small group had moved to. And after another short walk, Vaylin and Aria had finally met up with them. This marked the second time the young Zabrak had crossed paths with the Zambrano, the first of which had been recently when she had hauled a group of Jedi prisoners to Bastion. For a moment her eyes fell on someone she didn't recognize, the other Sith Lord present; Depravious.

She started with a short bow of the head, "My lords, Darth Avacyn will be joining us soon, she's currently focused on directing our forces around the city's perimeters."

 

[Lark]

Location: Mirial
Objective: Help Rebuild
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: Zombies/Jedi

"I must say, such reconstructive efforts were... unexpected."

Lark stood near a husk of a theater once filled with splendorous artwork and music so melodious it would touch even the darkest of hearts. Sounds of construction filled the air around them, buzz-saws cut into wooden pillars, taking them down only to be replaced with finer stone supports. Droids helped clear any debris out of the way, and archaeologists were brought in to preserve whatever they could. A small squadron of Sith Troops patrolled the area nearby, wary for any potential zombie attack. From their current position they should be safe, but it never hurt to be careful. Lark was in charge of overseeing the reconstruction of the theater, as well as making sure that no harm befell those in the area. In addition to the Sith soldiers, he had his own creations, the Svarrif, perched atop buildings and flying above their vicinity, scouting for any potential threats, whether it be zombie, cultist, or a bold looter seeking to find personal gain after such a tumultuous struggle.

"The Sith look after their own, friend." He stood beside the owner of the theater, as well as the Suveec siblings, Rodian twins who became regular performers and local favorites. The reconstruction was proceeding nicely, with few setbacks or interruptions. "While the bulk of the resources must be devoted to rebuilding hospitals and ensuring the safety of Mirial, we haven't forgotten about the common people. In time, life will once again assume a sense of normality."

"I must say," the owner started, "I'm impressed by how quickly you've got this all taken care of. I thought you people would have no interest in this sort of thing. We might be back in business within the month, at this rate!"

"Is it really that hard to believe that Sith might take joy in music and drama? I'm just disappointed not all of the artwork on display could be properly preserved." Lark let out a soft chuckle, before turning over to the Suveec twins. "Hopefully I'll have the opportunity to see the two of you perform live sometime soon. I've listened to recordings before, you've some of the most beautiful voices I've ever heard."

The twins laughed nervously. "S-sir," the male twin stammered. "We have t-traditions here. Plays that are beloved by the community, songs that we are passionate about. You don't intend to... remove these, do you?"

Lark smiled kindly. "As I said, we hope to see Mirial returned to normal as soon as possible. We won't force you to spread Sith propaganda, so long as your performances don't become slanderous, you're free to continue as you were. This wonderful planet has seen enough conflict, it is my hope that your voices will help ease the people of Mirial''s troubled spirits. So long as there are no major setbacks, I hope that you may sing sometime soon. Now then, why don't we get this show on the road?"

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: On standby with ground forces.
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE | [member="Krest"] eventually
Objective: Fight TSE

Yuroic was gearing himself up for the Silver Jedi's first strike back. He was glad that they were finally taking the battle to the enemy. Having to defend themselves from the Galactic Empire and First Order had tired many, however, Yuroic remained solid in his determination. His eyes were dark and cold, he knew the threat that the Sith brought and he wasn't going to just lay down and take the beating that was being dished out. This time he was going to strike back and strike hard. With his armour fitted and his helmet securely on, Yuroic headed down to meet the ground forces. His tattered cloak trailed behind him as he lifted the hood over his helmet. It was the only piece of clothing that disguised him as a Jedi not another soldier. However, his armour had to be tough. Today, he was facing Sith, their weapons were deadly.

As Yuroic met various soldiers, greeting them with a simple nod of his head. He paused and wondered how many would survive this invasion. While they were fighting to liberate the region of tyrannical Sith rule, there was still the fact so many were dying for it. It was sobering thought as Yuroic gave brief prayer that peace be found swiftly. Seeing Jairdain sitting and waiting for the shuttles to move to the ground. Yuroic sat next to her and held her hand as he looked at her. He felt the natural nerves of impeding war, however, he did not try to suppress them or cast them away. He embraced them and acknowledge them as a natural and accepting feeling in the situation. Though he would live on through the Force, death was still a scary thought. And death followed war.

Looking at his beloved, he leaned in. "I love you, Jairdain. You can handle this." Knowing that this was the first time she would be fighting the Sith since she rejoined him.

 

[Subject 37]

Space - Incursion Transport
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE, [member="Anora Demici"]

Jorg slipped into the drop pod with a certain stoic expression clinging to his face. The discomfort that flashed across his features was hidden by his helmet, the slight crack of his fingers muted by the padded gloves around them. He scowled, trying to appear like a perfect example as he squeezed into the tiny space without much hesitation.

The first time he'd been in one of these was on Alderaan, when the One Sith had deployed themselves directly into the city center and attacked everything from hospitals to the palace grounds itself. Fighting then had been brutal, and half the city had come apart because of what they'd done. The drop pods they'd used had been far less sophisticated of course, these ones having been designed by Vanir to carry them through hyperspace. He frowned for a moment, finally saddling himself into the seat.

The strap he drew across his chest gave him little room to move, though he supposed that was the point.

"Everyone comfy?" His voice rang out over the comms a flutter of responses quickly following his words. He frowned for a moment, noting the green blips that floated across his HUD in confirmation. After a moment his lips thinned, his hand reaching up to flick several switches that had been added to his command pod.

Their drop wouldn't be a pleasant one, but at least it would go unnoticed.

He let out a sigh, then pressed the large key. The Pod he was in shook violently, a pop sounding out just behind his head as they were released from the ship above. A moment of hesitation, of clear pause floated within the air, and then suddenly another harsh shake took the pod. There was a buzz as he and the other two dozen pods entered hyperspace.

 

[Mason Raxsted]

​Location - [Mirial's Capital]
​Objective - [Make Contact with Resistance Forces]​

​Allies - [The good guys]​

​Enemies - [The bad guys]​

Proximity - [[member="Kor Vexen"]]​

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​Mason's breathing was becoming more and more ragged as he ran through the dimly lit streets. In all of his briefings, he'd never understood the horror that was the planet of Mirial. In the several weeks he had been on the planet, it was a constant battle to avoid contact with any members of the Sith Empire lest he be discovered. He wasn't entirely sure what his enemies would do if he was discovered, but he knew that it wouldn't be pleasant. As a young Jedi Padawan, they almost had rejected his request to come and be a part of the affairs of the planet. However, in the end he'd argued that his youth would help him to hide among the population more easily. That argument had at first fallen flat, given that he wasn't Mirialan, but upon his introduction of a medication he could take to make his skin turn temporarily green they'd acquiesced and allowed him to travel to the occupied planet. Several temporary tattoos later, he'd departed for the outer rim world. His mission was simple - make contact with the underground resistance forces, and help to organize them for possible partnership with the SJO at some time in the far off future. That had all changed with a cryptic message he'd received several hours ago. He wasn't entirely sure what the message meant, but it did indicate that he was to alert the resistance forces for full watch.

Upon hearing some conversation regarding Mirial, Mason had quickly volunteered to go. This was what he lived for - not the medical aide and healing that many Jedi loved. There was nothing wrong with it, but it just wasn't him. He was no more the combatant than the healer, however; the role of Jedi warrior was not one that he would ever fit into. He enjoyed the diplomatic side of things, but it still wasn't quite the niche he filled. No, his passion was coordinating undergrounds, working with the oppressed to overthrow their oppressors. His greatest abilities fell uniquely in the areas of mentally fortifying those around him and rallying others to a worthwhile cause. He was a motivator. At the moment, however, he wasn't feeling so motivated.

He and another youth had left the resistance headquarters in order to get information to another cell, occupying a separate district in the capital city. It was dangerous to go out after curfew, and not only because of the Sith patrols. One had to contend with feral zombies who roamed the streets at night, looking for someone to eat. As a young student, Mason hadn't yet created his own lightsaber. He had been loaned one as an emergency, and fortunately had a decent bit of training in its use. However, he'd thought it wise to not travel the streets with it. Being caught with a lightsaber on Mirial would have brought up a lot of questions he didn't want to answer. At this moment, however, he was regretting that decision.

Turning into a side alley, the feral pack hard on their heels, he looked for an escape. There was none. It was a dead end. Mason silently cursed himself as he turned to watch the pack slow, knowing that their prey was cornered. He and the other with him huddled back against the wall, out of options. Did he dare use the Force?​ If he did, it would certainly reveal him to any nearby Sith patrols. That would leave him just as dead, as well as tipping them off to possible SJO influence on the planet. Did he dare not use the Force?​ He was no good to the SJO if he was dead at the hands of a pack of ferals.

Mason gasped as the alleyway behind the ferals was bathed in a crimson light, accompanying the familiar snap-hiss​ that he'd heard so many times. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around the girl next to him and went to the ground, shielding her with his body. The sputtering grunts of his hunters filled his ears, along with the sickening thuds of body parts falling to the ground. After several moments, the alleyway was silent. Mason turned his head and looked up to see an armored form holding a crimson blade at his side. He held his breath, fear and anxiety rolling off of him. It would be expected, of course, and fortunately Mason didn't need to fake it. The man told him that the curfew was for his own good before informing them that he would be returning them to their homes.

Mason and the girl walked with their unlikely savior, exchanging no words until they reached their 'homes.' Upon their arrival, the man explained to the respective parental figures what had occurred. Both sets showed suitable worry and gratitude toward the benevolent Sith as well as anger at their 'children.' Feeling as though he hadn't breathed in hours, Mason finally released a deep breath, allowing tension to melt away.

"Did you make it to the second cell?" the father figure asked quietly, once they were sure the Sith was gone.

"No," Mason said, frustration edging his voice. "We ran into a pack of ferals - we'd probably be dead if it weren't for that guy."

The man nodded his head in understanding, his gaze drifting in the direction of the door. "We have to try again."

 

[Zef Halo]

LOCATION: Mirial Tribunal
ALLIES: TSE
ENEMIES: Jedi | [member="Marek S'hadar"]

Dissent had to be eradicated for law and order to prosper.

And no one did eradicate dissent better than the Saaraishash under the leadership of no other than [member="Darth Saarai"].

Lord Fa.

Always one step ahead of him, always at the vantage point first. Avendahl might've been labelled a Sith Lord but he had still much to learn from his former Master. Not in a direct way this time, too. But Vitor believed he'd some day surpass him. His belief did not stream from homicidal egomania but from progress.

If the future did not surpass the past, then was that truly the future?

Lately, Vitor had refocused his attention to building power and influence within the powerhouse known as The Sith Empire. Corondex was in capable hands, although he did oversee its status from time to time. It was time for him to move on.

To grow. Just like Fa desired of him.

Corondex was merely the stepping to stone to greatness, now truly came the hard climb of the ladder.



And the climb is all there is.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: Approaching Mirial from The Pirate's Foe
Objective: Capture or kill the Sith
Allies: SJO
Opposition: Sith and eventually [member="Darth Lykos"]
Gear: Blade of the Satvas, Blaster, Lightsaber, Mandalorian Power Shield, Armorweave

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Survival.​

This was not just a battle between light and dark or heros and villains. The relentless attacks far and wide throughout Silver Jedi space, by a highly coordinated Axis of Evil was a sign that galaxy peace was not only in jeopardy, but that the annihilation of weaker species, and the loss of history and generations of Jedi would happen if the war juggernaut was not stopped.

And to date, Jedi Knight Setzi Lunelle had quite a few experiences with surviving. She’d survived serving the One Sith, she’d woken from a year long stasis after being captured by pirates and she most recently had recovered from a deadly amphistaff bit which had almost killed her. Only a slight limp remained in the affected leg.

The Mirialians had not been as lucky and the survival of their race depended upon the defensive push to drive the Sith from Mirial.

Knight Lunelle watched the holo-broadcast from the cockpit of the Pirate’s Foe. She would be landing soon, hoping to surprise the Sith with the goal of capture, but killing if she had to. The young Zabrak, Darren had remained by her bedside after Ossus.

Wherever you are, you pulled me back from the brink, my padawan friend. Feelings for him had began to blur over from comrade to something deeper, but as the invasion began to take shape emotions took a backseat. She punched in the coordinates to move through one of the minor hyperlanes of the Corva sector.

Once she would arrive on the ground, certain Force signatures would be recognizable, yet others elusive. Setzi knew who she needed to avoid most of all, and quickly forced herself through deep concentration to put that part of her past behind her.

An intelligence report interrupted her meditation.

“Eyes on the ground have quite a few Sith amassing in the capital.”

“Roger that.”

Setzi re-charted her course to land somewhere on the outskirts once she’d broken through Mirial’s atmosphere.

 

[Kenth Typho]

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Location: Mirial
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | Sith Empire
Enemies: ???

For the past six months the Empire had been rather busy on Mirial.

From setting up safe-zones against the undead to cleaning out the capital to fortify the defenses of the world. Mirial was a border world, after all, and one of the few planets that had a direct path into the Sith Worlds, territory the Empire was already leading a campaign against. But things didn't always want to work the way they wanted it to.

Case in point.

The Engineering Corps of the Empire had spend the last two months trying to repair an orbital cannon installation. According to Command it was integral towards Mirial's planetary defense, ensuring that after the campaign against the Sith Worlds the planet would have some defensive capabilities without a planetary shield.

"You'd think that we would get more back-up for this." Morgan suddenly said, as he angled their vehicle around another sandy dune. It was warm here with the internal systems engaged. That would soon change though, once they got outside. It was a gorram blizzard and it was already wrecking their sensory equipment.

"Whole engineering corp and their guards go missing, but all they can spare is us."

They had been pulled out of Korriban soon after the succesful mission on Golg.

Put right back on Mirial, while their wounds were healing. Last thing Morgan had heard was that the campaign had hit a snag around Ziost. Whatever that meant, Command didn't tell them anything unless it was important for the mission.