Invasion Technologic | SO Invasion of GA Held Woostri - Objective Three

[Darth Empyrean]

The Galactic Alliance has fought a desperate war to hold control of the Ado Sector, but with its supply lines cut off, it has begun to struggle under the logistical weight of war. While the Jedi Strike Force meant to cripple the Sith’s own infrastructure had been broken in their vain attempt at breaking the war machine, the First Legion, Darth Empyrean’s own force led by the Mors Mon, began to move its fleets on their preordained warpath.

First came the breaking of the Var Hagen sector, as its numerous worlds were subjugated to the dead Emperor’s might. Vondarc and Alakatha burned, each in their own right, as they were stripped of their freedoms and subjugated to the wake of Empyrean’s dreadnought. The Inquisition followed closely behind his Legion as it marched from planet to planet, driving entire populations into subservience to the Sith and their goals.

It was at Woostri that a fallback force had formed, carefully drawing a line in the sand of the Rimma Trade Route. The Alliance held vast amounts of equipment, manpower, and ships in reserves - for years it had been the dominant power in the galaxy, and it called upon its resources to stop the Sith surge north. The Woostrians, intelligent and industrious, aided in this effort - as they saw the chaos of the Sith’s Empire, that lack of order, the violence in every step it took from the shadows.

Automated defenses had been activated, great towers of protection domed their cities in shields for the coming bombardments, and orbital cannons calibrated their aim in the final moments before the battle began. The 10th Sector Armada 'Dawnflower Star' stood poised and ready to stop the Dead God’s Chariot in its tracks, and all the Alliance and the Empire looked to Woostri for the first signs of where this war would go.

A victory could mean a short war in the Sith’s favor, but a loss spelt out that this would be a long and violently costly war fought tooth and nail for the inch.

Both prepare their ships, and as the last mechanisms begin to come to life, the Force began its screech - a terrible sound, victimized and abused the Force wretched as the Mors Mon ripped reality in its favor. One hundred and twenty kilometers of war trudged from a gash in space that stood even larger, white tinged and frayed as it struggled to sustain itself. Around the great ship, a storm began to form as large as a moon, and its docking bays began to release its battlecruisers.

Objective Three: Knowledge​

Woostri has only a few cities still on its surface, and each is populated by billions of automated servants and industries. As a result of its great efforts in automation, Woostri has formed itself into the pleasure world of its sector, only challenged by Alakatha. Until Alakatha burned, and the Sith stood on their doorstep.

Now, they’ve come for more than the Jedi, but the archives of the Woostrians. Data slates in the counts of trillions - Woostri had positioned itself as one of the greatest worlds in the galaxy for research, recording critical data, and pulling many thousands of years of census information. It is critical infrastructure for any Empire to have, and the Sith intend to take it even if they do not take the world.

The hurricanes in the oceans have built up to their highest categories, and their edges have begun to rip at the cities that yet remain above water. Rain falling like bullets, winds that could strip the skin, there was no comfort to be found as it roared eternally over the sounds of orbital guns firing in desperation. It was only the sirens, moaning and drawn out, that told those gathered in Gopsthal that the Sith had used the cover of the storms to drop transport ships onto the city.

Adonis Class Transports flew in by the dozens, First Legionnaires fought violently the second they took their first steps onto the world. All these combined attacks, fighting automated emplacements and droid soldiers, pointed in only one direction - the Central Archive and Computation Building. It was a complex many stories tall, nearing the edges of the world’s atmosphere and holding the largest of Woostri’s administration Mega’puters.

As more guns come online, more droids are deployed, and more streets are turned into warzones - the armies of the Alliance and Sith begin to meet.

Sith: Within those walls lies the greatest cache of information in the Galaxy second to Coruscant - and it must be taken. So critical is this information, that even the failure to hold the world would mean nothing by comparison to holding that data. Uplink the facility to the Mors Mon and the super AI ‘Typhojem’, and seed the Alliance’s death in the research covering thousands of years.

Alliance: The Sith have embarked on Gopsthal to take its leadership from the source. They are moving to the central control units that govern the world, and with them - the databases of trillions. Entire worlds across the Galaxy used this facility as a means to keep themselves efficient. The loss of this information could give the Sith an advantage that will be hard to get back - but more importantly, the eradication of this data could mean the Alliance would face an economic crisis as thousands of planetary stock exchanges and trade networks would go dark.

OOC Notes:​

Ally slots must be requested and will be approved by the Admin teams of each respective faction.
An optional invasion posting template has been made for this invasion and you can grab the code here:

Spoiler: code

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[Ran Serys]

To Ran Serys "Knight Serys, this is Grandmaster Noble. The Alliance is counting on you. That database isn't just numbers — it's the foundation for hundreds of worlds. We cannot let the Sith take it." "You've got good people with you — trust them, lead them, and hold the line." "If anything goes wrong, you call me directly. We don't lose today."

In the heart of the Central Archive and Computation Building's central chamber, the Jedi stood alongside the agents of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. They stood as contemporaries in defense against the Sith invasion of Woostri and much more.

Ran Serys, a Jedi Knight and Leader among their number, looked around the orb-like room. She looked at her fellows and then at the walls. She could feel the vast amounts of energy the facility was using to continue its function. She could hear the dull hum of the database as it collected, categorized, and processed information. The information these databases, databanks, and datastores housed was key to the many lives of trillions of Galactic Alliance citizens. The Jedi and GADF weren't just there for Woostri. They were there for the trillions of citizens whose lives would become that much more chaotic if the databases were compromised in any way.

Ran began to speak and the War Table began. "We hold the line here." Ran informed evenly, matter-of-factly, as she crossed the room. The Allied Forces stood in the gaps between Woostrian technicians and their terminals. Lengthy fingers clicked and tapped pushing the limits of the database's digital security. Few of the native technicians looked up at Ran. With a hyper focus, working until the last, they knew what was at stake. "We are the final physical defense against the Sith in all this." She gestured around the room. The orb-like hall had windows into the inner workings of the database. A seemingly infinite amount of lights displaying the vast networks of internal circuitry that went into each database. "This isn't a building, a structure, a facility. We protect something more valuable than a vessel for information. This is the lives of trillions, Galactic Alliance and not. This is a way to touch their homeworlds, their safety, whatever little peace they've afforded. Should we fail today, there will be chaos en masse. An economic crisis across systems, and all that comes with it," Ran thought of all that could happen, the many grave possibilities, and judging by the faces of the others, so did they. "A chaos nigh impossible to rein in." Ran let that thought sit and swell.

"We won't be letting that happen, not today." Ran declared as she stood tall and straight. "Today we will prevail with no information in the hands of our enemies." She nodded at the soldiers and Jedi before her. They nodded back.

"Most Jedi of Strike Team Fay will be tasked with securing the database. That means patrols. Groups of two unless you're capable as one. We will cover more ground faster, and we can comb the database for infiltrators, thieves, and saboteurs quickly." She explained. "Stay in communication. If you feel like it's been too long without a word from another, it's been too long. If you make contact with the enemy, let it be known. Communicate. Knowing can turn the tide of a losing battle." She informed. "If you can't reach me, comm Knight von Ascania. If not her, Knight Moghul." Ran pointed her fellow councilor and the knight out of the crowd.

"The GADF is tasked with frontline defenses. The 283rd and Omega Squad are examples to follow. The different divisions, along with a small contingent of Jedi will maintain areas of strategic importance. They will hold and utilize the many choke points this facility's halls give them, as well as using the structure's state of the art security system to its full potential. Bigger units and strength in numbers. Know when to fight and when to retreat for a better advantage. Again communication will be key in holding the lines.

Ran finished and held her end of the War Table. She was an accomplished Jedi, but had been a soldier for much longer. She'd been designed by the Sith to be a part of their elite forces. Against them, she would use that advantage for all it was worth and she'd share that advantage with the GADF and her fellow Jedi readily.

As the War Table went on all were free to speak, time permitting, but they had their orders and the knowledge the Sith were on their way. Time was of the essence.

When all was understood, Ran would leave the strike team with one final sentence. "May the force be with you all."

Allies: Corazona von Ascania Taam Moghul Nir Si Lycus Merita Connel Vanagor
Enemies: Jhyrack​

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Woostri
Tags: Drystan Creed | Commodore Helix | Darth Strosius
Equipment: Lightsaber | Sith Armour | Helmet
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Stars streaked around the vessel.

Commodore Helix stood to the left of the young Sith Knight, whose gaze lay upon the darkness in front of them. The bridge of their vessel was a hub of activity, but the newly christened Darth Latens didn't let any of the loud voices appear to distract him at all. He was focused soley on their goal and their mission.

There was a chill eminating from Zachariah, the force bleeding from him and corrupting the air around him. He'd become much more powerful than he had been the last time he'd joined his grandfather at war. The innocent, naive child was long gone and had been replaced by something much worse.

"We fight again, Commodore" he spoke softly to the droid next to him. His voice attacked from all directions, amplified by both the force and the helm which the robot had made him at the request of Darth Malum of House Marr . A gift for surviving the events of Elrood.

"Tsis'Kaar, Eternalist or Kainite. Today, we are all Sith" he spoke softly. "The data down on the planet surface is all that matters today" the young boy continued before taking a pause. "Today the galaxy truly gets to see the dynasty of Empyrean in full force" he spoke, with clear determination in his voice. "If we fail, my good Commodore. Burn. It. All."

Tipping his helmetted head slightly towards the droid, he turned on his heels and walked the length of the bridge in just a few steps. Every thud of his boots echoed across the bridge of the Commodore's vessel as the Sith Knight left the command centre and made for the hanger.

On his way, he double checked that his weapon lay at his side. He would have liked to have crafted a new lightsaber worthy for his role as a Sith Knight however it hadn't happened. No matter, he'd already decided the lightsaber of his former owner would serve him well enough.

Zachariah boarded a shuttle and gave his orders. He knew his mission well enough, he knew that the goal was the data held by the Woostri people. It would give the Sith a great advantage in the ongoing war and it would cause numerous issues within the Galactic Alliance.

Today he went to war.

 

[Srina Talon]

Ally Tag: Sith Order - Lysander von Ascania | Gavin Vel | Naamino Zuukamano | Haro Aven | Madrona A’Mia | C1-1347
Enemy Tag: GA - Judah Lesan ..Soon?
Location: In Cruiser- About to land on the outskirts, on the beach.
Equipment: Robes | Saber | Ring | Ring
Ship: Landing Castle x | Cruiser [Requiem] x | Frigates [3]
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A massive black sliver shot at nearly undetectable speeds from a monstrous spatial fissure that bore the flagship of the Sith Order. It had a target. Woostri. The coordinates and timing had been exact and non-negotiable for the placement of a landing castle. Srina had recently tested the unit on Susevfi and found that it was best utilized with precision rather than throwing caution to the wind. It was set to make landfall on the outskirts of the city that held the data array. It would smash into the pristine white-sands and turn all beneath it to glass. From there, an electromagnetic pulse would go off.

It wasn't enough to completely disengage the automated shields that wrapped around Gopsthal but the citizens would certainly feel the quake. The rest of the damage would depend on how fortified this city truly was…But that wasn't the point. Perhaps, the shields would flicker with instability. Perhaps, they would go out. It was just enough. Just enough, to make them vulnerable. Just enough to leave the enemy afraid. There was a database waiting, and supposedly chock full with information that would lead to a swift end to this war. Intel was solid…

But that didn't mean it wasn't a trap. A ploy, to waste time and resources.

The Jedi were mistaken in their belief structure, but they weren't above tactical gain, nor were they without intellect. There was a reason every Empire that crashed against the Alliance hit like a wave of water against impenetrable walls of steel. Any act that threw them, that stirred command like a bee hive, was a welcome bit of chaos to usher the Sith onward. Srina, would not underestimate what her opponents brought to bear—And would encourage all who walked her path to remain at the ready.

This included the Corpse King.

<<Do not die.>>

The words were simple, emotionless, and pressed into the ether with the full knowledge that Darth Empyrean very much so, was already dead. She could feel his ominous presence distantly from within the Mors Mon as it began to emerge from hyperspace with her weapon of choice in tow. It was a balm, for her, where others would find him almost painful. Horrifying. The thought she held was silent, but it was definitely a command—one that a wife had given her husband across a hundred different warfronts. She had sent it to him through bloodied battlefields, through apocalyptic wastes, and through the dying breath of entire nations.

The Force carried her will to him between stars, an iron tether, that neither death nor duty had severed. He was used to this, she knew. Perhaps he no longer acknowledged it, but he would hear her.

Empyrean always did.

Outside the viewport of the Requiem, space was already beginning to carve apart by way of war. Turbolaser fire lanced through the void, leaving remnants of lesser vessels in its wake—shattered hulls of automated ships, broken drones, flickering in the abyss. They were nothing but fodder thrown into the maw of battle so that the Empress, her escort, and other ships might pass unnoticed. It made sensors armaments turn right while the rest of their complement turned left.

Simple misdirection—Underutilized, but valuable all the same.

Woostri loomed below, a jewel of blue-green waters, with breathable air, if a little thin. Soon, the sky would betray the first signs of what was coming—A burning spike tearing through the atmosphere. It would land long before any of the advance units did, clearing the way, so they could begin their work unimpeded. The impact would leave a wound on an a naturally damaged world. A blight, a mark, that would soon unfold like a monstrous metallic flower and begin to unleash droid units in preparation for Sith occupation. She breathed evenly, watching the castle fall.

Waiting.

Waiting to see if the Galactic Alliance would be able to target it in the chaos and try to shoot it down. It was deceptively hard to hit, well armored, and extremely defensive considering the nature of its entry…And it had been designed by her husband. When his eyes were still his. When his skin was not leather—When his core wouldn't vaporize her on contact. She had faith in his designs.

The Requiem cut through the carnage and debris, stealth holding, but she could feel tremors in the Force. The dread filled anticipation of the civilians and Jedi on the planet below. The nervous, eager hunger of Sith who stood literally and proverbially beside her. There were Praetorian Guard, soldiers, and even a complement of students from Kor'ethyr under the direction of Madrona A’Mia on board. Throughout all their planning and preparation—It was the most secure point of entry.

Gold-hewn eyes lifted from the screens from the command throne to observe them for a moment. They were more than students, more, than children. They had to be. This war would separate wheat from chafe in a way that was definitive. Echnos had seen many Sith, especially the phobis afflicted, excel and surpass their own limits.

She didn't have that catalyst now, but there were new sparks, new ways to awaken them.

The Neti that taught and seemingly cared for them was correct in her assessment. Exacting, in her words. Srina turned her gaze back toward the holo-screens to ensure they stayed one step ahead of being blown to pieces. The AI on board confirmed that contact of the landing castle had been made and Srina nodded her head, slowly. She had no words to inspire, nor, did feel that it was her place to spout platitudes when there was a real possibility that some of them weren't coming home.

War was not kind. It was not fair—But it was an inevitability.

"Woostri is not prepared for us. Their defenses will falter. Their faith will break. When we land, we do not hesitate. We do not wait.", she spoke to the AI, to the Praetorian, but it was more than just simple murmuring and assumptions. It was the same mindset that she had taken on Echnos—To fight every battle as if it were her last. They would land on the outskirts with the landing castle, letting, the enemy think they had time. Letting them think they had a choice… "We will have what is required."

…Or Woostri would drown.

"Inform the crew and passengers to make ready. Touchdown, is imminent."

Spoiler: Summary

Not much - Just an intro post. Did launch a landing castle at the OUTSKIRTS so as not to interrupt fighting in the city. It's mostly a set piece/way for people to get in and get to the action. It's intended to cause a shockwave and an EMP but it would have hit just before the SO (or possibly even the GA) were present. It was passed on to me that making shields flicker a lil is fire but I'm open to anyone reaching out.

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Expansion Region
Woostri
Aboard Direwolf-Class Cruiser "Requiem"
Permissions for Cruiser

Allies: Sith Order, Lysander von Ascania Gavin Vel
Naamino Zuukamano Haro Aven

Opposition: Galactic Alliance
Directly Engaging: Corazona von Ascania

As Sith Shadow of Kor'ethyr and Lord Seer of Korriban, A'Mia had several weighty responsibilities to balance. She was more well equipped than ever to face the challenges which she would soon be presented with and, given her capabilities as a shapeshifting botanical, the neti had taken on ample biomass in order to fortify her for the battle to come. She loomed in the backdrop, over seven feet tall and draped in loose fitting polyweave fabric which was perfect for offering some protection to and adjusting with her ever changing form. The fabric and her skin had both been augmented to industrial grays, sooty browns, and murky blues in order for her overall color palette to blend in better on the storm riddled Woostri.

Though Sith students were often given the opportunity to prove themselves on killing fields, this skirmish was different. Not only were the stakes higher than in the average warzone, the sheer scale of this conflict would likely dwarf many others by comparison. So A'Mia had once again been tasked with the role of overseeing a group of students but it was a far smaller group than previous field trips or learning opportunities. Untested or under-prepared students would merely become blaster fodder.

The neti spent much of the journey deep in meditation, readying her mind for the test to come as she would need to exert exacting control over her Sithspawn on such a hectic battlefield. The woman also found a silent camaraderie in the presence of the Empress, Srina Talon . Though they did not know each other well, A'Mia had met her a number of times. She found the woman's cold practicality and the way she addressed her subjects to be most agreeable, never over reaching per se but richly ominous all the same in her power. It was a boon to Kor'ethyr Academy that the Echani woman thought to offer such stealthy and efficient means of travel to them so they could support the war effort most effectively.

When the time was nigh, A'Mia lumbered amidst her charges more delicately than might seem possible for such a bulky arboreal form. She gazed around at each of them, a serene expression on her carved face as she delivered one of her famous pep talks.

"Today you face a test the likes of which you haven't yet experienced," her strange eyes flickered over a few of the students who had the aura of war lingering over them already, "Even those of you that have seen conflict, have not yet been involved to this degree in a plot this grand. The work we do here today has a very significant chance to cascade into yet greater victories for our order. You represent the future and, in no small way, so too does the opportunity presented within the walls of the Central Archive and Computation Building."

She paused, turning in a circle to ensure that she got a complete headcount on her students one last time. They would be on their own soon, thrown to the wind with nothing but their gear, wits and whatever partnerships they'd decided upon for the battle to come. This was the last time she'd see some of them, and what a shame- a waste of perfectly good stock. Alas, she'd surely pilfer the battlefield later with whatever remained of her pets and that offered some consolation despite the thought of losing access to fresh, force rich corpses.

"Remember that extraction is available to you, but you must make it back out to an appropriate pick up zone. Go well and may the Darkness guide you."

 

[Commodore Helix]

Objective: Secure the data.
Equipment: Flamestaff, Horror Matrix, E-4H Blaster Carbine (Pistol Configuration)
Tags: Zachariah Conway , Darth Strosius
OPEN for any interaction.​

It was pandemonium aboard Helix's vessel in orbit. Droids scurried to and fro, finalizing their preparations. Granted, most of them wouldn't be going planetside today. A contingent of aquatic droids would be accompanying Darth Malum of House Marr on his own separate objective, and a small fireteam of commandos with himself and Zachariah Conway .

He listened as the young man spoke, and wasn't entirely sure Zach was speaking to him, or simply to himself. Organics got jittery before battle; to Helix, it was simply another day at the office.

"We will not fail." He said, in a tone of bland assurance, like one stating a simple, self-evident fact. "But I may very well burn it anyway when we are done."

Unbeknownst to most of the rest of the strike force, Helix had been tasked with a very special, clandestine mission from Lord Malum himself. One he didn't intend to fail. He was to secure as much of the data as possible, same as the others, but Malum also wished for copies to be made. Such data could be of extreme use to the Tsis'kaar, and with his new body, powered by the minerals of the Otherworld, he was more than capable of seizing it.

"Weapons check." He snapped at the four droids he had chosen to accompany him. "This is not a free-fire zone. Blades or Lampreys only unless fired upon. Our objective is not to kill everything there, but to secure the data. That is easiest if we are not seen."

The fireteam followed Latens to the shuttle, and boarded. It was a small force; he intended to test his new form's potential here as much as steal information. He wasn't getting bogged down in a war today. At least, unless Darth Strosius was as bloodthirsty as he remembered. He'd heard the very-much-alive Sith was to accompany them today, but had yet to see him.

 

[Lupa Visz]

Tag: Gress D'ran Ysennia Lee Nos Voros Jessikal Skea Shan Pavond Katherine Holt Tigris Everest Vale Azurine Varek Ashley Nevermore​

“Dear Soldiers of the GADF. We’ve had a lot of finest hours over the years. The Maw, the Enclave, the Empires, and now the Sith. Today, I ask you to hold up the ideals of the Alliance once more. Today, we hold firm against Sith aggression. The city shields of Woostri are strong, but they can only hold for so long against Sith bombardment. Our plan is a several pronged defensive engagement, led by the 34th and 42nd. Both Colonel D’ran and Lt. Colonel Lee have their orders. We’ll be expecting sith hordes, keep your wits about you boys.”

Lupa had set up the defenses herself, overseen them over the last week. The River was their lifeline, and she hoped it would hold. The 34th, assisted by the 10th infantry, holding the bridges they had kept open, partly for evacuation, partly for the sake of Lupa’s plan…

Once more, she stepped up to the mic, looking over her tactical screen.
“Gress, you know your orders. Civilians have been mostly retreated behind the immediate lines, and the GA has promised to rebuild anything we break. Stomp them out, Demon.”

“Lee, this is your unit’s baptism by fire. I expect the best out of you and your men. Don’t disappoint me.”

“To Nos and the men in the Senate Commandos, I expect you to keep me and the rest of command safe. While I can pray you don’t see combat today, I expect you to. Should that come, I’ll be standing right beside you with a pistol and a bad attitude. Good luck.”

“To the women of our medical corps, thank the Force you’re here. I expect heavy casualties off the bat. Be ready.”

The 13th Mechanized Company were across the river, guarding what little remained of the river crossing. All part of the plan.

“And to the men of Phoenix Platoon, and to the jedi along with them…May the Force be with you. A job has been given to you I would not ask unless I believed you could achieve it.”

Her tactical screen lit up, as a massive object entered the atmosphere. For a moment, everything flickered, even the shields of the GADF's city wide defenses.

She could only wait to see how Gress responded.

And pray the defenses held...

 

[Shan Pavond]

Objective: Slow down Sith Forces and protect the 44th.
Tags: Jessikal Skea
Equipment: Armour, Blaster, Lightsaber

This was it. Shan hadn't faced against the strength of the Dark Side for a while. Since Coruscant, and he hadn't been able to live that down. No-one blamed him for it. But that didn't stop Shan from blaming himself. He hadn't been able to help as much as he could have. But today was different. Much different. After the Hapes incident, Shan's resolve had only grown. Solidified itself. Peace wasn't going to be an option against the Sith. Not today. But he could still protect as many as he could. He could still be a Wall for the troops. A Wall that would protect them from the howling rain and pelting rain. He could have been up in the air, using Battle Meditation to help...but Shan needed to remind himself of the people he was guarding. He had already gotten the pep-talk that Katherine gave before they had went out, but he didn't need it. Shan was resolute in his beliefs.

He wasn't alone in this either. Shan had taken it upon himself to work alongside the 44th Combat Medic Company. From what he had heard about them, they reminded him of how he used to be. Perhaps in another life, he would have tried his hardest to join the Company. But in this life he could better protect them. Shan never fought to attack, to kill or to battle. No. He found to protect, to defend and to save. The Mirialan cleared his throat, looking out towards the Ariem troops.

"I hope none of you mind me speaking up to you all. Today, we defend the Alliance against a threat that has wanted to destroy us for many ages. Many people will be hurt in this fight, and many of them will need your aid. I, Knight Pavond will stand by your side and fight for you. I'll move when you move. I'll give you cover when you need it. I have my own aims I want to do as well. We're one of the last line of defense, and if they get past us, there'll be very few lines to keep them back."

Shan trusted the members of the last line of defense. Those securing the databanks and building their own lines of defense. If it hadn't been for his own plans, he might have stayed with them. But there were going to be people out on the streets that needed their own protection and Shan intended on giving it as he tugged at his armour before continuing his talk.

"I plan on making a few more lines of defense whilst we're out there. Make it harder for our enemies to get to the Database. I'll make some of the streets similar to tar pits. Using the Force to disturb the ground beneath so that they'll sink into it. That'll buy us time hopefully. Hopefully some might get completely stuck."

In theory. He had tried the idea out in practice, and he was able to disturb the ground enough to make it difficult to walk through. He hadn't applied it to large areas yet...but hey. If he wasn't going to try it out now, when was he? At the very least there was plenty of moisture for him to use on the planet. A dry and arid environment would have been far more difficult for him to try this idea on. For now, he turned his attention to Jessikal, lowering his head to her and letting her speak. Shan had spoken enough himself and once they were on the move, he didn't know the next time he'd be able to talk to this much.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Allies: Sith Order, Srina Talon Gavin Vel Naamino Zuukamano Haro Aven
Foe: Galactic Alliance
Opposition: Taam Moghul Nir Si
Equipment: Disciple's Helm of Devotion

Anticipation bubbled within. This was no ordinary mission for Lysander; it was a chance to prove his worth, and to show that his recent training had not been in vain. Standing tall, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Clad in a simple black tunic and snug leggings, he exuded a calm but powerful presence. The fabric clung to his form under the dark cloak that cascaded from his shoulders. It marked a welcomed departure from the hues of the Light, signifying the new path he chose. Lysander hadn’t fallen; rather, it was the beginning of an ascension.

For most of the journey to Woosteri, the acolyte found himself in solitude. Thoughts swirled like a tempest, which filled him with reflections of old memories— those of success and desire, but also pain and regret. Yet, instead of letting these emotions consume him as they once did in the past, he now found himself in control; his recent studies at the Kor’ethyr Academy taught him how to turn them into power; thus, he began to delve deeper.

In the depths of anger, Lysander thrived, controlling its fire; its raw energy coursed through him. Hatred was transformed into a sharp blade; it was ready to cut through any obstacle. Fear became his ally; now, his senses were heightened.

Glancing downward, his finger traced the sleek contours of his helm, its surface reflecting the light of the Requiem. From there, the acolyte’s gaze drifted, settling on Madrona A’Mia as she began to address the other students. No doubt, Lysander absorbed the nuances of her words, but his attention was quickly drawn to the Zabrak he recalled seeing on Valrar.

By the end of the Neti’s message, his heart was beating like a war drum. With the helm cradled under an arm, he strode towards Naamino Zuukamano with purpose. He stepped just off to the side, making sure his presence was felt. Leaning in slightly, the corners of his lips lifted, barely forming the ghost of a smirk. "Try to not get yourself killed out there.. you and I still have unfinished business,” he said coolly, letting the challenge hang in the space between them.

Without awaiting a response, he turned and walked off. As they prepared for landing, he put the headpiece in place; a hissing sound pierced the air, along with a hum as its functions were activated.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Secure the Data
Tags: Commodore Helix / Zachariah Conway / Open!
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"You're optimistic, just like your master, aren't you young one?" The shuttle that awaited the pair and their escorts would have a familiar yet somewhat unexpected occupant already by the time they boarded it. Darth Strosius, clad in fresh robes and gleaming dark armor that seemed entirely detached from His apparent death but a few weeks ago, sat in a meditative position near the front of the shuttle. Streams of what at first appeared to be pale smoke exuded from beneath His robes, flickering in the air like some twitching limbs despite their pale and translucent coloring.

Not only was He present and alive but He also seemed disturbingly tranquil despite the battle raging on just beyond the hull that encased the vessel they stood upon. His usual fervor all but lacking in place of a more measured yet no less assured tone. His gauntleted hands were clasped together as though in prayer, His head bowed as He first spoke only to slowly raise as Zachariah, Helix, and their entourage entered the shuttle. Even though He made no moves to stand or slide into a nearby seat Himself.

"Let us hope that your skills in combat can keep up with your sentiments." His hidden gaze stared at the younger Sith through the expressionless dark visor before His head cocked towards the droid commander. "Commodore, always a pleasure. It's been far too long since I've been able to make use of your services. I do hope you've been compensated properly for this venture." His statement was punctuated by the telltale subtle boom of a laser impacting the ship's shields.

"Shall we depart?"

 

[Judah Lesan]

WEARING: Robes
WEAPONS: 2 Lightsabers
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance (none close by)
ENEMIES: Srina Talon (#soon)

Judah Lesan crouched low in the shadows of the city on Woostri, the sleek blackness of the alley swallowing him whole. His breath was steady, but his mind raced. The energy in the air was charged, suffused with the dark pulse of the Sith. It wasn't a feeling he relished. Every instinct screamed to act, but he held his ground, just as he had been trained.

The world outside the alley was a far cry from quiet. In the distance, the sound of blaster fire and the muffled whine of approaching ships pierced the air. He caught snippets of conversations through the whispers of the Force, an eerie prelude to what was about to unfold.

A small, encoded signal buzzed to life in his earpiece. Word had reached him. Several ships, Sith ships, had just dropped out of hyperspace, the vanguard of an incoming assault. Judah's lips curled into a faint frown. The invasion had begun.

The spire, Woostri’s tallest structure, loomed ahead of him, its silhouette cutting into the twilight sky like a jagged fang. From its peak, Judah could get a clear view of the battlefield. If he was going to find out what they were up against and formulate a plan, this was the place.

His robotic arm felt cold, but the subtle hum of its artificial joints still comforted him. He didn’t need to think about the injury anymore. Not now.

The first steps were quiet, purposeful. He moved like a shadow, his dark cloak swirling behind him. Each step was calculated, but there was urgency in his movements now. Every second mattered. He could feel the ships closing in, the waves of tension rising as the Sith gathered their forces. The final countdown had started.

"You know, Red, you would have loved this climb," he said to the wind. Katara Starkos-Lesan had passed some time ago, and while the Jedi had often wondered why he had lost her too soon, or why the Force refused to let him join her, he pressed on. He had friends, family, others he loved but refused to tell. They were all reasons why he remained in the land of living. Judah was still needed.

By the time Judah reached the base of the spire, the sound of blaster fire was louder, more chaotic. He extended his senses, searching for the source of the threat. His jaw tightened, but he stayed focused, cutting through the emotions that wanted to overtake him. This was not personal. It was a mission.

He reached for the lowest ledge, pulling himself up swiftly. The climb was effortless to someone with his training, but he pushed himself to move faster. He needed that vantage point. When he reached the top, Judah would see the truth of what was coming for Woostri, and if he was lucky, it would give him enough time to react.

 

[Gress D'ran]

Tag: Ysennia Lee Jessikal Skea Shan Pavond Nos Voros Festerruman Sachiel Srina Talon
The 34th:​

Spoiler

"Firestorm" Walker Company:

• Vehicles:
  
  • x2 Sphinx Siege/Command Walkers
    • Cerberus
    • Kraken
  • x6 Thundercat Mark II Heavy Assault Walkers
    • Solo II
    • Large And In Charge
    • Big Cat
    • Showstopper
    • Noble Intentions
    • Jenny
  • x7 Tiger Medium Assault Walkers
    • Undertaker
    • Frankly My Dear
    • Strutter II
    • Winds of Change
    • Red Six
    • Fires of Coruscant
    • Evolution
  • x5 GAIFW-34 Nexus
    • Fury
    • Thunderbolt II
    • Edith
    • Cobra King
    • Blood and Guts
    • In The Mood V
  • x15 Bobcat Light Walkers

"Krayt" Artillery Platoon:

• Equipment:
  
  • x6 Screaming Falcon Artillery Walker
    • Guns A Go Go
    • Sweet Child O Mine
    • Chrome Dome
    • Hutt Busters
    • Endor's Finest
    • Splash Zone

"Midnight Train" Support Platoon:

• Equipment:
  
  • x2 GADS Roc Drop Ship
    • Mercy
    • Innocence
  • x2 Ziio LAATs
    • Thunderbird
    • Prettybird
  • x4 GASB Cheetah Scout Speeder
    • Barry
    • Wally
    • Bart
    • Jay

The last few weeks have been hell. The GADF going through another equipment update had the 34th all out of sorts, using a slapdash of equipment that was a mix of new and old.

Gress swore he would sort it out before long, but for now they were planning for the future.

Firestorm's main bulk was stationed at the river, while the two command walkers, Kraken and Cerberus, sat just outside the command post.

"Copy General, we're set up and ready to rock. Rain seems to be letting up, the jedi must be doing something."

Gress had a simple plan in mind, but he kept it to himself for now. Ysennia Lee and him had formulated a defense with the General that should cover all their bases, but he knew better than to trust a battle plan. First casualty of any war.

The man leaned back, taking a quick drag.

"Phones, status report. Defenses are all up?"

"Aye sir. We're prepped with the 10th at our sides."

"Sir!" The driver shouted, looking at his screen in worry. "Incoming orbital object, just off the coast!"

Those damned sith. They always had some sort of trick. Some sort of clever hand to play. Some sort of phallus to flop on the table.

"What is it this time, Spartan?"

"Massive object, coming in. Some sort of orbital landing platform."

"Relay to Krayt. Blow it up." Gress's orders were simple, but effective. Answer force with force.

Gress took a drag, as his comms officer got to work.

"Cerberus Bravo to Krayt Alpha, coordinates sent. Target identified. Ion rounds first."

"Copy Cerberus. 10 seconds."

The sound of 15 guns firing filled the air. Massive ion cannons, ripped off Alliance Star Defenders, fired on the Castle.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Then Gress looked to his screen. They couldn't let the castle hit the ground, or else.

"Hellstomper Alpha to Stormpiercer Alpha, relaying coordinates for your Artillery. Fire at will."

The sith landing forces would follow soon. The GADF would answer the same way they always had.

Level them.

 

[Drystan Creed]

Tags:
Enemies: Zachariah Conway
Allies:

Equipment: Standard (In Bio) | A gift
Wearing​

"Shadow Creed, reporting. Ready to commence mission. Sub-Sector Delta 03 is under my protection. Initiating patrol."

Drystan's voice cut through the Alliance defenders' comm channels—ice-cold, professional. A mask of control, reinforced by the helmet that hid the turbulence beneath.

From a vantage point atop a building, hundreds of meters from the Archive, Drystan watched. The structure below—under his and the Alliance's protection—stood firm against the chaos. His sharpened gaze scanned the chaos unfolding below, his helmet marking points of interests and pathways, piecing together a plan.

The Central Archive stood as a fortress against the chaos outside—its significance shielding it more than its walls ever could. But that didn't sit right with him. Every fiber of his being demanded action, to take the fight to the Sith.

Yet he understood the mission.

He understood it so well that, for the first time since his days as a Padawan, unease crept in.

Millions—no, trillions—of lives rested on the choices made today. His choices. His fellow Knights' choices. A far cry from chasing down petty criminals and robbers on Coruscant.

He was out of his element. A Shadow, moving in the fringes of the Order's light—hidden, obscure. Once, maybe, he was meant to do what he did now. But that path was long behind him.

He was a hunter. A weapon. Not a shield. Not a barrier.

His fingers brushed against his lightsaber, the familiar weight offering little comfort. Only when his hand drifted to the small parcel at his hip did the tension finally loosen. A plastoid pouch, magnetically locked, fastened securely to his hip—loaned to him by Valery Noble .

He appreciated the sentiment—more than he'd ever admit. And already, it was steadying his focus, calming the turbulence within.

Regardless, there was work to do.

Drystan moved into his patrol, steering clear of main pathways. He slipped through the alleyways, using abandoned buildings for cover and vantage points—marking them, memorizing them.

Beneath the low lights, he vanished.

Even out of his element, everything beneath the light cast a shadow. And that was where he belonged.

 

[Jessikal Skea]

Objective: Aid GADF Forces Against the SO/Give Medical Attention To Those in Need
Tags: Shan Pavond
Equipment: Standard 44th Equipment

The inspiring pep talk from Lupa Visz did help soothe Jessikal's doubts about this. This engagement, and the amount of people who had joined up because of her ascension to Senator. The ideas she had planted in her people's minds about wanting to do more for the Alliance, to ensure their second home wont be lost again to invaders. This would be a test of that faith, of those ideas. For once the Ariem were taking another step into unfaimilar territory, just wanting to do their best to help people. And now its to repay a debt to the Alliance for rescuing them all those years ago. Jessikal for right now was not the Senator from Hosnian Prime. She will be here with her people who made up the 44th, wantng to at least lead by example. She took this moment to look over the other memberss of the 44th, all of them this will be their first actual combat situation. No more simulations. No room for error. Clearly it terrified some of them.

Though Jedi Knight Shan Pavond's words as he addressed the 44th, seemingly rose the morale a bit, dashing away their doubts and fears. The Jedi were always seen has defenders and protectors to the Ariem. For one of them to be tied to the 44th, it was a welcome sight to say the least. The soldiers of the company saluted in unison after the Jedi had finished his speech to them. Jessikal took this time to step forward, considering she would be the honorary commanding officer for the 44th for this engagmeent.

"We appreciate that you will be here to protect us, Master Jedi. Truth be told you will be an inspiration for us all for the battle ahead of us. All of us here are willing to ensure that there will be more lives saved than lives lost. For every soldier we manage to save, then there is one more family out there in the galaxy that remains whole." Jessikal told Shan. The rest of the 44th nodded in agreement united in that singular goal of saving lives. "I am not sure how we can help you prepare more lines of defense Master Jedi. But if we manage to see something useful, we will try to point it out for you."

Jessikal turned to the others "All squads prepare to advance. Make sure your medpacs are all stocked. Resupply is going to be difficult out in the heat of battle. Make sure you all have extra charges for your sidearms. Things will get dicey out there." The 44th all saluted and prepared to move once the first signs of casualties are reported. Jessikal sighed as she tried to calm down her own nervousness. A brave face is needed. If she can be brave, then those who signed up can have the confidence to do what's needed.

"Master Jedi.." Jessikal began "Protect as many of us as you can. It will be very hard on me to attend alot of funerals of my own people." she admitted quietly.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Woostri, Gopsthal City
Objective: Overwatch & Help Hold Back the Sith Forces
Gear: Lightsaber (Physical Crossguard)/Lightsaber Pike | Armour
Allies: Lupa Visz | Jessikal Skea | Gress D'ran (GADF/NJO)
Enemies: Open (Sith Order)

Katherine clicked the holo-comm off as Lupa Visz finished her briefing, her light amber eyes falling upon the assembled Jedi before her. They were situated in a makeshift ‘forward base’ as it were, located within the city itself. It was nothing substantial beyond being a gathering point should they need to regroup.

“I know for many of you here, this will be your first time on a battlefield. And I won’t lie to you, it is intimidating and scary. But the threat the Sith pose today cannot be understated. If they manage to capture the Database, get access to all that data. It will cause untold havoc across the galaxy. We cannot allow that to happen.” Katherine looked out towards a number of familiar faces, Shan Pavond , Everest Vale and Tigris to name a few.

“The Sith have used the storms to conceal their transports moving in, and it’s likely there are already some of their forces moving towards the Database, but Strike Team Fay will be dealing with them. Our objective is to intercept and halt the Sith Forces within the city itself. In doing so, we’ll be able to alleviate some pressure from Fay, and give them time to rebuild any defences, without the threat of constant enemy reinforcements.”

Katherine squared her armoured shoulders, standing as tall as she could. “You all have your own specific objectives, whether they be a solo or a joint op. Ensure communication is kept open and secure, as the situation within the city may change rapidly. And remember, this is a battle of attrition against the Sith. We need to fight them back, but don’t push yourselves past your limits. Should you feel overwhelmed, fall back and regroup.”

“Understood?” After getting a chorus of confirmations Katherine nodded. “May the Force be with you all, Strike Team Vos.”

The Jedi Valkyrie took a deep breath, watching as everyone departed towards their respective duties for the battle. Everest and Tigris were heading out together, while Shan was heading to meet with the 44th and assist them. For Katherine? She was flying solo, at least for the opening bout anyway.

Her ability to fly gave her a unique advantage to oversee the battlefield. She could keep an overwatch of those under her command, while also being able to swoop down and assist in developing conflicts.

As Katherine turned around, her comms buzzed to life.

To Katherine Holt "Knight Holt, this is Grandmaster Noble. I know this is a lot — leading a strike team, holding the line against the Sith — but you earned that saber on your belt. And I trust you to see this through." "The Sith cannot reach that database. Hold them in the streets, keep them from pushing forward. You've got good people at your side — lead them well." "I believe in you, Katherine. Now go show them why."

“I won’t let you down.”

Katherine focused on the Force, pulling it towards herself and allowing it to flow freely through her body. Her eyes snapped open, burning like gold flames, the markings along her face glowing.

May the Force be with us all.

With that, the Jedi Valkyrie launched herself up into the sky.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Objective: Slow down Sith Forces and protect the 44th.
Tags: Jessikal Skea
Equipment: Armour, Blaster, Lightsaber

Master Jedi. Normally Shan would ask not to be called that. That it felt embarrassing or not right. He was just a regular person after all. But...he wasn't. Not in this fight. He was a beacon of hope. It was also amusing to him. In his eyes, the women of the 44th were a beacon for him. A beacon of what he wanted to protect. Of what he wanted the Galaxy to be like. They were who he wanted to protect. They were going to push him in this fight and he wasn't going to abandon them. That was one of the things that Shan liked about himself. If it had to come between himself or protecting someone else, he'd always protect someone.

"For those of you who feel comfortable, I can give you all a small Force Rune on your armour. It should work well enough to protect you from the weather but so much against blaster fire. I'm not an expert in this."

Now that he thought about it, it would have paid for him to try and get extra lessons in the use of Light Side runes from Kahlil or Katherine. It was too late now anyway. He still had some basic knowledge from his padawanship under Kahlil at the very least. Whatever he could do to protect these troops, he'd do it.

"Protect as many of us as you can. It will be very hard on me to attend alot of funerals of my own people."

Shan turned his head at the sound of the Senator's voice. His face softened slightly. This was going to be hard for all of them. But these were her people. Shan couldn't imagine the pain she'd go through if they died. He never had a huge connection to his people. The Mirialans. It was part of why Shan loved the Galaxy so much. Everyone in the Galaxy was in a way, his people to him. They all lived. They all breathed the same air...Well, minus the different mixtures of air needed. For now, he just rested his hand gently on Jessikal's shoulder

"I give you my word, Senator Skea. I will do my best to protect them. They are under my protection...but so are you. Don't be a hero if you don't have to. It will be hard on you for you to attend the funeral of your people. But it'll also be hard on them if they have to attend yours. I will do my hardest to protect them. I may not be an Ariem, but as of this battle, your people are my people."

With that, he squeezed the Senator's shoulder to try and comfort her, whilst also sending a small pulse of the Force to try and help ease her nerves. He had his own concerns still in his mind. He'd do his best to protect them. What was his best? If he had to kill to protect the 44th, would he? It was a hard choice to come to his mind. He wouldn't know what choice he'd make definitely. Not unless he was in that situation. But as Shan looked at all of the members of the Medic Corps...He believed he would kill to protect them.

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Woostri
Tags: Drystan Creed | Commodore Helix | Darth Strosius | Srina Talon & The Academy Gang
Equipment: Lightsaber | Sith Armour | Helmet
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The masked face of Darth Latens turned to Darth Strosius .

Darth Malum of House Marr had informed his apprentice that the former head of the Sith Inquisitors would be accompanying them. His appearance on the shuttle was not surprising to the young Sith Knight, yet his demeanour was just how he remembered it.

"Times have changed since we last met, Alisteri" Zachariah spat, his voice echoing around the shuttle. The helmet added a deepness and a rasp but even that couldn't hide the distaste in young Zachariah's voice. He remembered well that it was the Sith Lord's actions that had led to Revna being taken captive and the Kaggath that had led to his faked death.

"When I last dealt with you, I was but a powerless child and you were off losing your apprentice and your standing in my grandfather's empire all because of some ill thought out actions" the Sith Knight noted. The last time he'd truly spoken with Alisteri Haxim had been before Malum had gone all in on his training and had transformed him from innocent little Zachariah Conway into Darth Latens.

"Our time now is limited. It's a shame, really. I'd like to show you just what your friend has turned me into" he commented. Unfortunately their mission was much more important than the petty fight he fancied with the Sith Lord.

"Commodore, I do believe our ship has dropped from hyperspace" he commented. The force was guiding him, but even then he didn't need it. The sounds of engines powering the destructive force known as the Sith armarda could be heard even within their shuttle. "The battle has begun. We know our mission and we cannot fail" he said simply.

He liked Commodore Helix 's plan of take the data, then torch everything anyway just because. Helix was a little sociopathic and slightly deranged, but he had his uses. If you needed a disintergation done cheap, he was your droid. He thrived on blowing things up and burning things down.

There was a droid who's pure job was to guide the shuttle to the surface and he'd clearly been programmed well because as soon as there was a window, the shuttle was off and streaking towards the planet of Woostri. It was small enough that hopefully they wouldn't get caught on anyone's sensors, and if they were then the hope was they'd just be mistaken for something that wasn't a shuttle.

The perfect opportunity arose when the young Sith Knight turned his head to look from the viewport to see a burning spike tearing through space towards the planet like it was nothing. There was a familiar presence aboard it that Zachariah hadn't felt in a long time. "Tuck in behind that. It will keep us protected from this incoming fire" he commanded of their droid pilot.

"I do hope everyone is waterproof" the young Sith commented out loud as the shuttle broke through into the atmosphere and the sounds of rain could be heard barraging against the side of their flying metalic box. He had a lot of faith that Commodore Helix knew how to program a droid to fly, that was for sure.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Allies | Ran Serys | Taam Moghul | Nir Si | Lycus Merita | Connel Vanagor
Engaging the lovely | Madrona A’Mia
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As Ran spoke, something akin to pride flickered in Cora's otherwise stern gaze. The Mirialian had been put in charge of a location that played to her strengths – Chief Librarian of the New Jedi Order with a storied military career. They'd fought on the same strike team together during the siege of Tython's orbital station, and were both consequently elevated to the Jedi Council afterwards. A kinship had begun to flower between the two.

Defending the archives of Woostri was an incredible task that Ran addressed with militant precision. Cora's gaze panned over the individuals that had been assembled, Jedi and soldiers alike. They all knew their tasks and how to proceed. The blonde knight gave a curt nod in understanding.

"The Sith will come well-prepared. Do not underestimate them, but do not allow them to worm their way into your mind. Trust your training, your allies, and in the Force."

Once they were ready, Cora would depart the war room.

The walls of the archives stretched so high around her that they could've touched the clouds. It was hard to comprehend just how much data this facility housed, but the consequence of letting it fall into the wrong hands was clear.

A thundering impact in the distance shook the floor beneath her feet. The dataslates trembled briefly in place. The Sith Order's invasion had begun in earnest, and though the trembling of her surroundings was expected, something both unsettling and familiar drifted to her in the Force.

A presence. A presence?

Cora tilted her head back, nose crinkling. Earlier, she'd combed the roster of Jedi participating in the defense of Woostri. She took solace in the knowledge that Lysander von Ascania was safe on Naboo, away from the looming havoc.

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[Commodore Helix]

Objective: Survive the landing
Equipment: Flamestaff, Horror Matrix, E-4H Blaster Carbine (Pistol Configuration)
Tags: Zachariah Conway , Darth Strosius​

Helix gave Darth Strosius a curt nod in greeting; he liked the man, despite his incurable death wish and abrasive nature. "It will be instructive to fight together again, Strosius. I'm pleased that you seem to have recovered well."

Helix could see that the two Sith were already at each other's throats before they had even landed. He mimicked the sound of clearing his throat.

"Gentlemen." He said. "I need not remind you that we are in the field. Please do not damage the shuttle, or my droids, in your disagreement. There will be plenty of time after the op to settle your differences." He just hoped they'd keep it together that long. This was very possibly the most important mission he'd ever taken part in, and he didn't intend to let their worrisome bickering throw a spanner in the gears.

He cocked his head at the younger Sith when he mentioned the rain. "There will be far worse things flying at you in a few moments, young Latens. Be certain you don't let it go unpunished."

The droids with him were loading their weapons. One was thumbing darts into the magazine of a Lamprey rifle. Another sharpened the blade of a vibrosword. They were among his best and most experienced. He still didn't expect them to be coming back. As for himself, he wasn't worried about what might be below. He'd made certain... alterations to his form. Sure to be a nasty surprise for the Jedi he had no doubt were waiting inside.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Weal & Woe
Kor'ethyr Issued Kainate Trooper Armor
Armor Permissions

Allies: Sith Order
Opposition: Galactic Alliance

Pre-Landing​

Quiet stoicism had overtaken the young man during much of the journey. With calm practice he'd reviewed their new gear, ensuring that both he and Haro Aven felt comfortable with the various gadgets and features of their newly issued armor. He'd noted a shift in his peer's demeanor as touch down neared and frankly, was glad that the often goofy guy seemed to be more focused on the task ahead. For his part, Naami made sure to be attentive to his chosen squad mate for this skirmish and assumed the role of lead more calmly than he had in the past.

Though he and Haro still butted heads and occasionally scuffled over their place in the pecking order at school, they weren't at Kor'ethyr right now. It was them against the entire Galactic Alliance as far as he was concerned, and the zabrak showed his peer that in all but words as conflict drew nearer. Naami sat on a cargo crate, elbows rested on his knees, armored up entirely save for the helmet set between his feet and beneath his calmly clasped hands. Piercing blue eyes briefly connected with Gavin Vel across the way, sharing with him a knowing look. They knew well the kind of hell that awaited them on the surface, and the glory too, because their mentor Diarch Reign had already ensured their metal was tempered in the forge of war.

He listened contemplatively to the words of their instructor, Madrona A’Mia often did little to provide real reassurance but she did make the importance of their task clear. Just as he was turning to address Haro, someone else entered his space.

He stepped just off to the side, making sure his presence was felt. Leaning in slightly, the corners of his lips lifted, barely forming the ghost of a smirk. "Try to not get yourself killed out there.. you and I still have unfinished business,” he said coolly, letting the challenge hang in the space between them.

Naami looked up, ice cold eyes considering the fair haired human who'd had a bone to pick with him ever since Leshanna was assigned new kid duties and the zabrak silently made it known he'd be keeping an eye on his friend while she was in his presence. So much for leaving the pecking order back on Korriban. It almost seemed that Naami wouldn't respond, but as the boy walked away he called after him.

"Anytime, new kid. If you live, come remind me what your problem is."

Naami turned back to Haro and raised a dark eyebrow at him, as if to say "what's that guy's problem?" but the look soon gave way to a small smile.

"Alright soldier, almost go time," he said quietly with an arm thrown briefly around the young man's shoulders in a gesture of solidtarity.

Post Landing
[PvE]
Target: Central Archive and Computation Building
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The massive landing castle Srina Talon provided had ensured their "no man's land" was significantly safer to cross than it otherwise would've been. What with the massive EMP it set off, Kor'ethyr students could cover some decent ground before facing significant opposition. Naami and Haro broke off from the groups of their peers and set off to carve a path through any who opposed them.