The Eighth Battle - Coalition Invasion of Triumvirate Ruusan

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Olmondo
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Enemies: [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Cathbodua"]

A warm breeze rippled through the fabric of Cameron's dark blue and gray overcoat as his silver-green gaze remained fixed on the horizon. Standing motionless on the roof of a random building near the edge of the city, Cameron could see a great many things on the horizon. Closest to him where the machinations of individuals that he knew little and less of. Kiran Vess and Laguz Vald were...enigmas to him, but he didn't tend to concern himself with the business of others. Unlike many within the Triumvirate, he did not seek to gain favor with the Triumvir or elevate his own position. His was a life lived merely for the pleasure of it all.

The almost silent footfalls of an approaching assistant rang clear as day in Cameron's ears...until the unmistakable sound of fighters overhead joined the symphony of unnecessary acts that would no doubt be the theme song to this particular day. "What is it."

Decanus Respecia bowed though she knew Ashmedai would not see. "Pardon the intrusion, Lord Ashmedai. The Signal Corps indicates they are receiving broadband noise from outside the city."

"Translation, the Jedi... Pardon. The Silver Jedi are trying to transmit into the city."

"That is correct, Mi'lord."

Cameron rolled his eyes slightly. It seemed to be a rather typical action. Knowing what he knew about the Silver Jedi and...Jedi in general, they were either trying to incite the people to rise up, give some misguided threat or warning, or they were asking the civilians to stay inside. Regardless of whatever they were trying to do, had they actually attempted any sort of pre-assualt surveillance or intelligence, they would know the entire city was practically devoid of civilians. Also...the Triumvirate Military was 100% jamming all incoming transmissions that did not occur on select encrypted frequencies with the right key-set to bypass the subroutine. This was done more to protect the integrity of Triumvirate communications than anything else. Still. Cameron said nothing on the matter. He was not the military commander in this city.

"Mi'lord?"

Cameron exhaled softly. "Do you recall how the Silver Jedi came into existence, Decanus?"

Silence.

"No. You wouldn't, would you? The story they tell most tends to differ slightly from the truth. In the end of the day, they got mad at the Jedi Order of the Republic. Funny I do believe most of the issues arose from the rather aggressive nature of the Order. Yet here they are...a galactic government, no less. Decanus."

"Yes, Mi'lord?"

"Be sure what follows is recorded. Regardless of the outcome, I would hate for the galaxy to miss the...renewal of hostilities on a world by those that just...want everyone to be at peace."

"As you command."

Folding his arms over his exposed chest, the Sith Lord cast his gaze skyward. A thin smile touched Cameron's face. So much technology. Wasted.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Location: 2 Olmondo
Buddy: [member="Lassiter"]
Enemy: Jedi people, but no one specific at the moment. Let us know if you wanna fite (warning: might throw coffee in your face)

What was it that had taken Ameli to Ruusan? Was it the bustling city life, the wild parties and beautiful sights? If so she had been scammed by her trip adviser. What a bombed down dump. It was like the entire planet itself was aching, always emitting a soft, unheard groan of pain. But the Force was strong here, and there was much to learn or something. Jedi, Sith, both had a long history with deep ties to this place. There was undoubtedly useful knowledge she could seek out here.

Of course, nothing would happen until she had had her coffee. Before it she had been cranky. Ameli had nearly strangled the waiter for taking so bloody long. It was like customer service was an unheard word here. So uncivilised. Your planet has been a warn torn mess, invaded by Sith, Jedi, then thrown into chaos, only to be re-occupied by Sith again? Boohoo. Now give me my coffee.

The tip of the cup touched her lips, her mouth filled the wonderful taste of the mocca coffee. Force, it was good. She was becoming addicted to the stuff. With the back of her palm she wiped up some of the cream that had attempted to paint a moustache on her face. Life was better now. Life was good. As she put her cup slowly down on the table, she glanced downwards. Nope. Nope it karking wasn't. The blonde felt her fury building.

Ameli let out a loud, indignant groan. "Can you believe this? I mean, really?!" she exclaimed to her travel companion sitting across her. "Feel it" she grabbed the edges of her dark Sith robes and held it over the table. "No, really, feel it!" she stretched it out for the other to touch. "It's rubbish! Absolute rubbish. Who wears this. Unbelievable." she threw both arms in the air in resignation. The young acolyte sat there looking down at her all-black outfit, ontop of slim-fitting tunics. What colour were the tunics in? Black! BLACK!

"Most efficient conquerors in the galaxy, but they can't stop for a minute to develop some fashion sense." She couldn't believe this was the only outfit they had been equipped with. Absolutely useless. After saying that, she thought she got a look from Sena. "IT'S JUST SO MUCH BLACK, SENA. WHY ALL THIS BLACK?" she protested loudly. "You can be evil and pink, you motherfething kath hounds." she concluded with her arms crossed.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective: Valley of the Jedi
Location: Not the Valley of the Jedi, yet.
People: [member="Kana Truden"]

A song played in her mind as she drove along with the other troopers. Spencer Varanin was in an odd mood this day. Instead of checking in as one of the Masters of the Sanctum, the woman slipped into the barracks and gathered herself a bit of regular trooper armor. Nothing special, beyond the standard protection that the men had on along with a rifle that she would eventually discard. Blasters were boring, but they were a good source of energy. Remembering that she grabbed a few of their power cells and shoved them into her small pouch around her waist. The helmet hid who she was, as well as her own with drawn force aura, though from the looks of it [member="Kana Truden"] probably wouldn’t have been able to pick out any forcers with her mind so occupied.

Which in the end was good for Spencer, she enjoyed the anonymity a bit, especially with her uncanny ability to get recognized a million meters away. They had stopped and she listened to the boyish banter the troops had. Her nose wrinkled with an itch as she listened and figured if there was a human resources department there would be much sexual harassment clauses. The thought made her chuckle. Unknown, possibly by Kana, Spencer kept her mind open to whatever occurred. This was meant to spot any threats on the horizon, but she was instantly distracted with the fluctuation of Kana’s emotions. As she wandered and the men began to whisper, Spencer tilted her head.

Looking behind her she saw the man that spoke and underneath the visor she frowned. In an instant the man fell to his knees holding his head as he groaned with pain. Spencer knelt down in front of of him and pushed up the visor of the helmet, with a pleasant grin she remarked softly. “Without her, there’s no one to protect you from you own stupidity. Be nice.” An index finger flicked the commander on the forehead and she stood up. Resting the rifle on her shoulder she walked with a light skip behind Kana Truden. The visor returned to cover who she was and the men did what they were doing.

Catching stride with the Jedi, Spencer saluted the woman and continued to mosey on the path.

 

[Subject 37]

Olmondo
Main Road
[member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"]

KIran yawned behind his mask. The mobilization of armies always took a long time. Saeva had dedicates itself to shock tactics a long time ago, meaning they moved faster then most other military's did simply by default. Whereas another army would take hours to make sure their tanks, artillery, and whatever were ready, Saeva would simply dump in elite infantry with some minor orbital support to get the job done before anyone actually knew that it was needed.

Both tactics worked at times, and in truth the former was a far more...stable strategy, but it was also far more costly. Both in terms of life, and finances.

Kiran of course didn't particularly care about the cost of life, soldiers were soldiers and civilians got in the way, it was how it had always been. Others cared though, people like the Jedi, people like the Republic. Casualties were one thing, but executing a row of hostages out in the middle of the street? Well, that was really only something that a company like Saeva could do. They were already vilified across the galaxy, anything more didn't really matter.

"Oh stop crying." Kiran told the shaking man in front of him. "You'll be fine."

Probably not. "I'm sure the Jedi will get here soon to rescue you and your friends back there. I mean, they wouldn't just shoot at us without a care in the world about what's going on, that would be insane. That's something I'd do."

He shrugged slightly, causing the barrel of his blaster to press further into Jeremy's neck. It surprised him how quiet all of this was. The City was mostly evacuated save for soldiers of the Triumvirate and a few other civilians here and there, and Saeva forces were scattered in pockets of the urban sprawl for later ambushes, but besides that there was almost nothing. He wondered briefly how far the Jedi would go to capture this place. Would they turn it into rubble just trying to win?

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective: Valley of the Jedi
Location: Not the Valley of the Jedi, yet.
People: [member="Spencer Varanin"]

Dust crunched beneath her boots. Kana had really just equipped herself in memory of what she used to wear when she still lived here. For the longest of times she had sported jumpsuits, but it had proven to be far too impractical when it came to the climates of Ruusan. Instead she opted for the sleeveless tunic, the annoyingly baggy-yet-not-really pants that went with them. Olive had never really been her best color but surrendering one’s sense of fashion was a must if you wanted to ride with the Jedi she had once been part of. Beggars (or people who wanted to look like them) couldn’t be choosers.

From behind the healer would hear the sound of someone skipping in her direction. A soldier went up next to her in a close stride. Too close, almost. For the first time in a very long while Kana found herself saluted. It brought a smile to her lips as she looked back over at the grovelling troop commander.

“I think you’re breaking formation, soldier.” The jedi snickered. “I only needed ride planetside, your commander was kind enough to agree to that before we were to go our separate ways.”

Yes, she remained blissfully unaware of the actual identity of the soldier in question. There was far many more things that Kana had on her mind that felt more important to think on. Like the small part of her that held out for the hopes that someone she knew was still around the temple grounds. It was unlikely, but she hoped for it nonetheless.

After a while of walking, and once the soldiers were out of sight, Kana looked back over at her newfound companion and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think SSC Command is going to be very happy about this, Private... “ Kana looked for a tag but didn’t really find one. “You’re not wearing any tags or identification.” The master jedi squinted. “Who are you?”

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective: Valley of the Jedi
Location: Not really near the Valley of the Jedi
Companion: [member="Kana Truden"]

Oh noes, she’s smarter than she looks. Spencer blinked rapidly under the visor which prevented Kana from peering in and seeing the older blonde’s face. A face that had been plastered many places at some point or another. Secretly, Spencer blamed Ashin for the notoriety. It was one of those things that you dealt with when you were one of those ‘high prolific couples’ or power couple as some would say. Though with the fall of the Fringe - they somewhat had been able to live a quiet life. Quiet living wasn’t for either of them though and that resulted in Ashin’s death.

Kana made Trooper Spencer her focus for the time being. Whatever she had been looking for, or looking forward to seeing seemed to move to the secondary category of her mind. Spencer mused on this, if she had been a Sith in disguise the Jedi would have already been attacked and possibly overpowered. Jedi these days had too much on their mind and weren’t aware of their surroundings. Too trusting, she thought quietly as she saluted once more. The salute happened again and then a third time trying to avoid the question.

There was only so much saluting that Spencer could do, so instead of answering with her voice - which in her mind would give her away, the armored shoulders of the woman moved in a shrug. That was her answer and she was going to stick by it. Remembering the power core in the rifle, she quickly flipped the weapon backwards and ripped the core out. The hunk of metal that was the rifle soon fell to her feet and she happily hugged the core like it was a precious stuffed toy. Opening the armor’s utility pouch, she dropped the core inside and then pointed towards the direction they were walking.


With a song in her step, she continued forward assuming ( and digging through Kana’s mind) they were headed towards some important place Kana knew about. Waving her gloved hand she beckoned Kana to follow.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective 1
Location: Dropship to the Valley of the Jedi
Mission: Cleave through the Valley and take the Citadel...or destroy it.
Allies: All SSC in area
Enemies: All ST in area

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQUeQOIlcDM

”Signals from other Sanctum troops, sir.” The co—pilot looked up to Connor Harrison standing over them. ”They know we’re coming – I think it’s time to disembark with the others.”

It wasn’t a safe or smooth ride, by any means. Ruusan was to be liberated from the hands of the newly emerged Sith Triumvirate, and he had chosen to head to the Valley of the Jedi and help take the Citadel. The Jedi Master looked at the imposing fort in the distance through the view-port and nodded.

And so the mighty Silvers were showing the Sith they were more than just peace-keepers; they were warriors, soldiers and defenders of the Light. And it was time for the Light to be nothing but blinding.

"Wait for my word, and 5 seconds after you open the hold, close it again and get out of here."

He turned and moved through to his small chamber where he had brought his gear in a large trunk that would be the debut of the new kit he hoped would be a defining piece of attire against the Sith and their dark and devious tactics he had experienced over the years.

Feeling the transport dip, Connor removed his tunic and began to suit up in the ‘Sith Buster’ armour.

The heavy armour was pieced together with help from a Ranger. The thick boots with spiked grip. Strong gauntlets. All limbs covered. The belt fixed tight and he made sure his lightsaber was secure. Finally, the helmet which was fixed under the shoulder pad so it would be harder to knock off.

"This better work," Connor muttered, already hearing the voice distorted in a deep synthetic rumble from the com on the mouthpiece.

Taking a moment to centre himself, and activate the night-vision with a small press of the panel to the side of his helmet, the eyes began to glow an eerie blue.

"Ok – open!"

Immediately, the wind rushed though as the hold ramp lowered; they were above ground, and it seemed the weather was turning. Without hesitation, Connor hopped forward and fell out to the ground a few feet below. With a satisfying thud he hit the ground.

By the time he had turned and looked, the transport was away.

Looking up to the Citadel, he knew what he had to do, and hopefully he could prevent a bloodbath in the process.

"This is Connor, I’m on ground in the Valley.” His voice would reach all Sanctum members open to his signal. "You all know what you are; what you're made of. Any of you want to turn back, now's the time. There isn't one of us that doesn't want to be someplace else. But this is what we do, who we are. Live for nothing, or die for something."

 

[Aithne Charr]

Obj: PVP with them Sith.
Location: Valley of the Jedi.
Equipment: 2x Lightsabers, 15x Vibrodaggers, Jung-jii Fiber Armor, belt with number of pouches for seeds.



Solan sighed as his form moved towards the battle field, his hands infront of him as he was messing with one of his robe's sleeves, each of which were holding one of his two sabers up them to keep them out of sigh. Solan was someone who prefered his tricks and even his small, simple diversion was more his style than worrying about them being on his belt. He also had a number of daggers lining his coat and his armor itself though incase things got truly worrying and he would need to hold his own against someone with his body rather than with the Force which he was far more used to relying on.

He was not alone though as he moved towards the enemy, [member="Maya Carrick"] and [member="Jericho"] were both nearby for the simple reason of wanting to keep a more cohesive team that could deal with enemies far more efficiently. While their mental capabilities were not quite linked in the same way Solan was with his Ashlan companion Kira, he could transfer his thoughts to the two if need be rather than speak, so to allow their movements as one rather than three separate bodies.

As far as Solan was concerned, Jericho was the juggernaut, there to provide the muscle against who ever it was they needed to deal with while Maya had joined up as they were leaving to join the field. This tactic would be far from the most honorable, being that it erased the idea of single combat in favor of composing a hit squad that could cover its bases, protecting each member from its own weaknesses. Solan himself wasn't quite sure of the other two's weaknesses, but his own was his body and thanks to Jericho it was not as much of a problem when it came to battles like this, being the man would be able to be their first line.

"Jericho, we are nearly at the Valley, are you ready? And Miss Carrack, I will try to get you as close to any injured that need care if we find them, ok?" The plan was simple, take out as many Sith as they could and get those that fell before they arrived medical attention immediately. Maya was one he never inquired about when it came to her abilities in fighting, something that he grew interested in but that was for another time to test out, not on the battlefield.

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective: Valley of the Jedi
Location: Not the Valley of the Jedi, yet.
People: [member="Spencer Varanin"]

Was she mute as well? The soldier was obviously eccentric the way she went about the power core of her weapon, and how she saluted not once but four times before continuing onwards. Kana raised her finger to object to it but quickly retracted it as she hurried behind the soldier who seemed eager to get going again. Truly Kana began to question whether or not the soldier she was travelling with was even real or not. Would someone this crazy even be allowed on a shuttle? Was the SSC really the incompetent? Not that Kana thought them to be as such, but the soldier really had her wondering for a moment.

The two of them crossed the fields with ease. Although some would claim it wasn’t the brightest to move to wander in such open spaces Kana felt little in the way of worry. The small peace in her mind that she clinged to was the feeling of being at home again. Sounds of battle was starting to brew ever so gently in the distance, but for a shortwhile Kana knew that she was able to be at peace. Even more so when the last hill came into view. She knew it well, had climbed it plenty of times back then. A child-like joy filled her as the soldier and her began to ascend along the side of the hill.

A deep breath filled her lungs as she closed her eyes. She tried to prevent a small smile from spreading on her lips but it was in vain. She gave it until the coutn of three before she’d open her eyes to see home again after so long.

3…
2…
1…

Her eyes opened.

Her heart stopped.

It was gone. In the one place she had expected to see her once-home there was now… Nothing. A shocked exhale forced its way out of her. A hand clinged to her chest as she stared out over the open field of abso-fething-lutely nothing. In the near distance stood another set of ruins, but the ones that Kana had expected to see were nowhere to be seen.

“It’s… Gone?” She whispered, mainly to herself. “There’s nothing here.”

She took the first step towards where her home had once been, beckoning at the soldier to follow her.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Valley of the Jedi
Location: SSC Dropship
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: Sith Triumvirate
Gear: Lightsaber

Months had passed since the battle on Midvinter against the undead tide, in which they had lost a most treasured member of their family as well as seen a new High King take his father's throne. Those few days had been truly tumultuous for all of them, and so upon returning to Voss after some time off the Grandmaster and his wife had resumed their normal duties, glad to be away from such death and destruction. It would only last so long, however, as reports of a new Sith threat had reached them. As if one wasn't enough.

The Assembly had convened and deemed it necessary to mobilise the army and fleet, to quash these Sith before they too become a powerhouse akin to the already established One Sith. The Coalition would not allow it, and so the call was made and the Heavenshields geared up for yet another fight. It would not end for them - not for a long time. All they could do was face each new challenge with the same vigour and hopeful outlook as the last one. They were both alive and well, so they had to be doing something right.

His blue eyes were taken away from the great valley which lay below when he felt a delicate hand upon his cheek. His wife sat resting her head upon his shoulder as the dropship approached its destination. "Won't be long now," he told her before taking her hand in his to place a kiss upon it. Sure enough, the pilot signalled those aboard the vessel that they would arrive in less than a minute. Thurion leaned in to place his lips upon Coci's. "I love you, now and beyond this life." He would then stand up and address the Rangers who accompanied them.

No armour had been donned this day, nor did a Valkyri sword sit at his side. Just his good old leather jacket and his trusty lightsaber. Old school.

"Once more unto the breach, my friends," he said. "You all know me so I won't prattle on too much. Keep each other safe and we'll get through this, together." The men and women were ready for anything, all veterans from previous battles across Coalition space. The Grandmaster then turned to look upon the massive valley and its many monuments to the great Jedi of the past. "This place has been called the 'Valley of the Jedi' for untold millennia. Let's go remind the Sith of this fact, shall we?" he then spoke while offering a hand to his beloved wife.

[member="Coci Heavenshield"]​

 

[Lassiter]

Objective: Olmondo City
Location: Office.
People: [member="Ameli Trahir"]

The report was discarded onto the nearby desk. It spun around for a while before coming to a halt by the very edge. Sena’s knuckles planted themselves against oak ledges before she took her seat in front of Ameli who, much like she had for the entirety of the time they spent here, looked like she was about to throw yet another hissy fit. The Sword moved her fingers to rub against her temples and made herself comfortable. Much as she had expected of Ameli, she did indeed throw yet another tantrum.

Sena felt the fabric of the standard issue acolyte robe and let out a frustrated sigh, ever trying to find a good spot to cut her apprentice short and let her know what was what. Only the chance never came. One word after another bombarded the knight as complaint, after complaint, after complaint rolled off the apprentice’s tongue. Sure, Sena could have interrupted her but she respected this particular woman too damn much to do it. As such she simply settled for crossing one arm against her chest and covering her eyes with her free hand.

“You done?” Lassiter added as Ameli’s rant came to a stop. “Like, done-done? Because you are just-...” Arms tensed up before letting it all go. “Wow!”

Deep breath, let the anger go. Ameli was not at a fault here, no matter how much the voices kept asking Sena to kindly strangle the insubordinate nature out of her friend. The Sword stood up once more and straightened the cuffs of her leather jacket, brushed the few specks of dust off her pants.

She felt the jealous stares hit her from a mile away. Ameli wasn’t happy, not in the slightest.

“Maybe they thought ‘Hey, if the arid air won’t kill the acolytes, especially Ameli Trahir, then maybe the warmth will with these outdated black robes.’ Huh?”

“It’s not about style, darling. It’s about cutting costs when regulating uniforms. Reserve the special silks for important people,” Sena looked back at her apprentice with a devious grin. “Like me.”

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective: Valley of the Jedi
Location: Ruins of Kana's Home *tear* ?
Companion: [member="Kana Truden"]

Spencer contemplated on releasing a calm through the Force, but in her early years she had done so and possibly changed the course of a relationship and several people’s futures. Sighing softly, she had to let Kana feel the pain she was feeling. Feelings were important to getting over things right? Spencer had to keep reminding herself that it was okay to feel sad. Though to save herself, she closed off any connection between her and Kana, the last thing she needed was to lose her own feelings and become overwhelmed with Kana’s.

Adjusting the helmet, she started to wonder how Troopers were able to keep them on for so long. The stupid thing was getting hot and every time she breathed a little too heavy the visor got foggy. She would write a note about it and see if the weapons or whatever division could fix them for the poor troopers. Wiping her arm on her visor, she noticed that Kana had wanted to continue. With everything being destroyed there wasn’t a reason for them to stay. Still, with the hand that beckoned, Spencer followed close wondering what more Kana had been searching for.

If she couldn’t use the force to bring some comfort to her new companion, Spencer reached out with a gloved hand and patted Kana’s shoulder as she reached the woman’s side. Physical contact sometimes was the best remedy if it wasn’t the Force. The pat was quick and gave the notion of reassurance. Taking a few steps ahead of Kana, a synthetic voice common among the troopers echoed softly. “What is this place, Jedi?” To keep the facade of being one of the normal troopers, Spencer spoke oddly to the woman, calling her Jedi - when it was obvious the woman’s light wasn’t fully there. Still, to Troopers and the ignorant, there was only Jedi and Sith - nothing in the middle.

“Why did you come here?”

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Reclaim the Valley of the Jedi
Location: Dropship on ground Ruusan
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition and her allies
Enemies: Sith Triumvirate and her allies
Equipment: Lightsaber and Silver Sanctum Jedi Robes (and a nose guard @Vornskr)

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | @The Silver Sanctum member and Allies in the Valley

Her saber had barely time to cool down after Midvinter before she and her husband had been called to the Assembly to discuss the thread to their borders. The decision to make, 'First Strike' if you will, was not taken lightly and when the final decision had been made, they prepared the entire faction for the event. After several months, plans had been set in place, and the Silver Jedi are ready. This is war against an old foe, the Sith, who had 'made camp' in the Valley of the Jedi on Ruusan and so it was here she and Thurion would face them.

Already on ground are Silver Jedi and allies come to assist, and as the dropship landed Coci took Thurion's hand ready to step foot on the soil of Ruusan. The ramp opened to lower, and reveal the vast valley ahead of them, she could sense it, the corruption of the nexus, the stain on a sacred place to the Jedi. "Beyond this life.. ", her first words on Ruusan and gave his hand a comforting squeeze, before turning to look up into his eyes "..now and forever, I shall love you".

No matter what happened here this day, they would face this together, they all would. There is no complacency in the Silver Sanctum, they are very well aware this driving back of the Sith will be difficult and many many lives will be lost in the process but they will stand together and face whatever is thrown at them. The attempt to take their lives, corruption, insults and death .. lets do this.

 

[Jericho]

Location: The Valley of the Jedi
Mission: Take the Citadel/Takedown sith presence
Allies: SSC and Allies
Enemies: ST and Allies

The wind was chilling but the sun shined brightly. With the sun at its peak, people should be bustling around. However, the warrior didn't see any people in the small village. He didn't hear any signs of life. The only signs the warrior could see were that of chaos. Everything was sparse, even the houses were creaking from the destruction and all he could do was look at it in distaste. Many dead laid and with building heavily scorched with low dying fire, maybe there could be survivors.It was like an out of body experience, seeing himself, a memory from the past. Seeing the world he has had already seen a reflection of his true youth. He looked around at the old buildings with signs that he could hardly see. In had some broken old tavern of a name he could not remember. Having spotting it, he walked in and paused. Still there was no one, but it was torn asunder was thought there was a great battle among the people who previously inhabited this village and the unknown force. He did a loud knock at the bar but there was no response. Running his fingers over a table, Jericho listened. He heard nothing but the creaking of the floor under his feet.

This is where you met her. Do you remember? The little girl?

On a planet that he could not remember but a setting that still gave him chills to this day. There was one thing he could remember quite vividly and it was the face of his first padawan. The one that disappeared. He could see his younger self-stand over her, looking down at her beaten body. 'Yes, I remember.' The answered the voice the whispered in his mind. 'Do you remember her name?' The voice whispered. 'Yes, how could I not?' The warrior responded. Jericho watched as his younger self reached out a hand to helped the little girl up and held her tight knowing that she was alone. Alone like him and together they had made a strange little pair; the thought of her made him feel a little warm as the memories he had for his first padawan were all pleasant but only for a moment. 'Remember how you disappeared on her?' The voice stated calmly. The warrior froze in place and paused, his own memory stopped as he tried to reach out to the two, the vision of himself and the little girl faded from his grasp. The warrior gripped his hand into a fist as tightly as he could. 'Yes...I remember.' The dark voice crackled with laughter in his mind when it heard and felt his submission.

From the memories, Jericho was in a circle and in his own darkness, the zone around cold and isolated but in this zone he was not alone. The voice of one turn to the sound of many was with him. A mixture of the voices of those he has already heard throughout his life, the good and the bad. 'How do you fight?' The voices asked the warrior. 'To maintain balance in me between the dark and the light. To use both the way I wish.' The warrior remarked. The voices crackled with laughter and echoed throughout his mind for a moment before his tone went seriously once more. 'Liar, liar.' The voices said. 'The little boy enjoys the thrill of the fight more. So reckless is he, the little boy wants to unleash his true potential...' The warrior remained silent as the voice mocked him. 'Why do you fight?' The voices asked him again. 'To protect those I care about.' His voice more stern in counter to the voices. 'Liar, liar.' The voices cried louder than the stern tone made by the warrior. 'Little boy wants to play hero, to run and run. The Little boy in denial...' The warrior again remain silent as the voices mocked him once again and again the voices crackled with an eerie laughter.

'Is the little boy a failure? A fool that runs?' The voices asked the warrior. Jericho remained silent for a moment as if an attempt to ignore the voices and again the voices crackled with a more sinister giggle and asked again, "Is the little boy a failure? A fool that runs?' For another moment, Jericho remained silent. This time, the voices crackled again but this time, there was a hint of irritation of being ignored and asked the warrior again the voices louder and constant putting more emphasis on specific words, 'IS the BOY a FAILURE? A FOOL that RUNS?' The voice kept asking and asking putting more emphasis on those words making the warrior want to roar out. It made him want the thrash, it made him want to fight. Jericho wanted to lash out at the voice he wanted to scream at them to stop. 'Such a coward.' The voices stated with disappointment starting to fade away for the moment.

'Sir...'

'Sir....'

"Sir!" A lone voice called out snapping Jericho back to reality from his meditation. Jericho shook his head light and let out a heavy breath and looked up stern to the officer. "Yes?" The warrior calmly answered, controlling himself from hyperventilating. "We're nearing the drop point sir, and the other Jedi have contacted you." The soldier commented, in response the warrior gave a nod of his head signaling that he would answer the called. After the soldier left his quarters, the warrior wiped a cold sweat from his forehead that rolled down to his brow. Even for Jedi hearing voices were an unnatural phenomenon when outside ancient ruins. Was it the super soldier serum he took? Was it all the knowledge he had acquired? Or was it everything he has been through having been more of a toll on him. Again the warrior shook his head and took a deep breath in and long exhale out. 'A failure and a fool that runs?' The warrior whispered under his breath questioning what that meant. Sub-consciously he knew what the voices meant. But for now, he would just....Ignore it. The was no room for doubt, no room for distraction, he had to be ready. There were a few the depended on him.

The warrior donned on his heavy armor, tightening over himself even over his cybernetics. He clapped each piece of his armor, once to ensure to was correct fastened, twice to get his blood flowing, a third to boost his own morale. He placed a hand on his handy belt clipped on them was a pouch with several tactical grenades and his three sabers. He did his light warm up bouncing light from foot to foot back and forth, a few stretches, then mimicking an action one of his daughters tended to do, clapping himself lightly on his face. "Focus." The warrior whispered to himself, after doing this he adjusted his mask; and walked out from his quarters to the main hall of the ship.

"This is Connor, I’m on ground in the Valley.” The first comm went. "You all know what you are; what you're made of. Any of you want to turn back, now's the time. There isn't one of us that doesn't want to be someplace else. But this is what we do, who we are. Live for nothing, or die for something." It wasn't too long after Connor had made his announcement and speech Jericho had reached his point. The warrior was not too far from Connors position if anything a little further closer to the Citadel. It was then the second comm went. "Jericho, we are nearly at the Valley, are you ready?" The voice of the King of Kesh called out. "Aye." The warrior responded as his shipped landed with a handful of the coalition infantry running out with Jericho walking out to the front. Jericho turned on his comm-link to the open SSC channel. "Jericho here at the front lines. Awaiting orders." Jericho knew what he had to do, act as the battering ram; He would not let his people down.

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: headed to the valley
OBJECTIVE: fight fight fight
ALLIES: TBD
ENEMIES: TBD

Sitting in the drop ship the Mad Knight was singing an ancient mandalorian song under his breath. The tension in the hold was palpable as troopers and Silvers alike radiated mixed emotions of eagerness, anticipation, nervousness, and the cold chill of Fear. Adrenaline pumped, hearts raced, hands sweat as the ship neared the ground and the drop location. A silence hung in the hold except for the low chords issuing from the armor clad Muad Dib. His tongue flicked out licking his lips and tasting the air like a serpent as he finished the last chorus of the song. The air was dry yet salty from the sweating bodies in close proximity. He laughed when the ship jarred on landing eliciting several muffled cries from the startled.

The hold doors opened and the troops and silvers rushed down the ramp. Rising from his seat he unhooked his buy'ce from the netting at his waist and secured the helm over his head. Hoping from the ship he immediately felt the pull coming from the valley. Power from the force surged in waves, a tempo of energy that filled the air. Within the Nexus was the taint of the darkside. Several of the silvers groaned from the darkside aura of the Nexus, but the Mad Knight grinned as he felt the answering darkness within him answer the Nexus, a greeting of sorts.

As the soldiers and Jedi began to get into formation to head out Muad merely left. His presence bothered them all, but he wasn't upset that he wasn't included in any of their reindeer games. He was the oddball and he quite enjoyed playing the part. Easing from the clearing as the wash hit them from the thrusters of the rising ship he began his journey to the valley.

In a loping jog that he could keep up for days the Mad Knight opened himself to the tainted Nexus and basked in the dark energy that the sith had created as they began to corrupt the Nexus. As he moved he tightened his weapons and armor so no slight sound of his passing would be heard by an accidental clack of metal on metal. Grinning within gods buy'ce the Mad Knight chuckled. He never felt more alive then in battle. And battle was coming.

As he neared the basket he felt the record in the force from nearby force users making their way to the location. It was going to be a glorious day. Pausing at the base of a tree he began climbing it's ancient body with force jumps and swings until he was settled in the canopy near the top. A group of Jedi passed beneath in their sojourn to the Nexus. He grinned slightly as his gauntleted hand lightly caressed the hilt of the invited sword over his right shoulder. It would be so easy to drop from above into their midst and slaughter the Jedi, so focused on the objective were they. But he let them pass. They were allies of sorts in this battle that was to play out. He could resist there instincts within crying for blood, carnage, and death. Only because he knew that before this day was done he would have his share and more.

Perched in the tree he felt the sway due to the light breeze that could not touch his beskar encased body. The desire to remove his helm and feel the wind deep across his face was very tempting, but a temptation he could resist as he knew he was now in enemy territory. Chuckling he slid down the trunk then leaped the last several meters to land in a crouch upon the ground. Sightseeing was over.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Allies: [member="Sorel Crieff"]
Enemies: [member="Sinistra"]

"Shh." There was a small look at the ones there. last time she had been to the valley she had used it to kick start the force once again but now it was corrupted and strange while she stood over one who had spotted her and her padawan. They could move around quicker as the others were coming into view around the valley. Her hands gripping the Getsuga Tenshō swords as the reverse blade had smacked into the gut of the man. "Rest now." There was a look at him while she eased him down moving towards the statues to enter the valley over landing in it like some of the others were. Slowly sheathing the blade onto her back while walking in the silver Sasori Light Armor with her twin sabers Senbonzakura as well as Haineko and Shura Yuki disc blade.

Her face remained stoic and eyes watching while the darkside within the valley had the Sigil of Hope glowing just a little. her equipment on herself while she got a few thoughts spread out towards the bigger things feeling Coci and Thurion even Connor and jericho were coming towards the Valley. A small tight lipped smirk tugging at her lips though when she crossed into it allowing the force to wash over. She tapped the finger tips of her Sasori Tora'yor Henkan-Ki along the armor as she prepared herself for a fight that would be coming as the descended to try and reclaim the valley in the name of the jedi. The sun coming down as the small atrisian took a moment to use the Parasol Blade to protect from it and give a different view to some of the others.

With the parasol opened she looked briefly around keeping it resting against her shoulder for a few moments getting a feeling for all of the tension that was rising and she imagined prepared to spill over into a brawl. Her energies focusing while she started to pull and focus some of the current. She was letting the energies pool to prepare for something interesting that could be done. "Be careful in here, the darkside has been used to twist the valley." She said it for her padawan who given all that had been happening with her was more then likely ready in her mind after this to become a jedi knight. Sorel was proving most effective in learning what skills she could from her master for some of the major things.

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Gear: Sinistra's Personal Armor,
2 sabers; 1 silver, 1 red
Opponent: [member="Matsu Ike"]

She had come to Ruusan to talk.

She wasn't sure she should have come at all.

The last time she had been here, she had done a favor for the failing Techno Union by quietly mustering the forces of the Imperium to aid their defense. Or Joran had because she had told him she was going to help them.

In the madness of battle and blood, she never saw Carach, but she heard him. She felt him. Nearly overwhelmed and almost incapacitated, the Imperium withdrew with word from Carach that they had much to discuss.

A discussion that had still not happened, so taking matters into her hands, she arrived the day before to rip the bandage off so to speak.

She was drinking caf in her room, smack in the midst of the garrison that morning. Construction had been working quickly to mend the damage from the Triumvirate assault when the whine of dropships shook the dust from the statues.

"Who comes knocking today, I wonder..." she muttered to herself, the caf forgotten as she fastened the seal of her mask, the HUD flashing on.

Armored up, she looked rather nondescript, as the style of her armor looked just like the scores of adepts who dwelled here. Nothing extraordinary about her as she filed quietly out into the courtyard to see what the commotion was, the cup of caf in her gloved hand still piping hot.

The nexus pulsed against her senses with every vibration of the air, calling to her to give in. She had to admit, it felt intoxicating and thick; ushering her to join it and be a part of the current flowing through the valley.

She walked forward, her eyes sweeping the landscape but knowing that there was too much ground to cover. Too many nooks to hide.

The caf was set down on a stone half wall to her left as she began the spell, weaving actions and accents with intent until there stood a pair of force wraiths, their appearance a shadowy, dark duplicate of herself.

“Scout the hills, do not engage.”

Nodding in agreement, the pair rushed off; one to the left and the other to the right.

Picking up the caf, she popped the seal on her mask at the chin, lifting it enough to drink but not enough to show her face.

There might be hell coming, but she was finishing her caf first.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Olmondo City
Allies: [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Enemies: Jedi Invaders

You know, sometimes being a stormtrooper had its upsides. The armor was nice, benefits were good. Got all the equipment a soldier could dream of. But some days, man, some days are truly awful.

Today was one of those days.

The name’s Canton. Dak Canton. Been with the Sith Triumvirate for a while now, before that a collections agent for Hegemonic Automaton and a Tion Whiteguard and before any of those a monster hunting commando with the Lords of the Fringe. It’s been a wild ride, but somehow the body’s still hittin’ all sixes.

Barging into the room, clad all in white armor and toting around a Czerka assault rifle - among other weapons - in a sling over the shoulder, helmet clutched under the arm, I pointed at the seated women.

“Uh, ladies? Orders straight from Triumvir Adekos. He said, uh…” Had to try and recall the full tirade. Eh. They’d get the jist. “get off your asses and go assist Centurion Centurion. I’m under orders to accompany you.”

More like chaperone, but hey I’m not complaining.

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective: Valley of the Jedi
Location: The Jedi Enclave that never was.
People: [member="Spencer Varanin"]

The dust seemed to just circle her in slow-motion as a hand reached out for a sandstone archway that wasn’t there. Her fingers curled back into the palm of her hands at the strange sensation of touching nothing, like a phantom pain that wasn’t hers to feel. She let out a dejected sigh before venturing forth. In her mind she could see the entire place before her. It was still standing, still radiating with the life she expected it to. Still pictures of padawans sparring in the courtyard, her fellow masters meditating in between the different chambers. There had never been too many of them around here. She knew each of their faces by heart.

Treyv.

Manda.

Roy.

A hand grasped at her shoulder asking what this place was and just like that the enclave was gone again. Kana was back in reality again with the cruel reminder that nothing would ever stay the same. Ever.

“My home.” Kana said and entered a hunch. “Or well, what remains of it since I left.”

“This was where my clinic was.” Kana said and pointed to the ground. “Over there was the student quarters.”

But now there was nothing. Nothing but gravel and sand.

“I wanted to see what had happened since I left.”

“I was disappointed.”

 

[Matsu Ike]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Allies: Jedi
Opponents: [member="Sinistra"]

There was something in the air, a feeling of electricity as the jedi master continued to walk and stayed there under the sun away from the others. She felt something wash over her like a flow of energy as she remained there for a time. Slowly channeling and gathering, expanding her thoughts out to work with the flaws and correct them as needed for herself. She had a plan as far as her plans went while going along the edges of the valley instead of trying to charge in at the temple they had constructed. She'd let the other charge in and provide support where it was needed instead spinning her parasol a little. The remains of the temple constructed under Ben Watts should be around unless it had been destroyed to make way for the larger one but she could work all of that out later while stopping so Sorel could keep up if needed by one of the statues while she tapped her finger along the wooden hilt of the parasol feeling the force imbued wood.