The Silver Jedi Come (Dominion of Malachor V + Sith Order Rebellion)

[Elsan Soban]

Lt. Soban stood at the small bridge of the engineering team's section near the underbelly of the No Land Beyond as her teams of engineers and technicians sat calmly at their seats amidst the red sounding alarms ringing across the massive beast of a ship. All kitted out in the engineering department's yellow and black fabsuits, it was like they rehearsed this time and time again, and under Soban, they did. On the other side of the blast glass in front of them sat the ship's massive core, linked up to conduits and different levels of scaffolding and platforms that embraced the massive heart of the ship.

"Turn that karking alarm off!", Elsan yelled over the commotion, to which one of the junior deckhand engineers quickly shut it off. The quiet beeping, fluctuating whirls and buzzes of their control panels filled the air as reports came in from every panel to their respective senior officers, who from their own datapads then fed the lieutenant's datapad that lit up in front of her in a brilliant blue hue, showing her everything from ship schematics and power levels.

"Chief's going to be hard pressed on this one", Elsan mumbled as she paced back and forth, looking down at her datapad live feed, watching the different nodes indicating the drop pod statuses turned red one by one.

"Drop pods away, lieutenant", one of Elsan's servitor droids said in its flat, monotonous voice - to which she nodded and looked back up, bringing her datapad away from her face and lowering it with one hand down to her waist as she started pointing and commanding with the other. "It's go time, boys!", to which a resounding "Hoorah!" came in reply from her engineers.

"Shields up and weapons to full. No slip-ups this time, squigs. This is not a drill."

The whole ship could feel power being shunted from the ship's warp drives as the massive core hummed and power surged through several conduits, charging up the massive batteries and bringing the shield's defense systems, already online, to full power.

Lt. Soban then pressed down on the comm-piece by her ear, directly patching her through to the bridge and Warrant Officer [member="Allison Martha Iversson"]. "Bridge, this is S&E (Science & Engineering). Drop pods are away, and power is being shunted to weapons, shields and sensors manager. All ship systems operating at full power."

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

Location: The Caldera
Allies: [member="Junko Ike"]

Kat nodded at her employer's request, "Alright you got it." Truth be told, Kat didn't have a head for tactics. At least on this scale. She was used to planning small hits, escape routes, but even then that required improvising. Commanding armies? That was something far beyond her skills.

 

[Onley Xiangu]

LOCATION: Ziost - Dropship
ALLIES: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Niysha"] | [member="Ansgar"] BLACK - the dark of ages past!
ENEMIES: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"]

He was quiet when there was a response. The Heavenshields - though unlike most of the Silver Jedi unacquainted with his Mother personally - had had their own experiences with the sort of mental connection the Xiangu’s could foster from even the distance between stars. (Nightmares. Promises. A long time ago - I haven’t forgotten your children.) He figured that speaking would not do anyone any favors in regards to any favorable accords.

He was a prideful creature and he had to swallow that emotion when Ignus spoke of remaining on his ‘best behavior’. It rubbed him the wrong way, as if he were a child being admonished for his own nonsense. He bit the inside of his cheek, knowing it would do him no good to spit out something sarcastic and abrasive. He swallowed that useless emotion, instead following the Knight and sitting beside him in the transport. His words were honest even if he was learning to control those more fleeting feelings: “I’ll be like an angel, my lord.” Despite the ever-present smirk, it was clearly truth, the honorific proof that despite his impudent irk he was sincere. “I am here to help your mission succeed.” And he meant it. Animalistic knee-jerk reactions aisde, he was nothing if not true to his word.

Another voice cut through the static of his negative emotion, drawing his attention as he narrowed his eyes in interest. The other language he didn’t know, but it was soon translated by a man painted in intimidating ink.

Onley smiled.

Putting his hand in a fist over his chest, he nodded deep to the stranger, a sign of respect in a culture he hoped translated. “Senshi.” The fist changed to two fingers as he finished, tapping against his breastbone. “Warrior.”

The ship dropped out, the pilot following those orders he’d received. And there went nothing.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Korriban
Objective: I dunno, probably some Fear Stuff
Allies: [member="Velok the Younger"] | There are more somewhere
Enemies: There are most certainly some around.

Vulkan stood in the red sand desert of Korriban and breathed deeply. Years had passed since his only visit to the planet and the Sith had never seen so many Jedi on a Sith Planet. Something about cleansing millennia of darkness made him chuckle to himself as he walked, dust and sand brushing along his black beskar'gam, his mask protecting his reptilian skin and nostrils from the heat, though he would likely find himself right at home in a place like this. Taozin Amulet around his neck, he did his best to stay away from the very high traffic areas and the places with large military presences. Vulkan wasn't known for 'quiet' or anything of the sort, but in his weakened state, he could not exactly assault a group of Jedi on his own without serious luck and tactical advantage.

His lightsaber was tucked away in his dark red robes and his tail followed behind him, twitching. Through the vents in his mask, he smelt and tasted the air, sensing for near by creatures, his Force senses blurry from the Taozin amulet. The ruins, there were always ruins on Korriban, even when people decided to clean it up, they would always unearth more and more ruins. In one of these however, Vulkan would no doubt find a place of power where he could begin. Nothing like siphoning off the power of the homeworld of the Sith itself, and devouring the fear of those Jedi that had been foolish enough to live on the planet.

The Sith Lord slipped through the ruins, passing deteriorating columns where he stopped and placed his hands against it. It was warm to the touch, even through his gauntlets. He could feel the veins of power flowing through it, like cold blood through a body, barely slipping through its veins after centuries of unuse.

<Time to begin.> The Sith continued on his way, looking for a place he could begin.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ALLIES: Silver Jedi on Korriban
ENEMIES: Sith on Korriban
ENGAGING: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

The orb came down, and it slammed Connor down with it, and it was such a direct administration of the Force that it didn’t even allow him the chance to slide forward with his momentum. The force of the blow was absorbed by his armour, but he rattled his bones.

With a grunt, he dug his fists into the ground and pushed himself up before the Sith. That was already one position he didn’t want to be in – lower than Sithspit.

Connor nodded, knowing what type of fighter this aggressor was.

"Very well."

With his left hand, he flicked it upwards and pushed the ground around them upwards, as if artillery fire was shooting out of the rocky ground they were standing on; slabs of earth and grit shot up in bursts as Connor shot out the lightsaber his with his right hand, the blue blade snapping into life to start his deadly dance with a slash upwards to force the Sith back into the carnage.

Theatricality and distraction were Connor’s tools, to use the Force to un-settle and throw the enemy so he could press on for the upper-hand with nothing but steely resolve to not bow before the darkness today, whatever the cost. He had done that enough.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

Darth Athyssius watched as the Jedi Master rose before him.

Good.

He wasn't weak.

He would enjoy putting him back down in the dirt.

And then the ground itself was attacking him. He lunged from side to side, his danger sense screaming at him to stop testing fate by dancing like that and to actually leap away. He barely heeded, just barely, and before he could've been thrown into the air, he leapt off of one of the slabs and flipped backwards into the air.

Snap-Hiss.

He ignited his dark blue lightsabre.

Another lightsabre was flashing out at him, guided by the Force no less.

It was a small flip, by the time he landed, he was attacked. A paltry guard in the centre of his being allowed a block of that. That was something he had learned as a Jedi Padawan. How not to waste energy in close combat, though there wasn't really anyone holding the lightsabre. He aimed a downwards slash for its hilt, while at the same time reaching with his right hand to tug the armoured Master at him to hopefully interrupt his connection on the lightsabre's guiding so he could split it in half.

Of course, the downside was pulling instead of pushing.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Location: Sith HQ, Korriban City, Korriban.
Allies: [member="Haytham Kaze"] | [member="Grimoire"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Raxis"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Silas of Ossus"] | [member="Vulkan"] | Missing anyone?
Enemies: [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Auron Song"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Syn"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | If I’m missing anyone please tell me.

Sirella’s hoard of mummified corpses stood vigil over the city as the Sith began to land. The walled city would be perfect as a staging area for the Sith. It was a bastion for them to occupy as [member="Velok the Younger"] was most likely already being driven out of the system. There was no way the ragtag fleet they had assembled could take on the full might of the Silver Jedi Order. No with ground forces deployed the young Whiphid had probably fled across the sector waging his Guerrilla war.

The Sith witch strode onto the great bridge that led into the city and there stood. Four towers rose in vigil over the walls, obelisks of powers undefined for centuries. The sith of old made the galaxy quake until they were brought low by the Jedi who killed that which they feared. The spirit whispered into her ear. It was bound and yet it’s memories remained intact. Mindless servants were poor, it was important to let few keep some of what they were in order to make them more efficient. Still the dead made for poor advisors. Remember this little sithling; kill Jedi on sight, for their souls are puss ridden with cowardice and duplicity.

There was a life to the city, with vegetation and the flowing of water. An oasis in an otherwise dead land. To Sirella it was perfect, containing both historic presence and those things that made her feel at home. That was of course, soil, sun, and life giving water. In the desert an army needed a steady supply. Well... most armies did. For the armies of the dead there was no need for such things.

As the sith landed and began to flood the city Sirella smiled. Upon the bridge she greeted them. [member="Enyo Typhos"] and [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. “Welcome,” she said with arms wide. “I am Sirella Valkner. I have made safe the city.” Motioning to the city she smiled and gave a polite bow. Sirella recognized Enyo, but not as Enyo. “The battle of Roche?” she said with a quirk of the brow. It had been a long time since that battle and yet she still vaguely recalled the figure of the Omega Pyre forcer who collapsed a roof upon hapless republic soldiers. “I hadn't expected you here.” The old Sith Empire and later Tion cabal had a file, their intelligence had been rather complete and yet something felt off about the woman before her.

Eyes narrow and power surging Sirella was prepared for the worse and yet this woman was beside a Sith from whom darkness oozed. "In any case the walls are secure and we may use this position as a fallback point. Feel free to move any forces you need into the city. We would do well to establish ourselves here in case of counter attack."

Looking between the two Sith she then asked, “The attack on the Jedi outpost here goes well yes?”

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ALLIES: Silver Jedi on Korriban
ENEMIES: Sith on Korriban
ENGAGING: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

The crimson blade shot to life, and the Sith made his move amidst the broken ground.

There was a pull of the Force leading to the blade, and Connor dug his rear foot down and arched his body to the side for the Sith to glance his armour with, sending a spark across the torso as his blade was now facing down. That would have been a nasty wound had he not come suited for a battle like this.

With the momentum of the pull, Connor hop-skipped off the ground with his foot and aimed to meet the Sith head on; literally in such close-quarter combat which he thrived on with a well-aimed head-butt to the brow. The intent would be to do damage – to break the nose, or disorientate, or send them sprawling back – anything to keep the pressure on and the attack strong.

It had worked with Matsu Xiangu; the close quarters often led to quick thinking but aggressive combat that left little room for elegance or trickery.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

Connor Harrison had rooted his foot and leaned to the side away from the horizontal slash. An easy thing to dodge, but a glancing strike none the same. An eidetic memory allowed him to remember where he had struck directly. He'd remember it. A weakened point, no doubt. The information was filed away into his mind.

But since he had leaned to the side and rooted himself against the Force pull, when he hop-skipped away to headbutt Athyssius, both of their heads would've struck each other. Instead, his head was tilted to the side, and he was seemingly being sent sprawling back across the sand dunes. Almost, had the headbutt clocked him, but the Master had lost his own potential momentum by avoiding the horizontal slash from earlier. Close quarters was fast paced, little time for actual thought.

Experience and instincts reigned here.

And he had wounded up on his back, the headbutt had missed, but that momentum had still knocked him off balance and to the ground.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ALLIES: Silver Jedi on Korriban
ENEMIES: Sith on Korriban
ENGAGING: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

It wasn’t a clean strike, but it was a strike, and Connor felt little in his armoured visor. As the Sith fell back, Connor quickly reached up and killed the enhanced vision from the LED HUD eyes, and they returned to normal.

Connor shot out his left hand with a weighed Force amplification in order to root the Sith to the ground. This was a confrontation born out of nothing but necessity; it was the Jedi or the Sith who would walk from this.

Without waiting or goading or sending a final quip his way, Connor span the hilt in his right hand so the emitter faced down to bring the blue blade down upon the Sith for a killing strike through the chest.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

Athyssius's lightsabre hilt was still in his hand. When he turned that button on, that beam was locked. There was no turning it off until he pressed that button again. When his back had touched the ground, he hadn't touched that button, the dark blue beam of his lightsabre hadn't gone out.

When the Jedi Master clearly intended to plunge his blade through the Sith Lord, there were a few things he could, but he was going to stick with what he had done many times in the past. Numerous times when he had first become a Decanii, or rather, a Sith Knight under Orcus, the first time showcasing his advanced abilities when fighting NIkias on Bespin, at the luxury city Cloud Nine. And even when he had cut him down on Ruusan, near the heart of the Dark Sided nexus.

He didn't need to move to do it.

Raw Force energy was just released from his body in a powerful repulse.

Sand whipped away from him, at speeds capable of ripping apart corneas and blinding someone if they didn't cover their eyes. His first time using the ability was years ago. A fresh Knight. He was a Sith Master now. Experienced, powerful. He had slain his own Master and had taken his place. He had practically lived within the nexus on Ruusan. He didn't doubt that in some way it must've imprinted a lasting touch upon him.

The strike that would've otherwise gone through the phrik plates of his armour, was stopped, the Force repulse strong enough throw both lightsabre and Jedi Master away from him.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ALLIES: Silver Jedi on Korriban
ENEMIES: Sith on Korriban
ENGAGING: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

The blade seemed to contort and suddenly he witnessed another example of that raw Dark Side energy Matsu has used in their duel on Ruusan. Connor turned his head and raised his hand to protect the visor but lost the hilt in the swirl of energy. He fell back a good few feet, turning to see the Sith rising.

He called the hilt back to his hand and decided to continue the onslaught of getting close to keep the attacks contained. The blue blade emitted again and Connor walked forward as close as he could get; no gimmicks, just out for a strike and lunge to wear the foe down.

He aimed to go in low, but then high and have the Sith parry, block and duck and push out to defend himself waiting for that moment to take the upper-hand. A trio of fighters flew overhead into a battle further down the dunes.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

The Jedi Master was sent away from him.

Athyssius rose to his feet, blue lightsabre still ignited. The Jedi came to him.

If the man thought that Athyssius was going to forfeit ground however, he was mistaken. He stood his ground there. A lunge was met with a lean to the side to the side, a high strike was rewarded with an instant deflection to the side and to the ground to unbalance the Jedi. He was a few inches taller to the Jedi, he'd use that to his advantage.

The dark blue lightsabre in his left palm came down from a overhead slash upon the Jedi Master.

In the same instant while the Jedi's attention should've been pulled elsewhere, there was a force enhanced kick to his knee with the heel of his foot, he was flexible enough to just push it to his limits to get the necessary angle, and his foot shot outwards to Connor's knee, threatening to buckle it underneath him. Enhancing himself physically was his forte. When it came to combat, such as this, there was no single weapon. When you were a Jedi or a Sith, you always had a weapon.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: Silver Jedi Outpost; Korriban
ALLIES: Silver Jedi on Korriban
ENEMIES: Sith on Korriban
ENGAGING: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

The Sith was fast, and stood his ground – an admirable yet foolish quality. It was clear this Sith was more than just a warlord; he was a combatant and had been trained as one rather than just a monster.

The swipes were evaded, the plasma blades sparking as they deflected and the orbs of light shooting out from the pair.

And then there was a shift in momentum; Connor stopped a wild swing at the same time an enhanced kick came out. It connected. Connor jolted a little, but the weight of the armour stopped it from connecting right to the muscle and dropping him down.

Their blades locked, Connor looked up the Sith and shook his head, a small curl of the lip visible.

With his right hand coming off the hilt, the Jedi opened his hand and took the high-energy emission from their blades and accelerate them with the Force to form a wild and erratic ball of fire he drew from the air and shot it out with his hand to aim for the Sith’s throat – a burning grip that would engulf him and allow Connor to pummel him down.

 

[Lief]

PLANET: Elom
OBJECTIVE: Get to The Judgement unscathed
PERSONAL OBJECTIVE: Relive the Past. Redeem Oneself
TOTAL POSTS: 10/38
PERSONAL POSTS: 5/38

ALLIES: [member='Thurion Heavenshield'] [member='Thyrian Hearthfire']
ENEMIES: Her Past; Impending Danger of Sithlings; Child Incoming!

So much was happening all at once that Kära felt as though the whole ship was spinning. Even when her feet were firmly set against the ground she had to keep a hold of his arm just to stop herself from staggering. Breathe... He was telling her to breathe.

Then out of nowhere she was looking up at the ceiling, though the surface against her back felt more comfortable than the durasteel ground. It had been so very long since she'd experienced this; Force, Mysa was practically an adult in her own right now!

"Thyrian..." she muttered, as she held Thurion's hand as tightly as she could as did her best to follow his breathing. Had this been any other situation the sight of her childhood friend inhaling and exhaling in such a pronounced fashion might have brought even this Ice Queen to her knees with laughter.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Ziost
Allies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | @Onley Xiangu | @Darth Vizios
Enemies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Tricia"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | @Gir Quee



He was bored. Like normal.

To be fair, there was many things he could do to cure this boredom, from his own personal projects to doing some more work for his home, but there was another thing too. He had been on Ziost for... honestly small reasons. He was curious about it, and had found a chance to study the planet while shadowing a certain Jedi Master, walking around behind Coci like some guard. Granted he was likely the least threatening person in this place, his outward appearance that of a researcher rather than a force user what with his sabers hidden up his sleeves (quite literally) and his belt only containing seeds.

There was one more than noticeable feature of his standing there, and that was a crystal that was secured in a pocket placed at his breast. It was place there out of habit but also as a nod to the name he had given the crystal. A Gardener's Heart, the gem highly important for the coming events as he raised a brow at hearing a general message. It extended his presence in the force beyond his capabilities to hide, so he rarely bothered wasting the effort and moved about with what was essentially a battery and amplifier strapped to him at all times.

He remained silent though, letting the Jedi handle their little infestation. But his mind was drawn to the fact of that Sith wanting to talk rather than strike, a fact that made him interested and curious about the situation and how it might play out, so much so that he continued to follow the master Jedi without words or thoughts coming from him, at least outwardly. Inside he and the Ashlan companion he carried around with him were exchanging thoughts and remembering the area around them.

The choice to talk intrigued him, considering the Sith's normal reaction to Jedi and how to challenge them. It was somewhat amusing to see one of them wanting to talk but at the same time it felt like a trap all through him and to his core. His hands reaching up and taking the glasses from his face while he walked, watching the two infront of him while keeping track of the movement of others. Again that bit of worry and caution in his mind started to bubble up but it was the Silver Jedi's choice to meet so he let it be, continuing to follow around like that little harmless researching assistant, who was busy recording things on a datapad he was carrying.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Location: Regrouping in Korriban space
Objective: Follow the Sith Fleet
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"] :: [member="Aisha Marc"] :: [member="Reshmar"] :: Order of the Silver Jedi (et al.)
Enemies: Sith Fleeters

As quickly as they had come, the Sith fleet departed. A rousing cheer split over the comms, squealing feedback and making the Jedi padawan wince in his pilot seat. Despite the fighting still happening down on the planet, his fellow pilots were celebrating as if the day was won. For their part, it might have been, only...Jerek could feel it wasn't. A few stragglers remained on scopes, but the bulk of the fleet was gone. Gone where?

The din of comm noise faded out to the background as Jerek sat quietly, his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, working even as the fighter hurtled through the Korriban system on autopilot with his squadron. Their victory didn't feel right, even if the Silver Jedi were quick to clean up the forces on Korriban, a sudden Sith incursion easily bested was not exactly the way history usually wrote about such things. There was always a ploy, a feint, a distraction. Something else going on than what was on the surface.

Some would call Jerek wise for figuring that out, some simply studious. At the moment, Jerek felt rather helpless. Even with the feeling he had, there was no knowledge or evidence to back it up. Not even a good guess. Just a feeling with—

"Commander, we have contacts at Athiss, Ziost, Korriban and well Thule is outside the Caldera. Send what reinforcements can be brought there to prevent more ships from getting in. We will coordinate within the Caldera and subdue problems there first."

The comm message, a relay from the Corellian Digital ships in the system, was finished with an addendum about the MC42 Nadesico's hangar bays.

Suddenly, Jerek felt a warmth spread across his body as the pit in his stomach eased. He was vindicated in his feelings, as bittersweet as that knowledge was. Korriban was only the beginning, the entire Caldera was under attack by the Sith. His heart raced as the fear threatened to consume him, multiplied by the feelings of the squadron as a whole. He among them was the Jedi, though, and could calm himself with the life-long lessons he had been taught. Calm, not anxiety, not satisfaction, not anger, would be the way to get through the day.

As expected, Nexu Leader directed his and all the other squadrons to land in Nadesico's bay. When they were landed and secured, Jerek watched from the roof of his fighter as the scene outside the bay's energy shield glimmered and swirled in the vortex of hyperspace.

 

[Munin]

Korriban
Southside Transceiver

Slicing wasn’t really about talent. A lot of people said it was, but at a certain point you started to hit diminishing returns. The truth was that no matter how good of a slicer you were, you’d never be as good as a machine. Machines were just...better. They could move faster, react faster, and do pretty much everything faster than any organic could ever hope to.

Well unless they had the force.

He maintained that what Spark did wasn’t really slicing, it was more like...manipulating the game board, like adding an additional street onto Galactic Monopoly rather than actually playing the game by the rules set out. Sure Munin would do the same in a heartbeat if he could, but that didn’t mean he thought it was fair.

Either way though, Munin did not have the force, and thus once he made his way into the tower he had no choice but to do things the old fashioned way. The door closed behind him and in one swift motion the Information Broker removed the foldable datapad from his backpack. He pulled the device free and placed it on one of the small metal shelves within the console. The inside of the tower wasn’t much more than a bunch of wires and a single interface for basic diagnostics, but Munin didn’t need much more.

He pulled a wire free from his pack along with a small knife.

Slicing through the control panel’s connectors Munin quickly spliced the two wires together, fashioning them into an intertwined braid and then plugging in his Datapad. He smiled slightly and powered the device on, waiting for a second and then smiling as the screen lit up and a new connection popped open. ”Easy.”

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Location: Resolute-class Cruiser - Enroute to Caldera
Objective: Reinforce SJO
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"]

Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Grimoire"] [member="Darth Raxis"]

"ETA to the caldera Captain", asked Reshmar as he watched thestar liness of hyperspace pass by outside the glasteel view port. The small formation had been thrown together at the last minute from the forces massed at mon cala.

"Forty five minutes sir. We will drop out on the edge of the region near Rhelg." said the captain of the newly commissioned Resolute-class Cruiser Mon Jortan She was the third of the new class of multi-role cruiser to launch from the yards on Mon Cala, and had been slotted for deployment to the caldera area anyway. Now her and her escorts were speeding towards the area to assist the forces besieged there.

"Very well captain I will be taking dinner in my quarters before we get in theater" said Reshmar as he stood and walked away from his command couch towards the lift. The captain saluted and nodded at him as he walked past and out of the bridge. The Intel they had when they left was very limited. Data coming out of the area was vague and what little was confirmed seemed to contradict. He hope once they had arrived more solid intel would be available, but he would not hold his breath.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Paladin, in hyperspace en route to Zoist
Objective: Link up with [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"]'s forces / Coordinate Directorate forces within the Caldera
Allies: [member="Reshmar"], [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Aisha Marc"] | [member="Rozalyne Kurganova"] | [member="Tricia"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Niysha"]

"We should have seen this coming," mused Gir, staring at the holo-map of the Caldera, "as dead and worthless as many of their ancestral worlds seem to us, they continue to appear to have value for the Sith and various cultists."

Rummolo cocked his head to the side, "It would seem that way, but isn't that an argument that we are culturally ignorant? There must be some value to them if people are willing to fight for them..."

"Perhaps," snorted the blonde man, "but perhaps that is one of the reasons why we are here in the first place. Whatever there is of value here, the Silver Jedi have come to see as worth protecting, and we shall follow in their footsteps."

The feathery voice of the young brunette manning the communication's console called out to him.

"The Coromant reports that they have just arrived in the Ch'hodos system, sir."

"Thank you," said Gir, "let Captain Donovan know to inform me if Captain Jorman continues to be difficult about being under his command."

"Yes sir."

"Are you certain it is such a good idea to concentrate forces on Ch'hodos instead of somewhere more central, like Ashas Ree?"

"With Admiral Reshmar's fleet arriving in the southeast quadrant, I think Ch'hodos is more strategically important. Though I would agree that Ashas Ree would be a convenient location if we were planning to quash a long-term, low-level insurgency...but this phase is too acute for that...at least until we fully understand our enemies' intent and resources. The more forces that we can gather to hold that intersection, the better..."