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

[Gir Quee]

Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, Dromund System
Objective: Explore the Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Currently none

[4/38]

Gir entered the ship's curving corridors to weave in and out of the ship's dawdling passengers. Most of the colonists seemed to be hardy miners and their families; stout folk used to a hardscrabble life on the Rim. Yet occasionally Gir could pick out individuals among them who did not fit that profile. The neimoidian with ornate robes of black and the young lanky man with the stiff accent of Eriadu, core world of the core worlds. He had to wonder how they had ended up in Jace's endeavor, and if they knew what they were really getting into. Gir slipped past a grim-faced miner discussing what a miner's horror was to his son and another youth before he arrived at Jaces's cabin. He lightly rapped against the door, until it slid open to reveal the silver protocol droid he had seen earlier.

"Captain Quee, please do come in."

The droid shuffled to the side, admitting Gir into the tycoon's cabin. Most of the colony corvette's space as made up of massive, modularly constructed holds that could be divided into semi-private rooms with thin-plas curtains or pre-built plasticene dividers, but not the Jaces's cabin. Instead, the man had finagled his way into obtaining the crew's recreational area for his own use. Pre-fabricated cots and the prospector's own old office furniture sprang up around the holo-game tables and mini-bar. Gir's eyes briefly wandered to settle on Mister Jace's form reclining on a cot. The man's glazed eyes rose up from the datapad to meet Gir's gaze.

"Ah, Captain Quee," said Noa, sitting up, "I am afraid the shipyard owners were not of much use in my search. But I have every bit of confidence that you will be able to safely see us to our destination."

"Thank you."

"Please, take a seat anywhere you like. It is nice to finally be able to talk to you in private, well...excepting the droid of course. But he's very good at keeping such discussions confidential."

"Your wife is away?" asked Gir, looking around the room.

"She is in the ship's communication's chamber, talking to her family back home."

"I see. What is it that you wished to talk to me about?"

"You are a man who knows charts I imagine. To that end, you must have seen how old the charts I have obtained to you were."

"I have."

"I intentionally provided you with an incorrect route and location for our destination."

Gir blinked, "Come again?"

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Malachor V, Trayus Academy
Objective: Exploration and information gathering
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: N/A
Post: 6/38

This was less a room and more a corridor, again, not overly wide but it was long enough that the sensors didn't detect the end of it from the entrance. Again this looked to be a simple walk down the center unless something interesting was spotted during the scans. A long walk from the looks of it to make sure no details were missed. Admittedly he felt more than a little bad for those who had come before him to explore, loot, or salvage. The sensor systems he had were military grade and he doubted most archaeologists had carried such advanced scanning equipment back then. It would certainly have been far bulkier than what he had and that was just to match the power output. Again, nothing exciting thus far, but he was only about a third of the way through the corridor and had been walking for...wait, how long HAD he been walking? He knew he had been in here for quite a few hours at least. The temple that was, not this room only. But it felt as though he had been in here for far longer than he would have thought.

Checking the chrono on his HUD showed he had been in here about 20 minutes thus far. So to map everything well should take about an hour or so if he maintained his pace. Another 40 minutes he could live with. Why had it felt so much longer though? Was he truly that fatigued? No, physically he felt fine. Mentally he was still having to keep his mind off of darker thoughts, even though he found that becoming harder as time went on. He had to be nearing the core. That would be his last stop. It was close though, tantalizingly so. To be so close to such a font of power, feeling the rush of a nexus' worth of energy flowing through his body. Now it made sense why so many had fallen here. It showed exactly what being filled with the darkness felt like, what every Sith strove for. Truly the power here felt unlimited. Doubts started to form in his mind as to whether he could manage to stay on the path he walked if he entered the core, he had already chosen a path that was razor thin. He had flirted with the darkness many times, had used such emotions as anger and rage to protect others, had used them to kill for his own survival. This was why he didn't feel completely out of place here. The Dark was not his ally, nor was it his enemy. It simply was a part of the natural order of all things.

While he worked on waylaying the doubts that arose, he finished the scans of this corridor and made his way to the door in the right side wall, near the end. This opened into a very wide and long room. This was what he had expected to see when he was on his way here. This was going to take a good few hours to map completely and he would likely need to rest and refocus again as he did so. Taking a left from the entrance he started to make his way around, mapping as much as he could, reaching the far end after a good walk, he took a few steps away from the left wall and started to head back towards the entrance. This was the pattern he would repeat to make sure that he covered the entirety of the massive room. It took a good while before he had finished his work, but the next room that greeted him was thankfully a bit shorter it seemed. About two thirds the length of the last one. Still it took a long while to map, but still no archives of any sort to be found. He sighed as he reached the exit of this room, it opened into a far larger area.

This was going to be a really long walk, but it seemed to be much greater in size than most previous areas with the exception perhaps of the entry hall. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he worked his way through here. The darkness pressed in from all sides, the whispers of temptation began to grow louder, the voices more defined. Flashes of memories, many the same from Korriban began to surface, more vivid though, or were the memories even? He was sure some of them were, but ther had to be parts that were distorted by the academy he found himself in. As he neared the center of the room, he could feel an impression left long before...it started as flashes of emotions, before becoming more focused and detailed as he neared its epicenter. Hatred, anger,pain...overwhelmingly pressed in from all sides. Kurayami made a mistake when he closed his eyes to push back against this intrusion. As soon as he had he felt as though he were watching a holovid. Herein was the room where Sion, Lord of Hatred had fallen. More exactly this was the room he had drawn his final breath and death finally claimed him for good. The whole confrontation played out in front of him, as though he had been right there. It was a powerful scene to behold, but he could not simply stay and dissect everything he saw right now. He had to finish what he came here to do. Pushing onward he worked his way through the rest of the room. Two doors lead out of here. One opposite where he had entered and one at the top. He would first go through the one opposite the place he had entered from.

As soon as he did a weight felt as though it had been lifted from him, though the darkness still pushed against him, it was not nearly as strong as it had been in the former room. He knew though that he would have to make his way to the other door, the one at the top of the room he had just left. The room he found himself in currently was wider than the ones on the opposite side, and seemed just as long. Why this was he had no idea, but it was of no true consequence. He pushed onward and through the next room, this decision would lead into the proving grounds. That meant a far greater amount of time before reaching the core. But after his experience in the room where Sion gave in to death, he was oddly okay with that thought.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Elom, Saak'ak wreck
Objective: Exploration and information gathering
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 13/38

Now that the trio was on the bridge of the Saak'ak (presumably) they began combing the bridge in search for the identification transponders of the Saak'ak (or so they hoped) and they find powered-down control consoles that have seen better days, the aged commanding officer chair on which Daultay Dofine sat, and later Nap Lagard post-Naboo. And they had to stay in the centrisphere: a snowstorm was brewing outside and the wreckage of the Confederate ship so they have to comb the identification transponder. Usually they are hidden under some control console or perhaps underneath the captain's seat. The hands of all three ladies were freezing, they need somewhere to reheat their hands. Hopefully the data discs they collect from the bridge will convince them that the Lucrehulk is worth their while in terms of attempting to rebuild it. To today's standards and to new technology. Charzon looked underneath the captain's seat for more clues pertaining to the Saak'ak's predicament and found a crate asd well as a worn-down transponder.

"Found the transponder! And with it a crate full of data discs!"

"Let me check with Kadabra whether it actually is an identification transponder" Marcia said, before flashing her datapad with Kadabra on it. "It seems that it is actually the case"

"Now to get out of here!"

"Roger, roger"

 

[Dune Rhur]

ODCC, Ziost
3/??

Attempting to hotwire the front doors of the ostensible main building proved less successful. It'd resulted in a shower of sparks as it shorted out to the Bith's annoyance. He liked to do things in a neat and tidy fashion. Now, he'd had to carve a hole with his lightsaber.

The door could be repaired, of course, but that was besides the point. He'd shrugged and walked through with blade poised. The Bith's vigilance quickly proved to be justified. Several turrets opened fire as he made he way through the hole.

His lightsaber quickly redirected the shots back at their source. The cacophony returned to eerie silence in mere moments. Dune extinguished his blade, the hum out of place in the tomb-like silence. He walked over to a semi-circular station in the middle of the foyer.

An ancient data terminal, dusty but otherwise unharmed on first appearance. The chill, dry air had the effect of preserving electronics as it did for organic tissue. He stood before the monitor and hit the power switch. Dune smiled in satisfaction as it began the slow, laborious process of booting.

The old station was absurdly slow by modern standards, but finally it loaded. It settled on a screen demanding a username and password. Dune sighed in exasperation as he drew out a data spike from an inner pocket. "Trust a Sith to be paranoid even at a reception desk," he muttered.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, Dromund System
Objective: Explore the Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Currently none

[5/38]

"I realize that this was probably an unconventional choice..."

Gir blinked as he tried to piece together what exactly was happening. At first, Gir thought that he had misheard the man. When it appeared to the Hast native that he had not misheard him, he thought it may have been an accident. But this last sentence made it clear to him that it was a deliberate choice. Gir stared hard into the man's eyes, trying to see if there was any malice behind the deception. The other man's speech briefly faltered as he noted Gir's almost intrusive gaze. Noa's mouth briefly quivered.

"You are not happy about this, I know," said the tycoon, straightening up, "and I do not blame you. However, I was not so sure at first that I could trust your people not to leak out the information to our destination. As you know, there appears to be people interested in disrupting this project. I have chosen to keep the real route secret until now."

The man produced a datacard and handed it over to Gir.

"How much of this is different?" said Gir, looking over the card.

"Everything after the Jaguada system."

"That is where you were ambushed."

He sagely nodded, "Whoever is chasing me knew that we would be there, so I assumed that they had knowledge of the course up until that point."

"But that doesn't necessarily rule out that they had knowledge of the entire route, does it?"

"That is why I have decided to give you the route," said Noa, slowly rising up from his chair, "Jen was against it, but I do not feel that deceiving you until the last moment is in my best interest."

"How does this affect our planned fuel and consumables expenditures?"

"We will fall short by a day or two based on my droid's calculations," started Noa, "but I planned for that."

"You have arranged a resupply then?"

He nodded, "I have arranged for the necessary supplies to be ready for pickup on Jaguanda."

"That's a bit of risk given that your first ship was attacked there."

"I know," revealed the man, "but it is a risk I am wiling to take. I do not think that I am facing mere pirates. I am facing someone with more acumen who likes to play mind games, I imagine."

"You have an idea behind the attackers then?"

"A couple," admitted the tycoon, "a man in position develops enemies naturally, but I don't have the proof yet to act in order to counter them."

"I see."

"Do not concern yourself with that though, captain," said Noa, clasping a hand on Gir's shoulder, "if you get everyone to our destination in relatively one piece, your part in this will be more than complete."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Ajira Cardei"]


Lady Cardei,

Some new intelligence may change your mind. By correlating a variety of sources, I believe I've identified the exact ship classes whose licenses Firemane withdrew from the OSJ, and obtained a clearer picture of their remaining naval assets. As we speculated before, the latter comes down to old Levantine Sanctum vessels and little else.

Firemane withdrew licenses for two corvettes, two frigates, one cruiser, one heavy cruiser, and two Star Destroyers (full list appended). I believe we can make a very strong pitch in the frigate and corvette ranges. My sources in the Asobi system suggest that Sasori is focusing on rushing through ships of the line and potentially neglecting the 100-400m scene. Within that range, the OSJ can depend on the 325m Meltemi-class (a heavily armed patrol model) and the 400m Peregrine-class (an extremely quick, high-capacity pocket carrier), both from Silk Holdings.

Within that range, the OSJ lost the use of the 150m Frontier-class corvette, the 125m Fulminatus-class corvette, the 300m Vigilance-class frigate, and the 300m Guardian-class frigate. So far as we can determine, the loss of the Frontier and the Guardian leaves the OSJ without any functional escort vessel whatsoever. As your target audience is composed of laymen, you may have to emphasize the 'rock-paper-scissors' nature of fleet combat, and the crucial role of a <400m escort specced to handle interceptors, starfighters, bombers, warhead swarms, and gunships. This is a fundamental mission profile in any modern fleet composition, and the OSJ, so far as we can determine, has no ship that can fill this role. I strongly recommend pushing the pitch to include our in-development flak escort project based on the 150m K-type spaceframe.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Lady Shambleau"],

You're right - the Handmaiden Heavy Escort project fits that niche perfectly. I would have thought, given relative experience of shipwrights, the escort scale would have been locked down by now. Your analysis puts several elements in a new light.

We initially designed the Handmaiden as Naboo's contribution to the Galactic Alliance fleets that defend our system. It's quite a good escort for its niche. In terms of defensive-emplacement-to-length ratios, it has the advantage over the excellent Tenloss MK1 and MK2 Azalus flak frigates that inspired the Handmaiden project in the first place. It seems we've loosely modeled the targeting systems and their ECCM capabilities after the One Sith's excellent Bastion unit. The inclusion of SIARC probes, even in small numbers, lets it detect and flush out ambushes in advance. I can work with these elements.

For your information, I've spoken with Director Lord Marbriy in Yard Logistics, and he assures me that we have the slip space to numerically double the first wave of Handmaiden-class vessels, should our proposal meet with OSJ approval. I've attached the amended production schedule for your reference.

 

[Dune Rhur]

ODCC, Ziost
4/??

Slicing into the old system had proven to be interesting. The security system wasn't especially sophisticated by modern standards. But it was something the Bith hadn't actually ever dealt with before. Old Republic systems were different in every way they could possibly be.

This particular system was clunky and slow. Yet it was quite secure by the standards of the time. Further evidence of the general paranoia. It wasn't without reason in a society where your castle was built on a foundation of corpses.

Some minutes later he'd found what he was looking for. A floor plan with the mainframe terminals' room demarcated. Of course he couldn't access it from the foyer. Being able to do that would've been just stupid and the Sith were rarely that.

So it was off he went after loading the building holomap to his comm. Dune could still feel that sensation of being watched. It took all of his training not to panic. Still he held his unlit lightsaber hilt in his right hand in readiness.

"At least I'm out of the wind," he muttered and even that low utterance seemed like the silence swallowed his voice. His sensitive ears easily picked up the soft sound of his own boots. He suspected even a human might be able to register that low sound here. The building even smelled ancient.

Dust and old alloy with ancient industrial products. Smells clung to old things over time such as old books. It settled in the pores and seams of things. No one had been around to clean for who knew how long and so it had built up.

Turrets mounted on ceilings didn't seem to be active past the foyer. Dune wasn't sure if it had more to do with the workmanship or just dumb luck. He wasn't prepared to question it too much. Finally a right turn brought him before the mainframe room.

Of course a pinpad with an especially sinister looking pair of auto turrets awaited him. He could hear the faint whir as they came to life. The Bith braced himself for an attack as he darted behind a wall. None came and a moment later he cautiously peeked around the corner.

The guns were trained on him but did not fire. Perhaps they would only open up on someone who tried illegal intrusion. So he decided to test that theory by quickly darting into view. The Jedi was ready to call on the Force for a quick burst of speed to safety.

Nothing happened except the faint whir as they continued to track him. His theory was apparently correct and he cautiously stepped forward. Now at the pad he let out a breath. Dune turned his attention to the system as he drew out his comm link.

 

[Lief]

PLANET: Elom
OBJECTIVE: A'driannamieq Mountains: Diplomatic missions to meet the locals of the planet and bring them into the Sanctum. Solving problems for them, winning hearts and minds.
PERSONAL OBJECTIVE: Remove the Ranphyx
TOTAL POSTS: 8/38
PERSONAL POSTS: 3/38

ALLIES: The Elom | [member='Tyyni Oluja']
ENEMIES: Ranphyx Pack

Out of nowhere there was another presence aiding her mental ruminations. That small amount of support, the boost, was enough to tip them over the edge, and the Alpha lowered down with a slight whimper.

The Chieftain practically cried with relief, his body still shielding countless Elom - youngsters, oldsters, men, women, he'd have lain down his life to save them if necessary... Mysa couldn't help but wonder how many other leaders could say the same. Sure, Papas [member='Thyrian Hearthfire'] and [member='Thurion Heavenshield'] would, but Mysa put that more down to their Valkyri blood.

Then again, they had been raised away from Midvinter. Huh, curious.

Her thoughts were snapped back to reality as one of the younger Ranphyx leaped toward her new found ally. Around them were dead Ranphyx, a couple of dead Elom, and younger Jedi brandishing sabers. Mysa felt the loss of life on a personal level, but she realized that right now there were more important things to worry about. Like ensuring there would be no more deaths.

Thankfully the young Hutt seemed to have all the calm of a steady lake, moving out of the way and giving the cub just enough of a taste of what a lightsaber could do without any serious injury.

With the Alpha down though, and beginning to prowl from the cave, most of the others were following suit. "Let them go" Mysa said, though deep down she knew that it wouldn't stop future attacks. Still, slaughtering them all was not the answer. "And help their injured."

She turned her attention to the Chieftain, who looked somewhat perplexed. "Lets see to your people, Sir, I'm sorry for those you have lost, truly I am..."

Her gaze shifted to the Hutt, and she gave him one sharp nod of greeting. "Thanks for the help back there, you were just what we needed." Sometimes right time right place really was the best saying.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Elom, Saak'ak wreck
Objective: Exploration and information gathering
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 14/38

Flying broomsticks in a snowstorm, the trio returns to their ship with Charzon having the transponder in tow, while Marcia carried the box filled with data discs. It was surprising how Marcia's navigational equipment allowed them to find their way back to the ship the way NFUs would. For some reason, while they all knew it was going to be a search for components inside a Lucehulk-class battleship (that one didn't serve as a Droid Control Ship, that much was clear, especially since Clone Wars-era B1-2 droids were designed to operate without the need for a DCS, even though they tended to forget about enemies when they leave visual range) and maybe schematics. Jessica was ecstatic, she was about to find out what happened to sucha historically significant ship. Even though its historical significance is mostly about how it once served as the Trade Federation flagship, before being relegated to being a sector flagship after the Malevolence was in service. Not that the Confederacy didn't trust the TF, just that it was inadequate. Because it was a run-of-the-mill battleship.

"We'll soon find out whether we actually got into the Saak'ak for its transponder"

"Don't dismiss the content of these data discs: we have nothing to lose by inspecting them"

"I'll take the transponder, you go with combing the content of these data discs" Charzon told the ladies.

"Roger, roger"

 

[Undin Jaii Kryze]

LOCATION: Malachor V
OBJECTIVE: Shadow Temple.
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: Fashionist.


ALLIES: Silver Jedi, Matsu Ike, Claire Ouron
ENEMIES: Darth Traya (Celiana), Darth Nihilus (Ar'ekk) Darth Sion (Rasu Gan)

POSTS: 4/38

Everything happened so quickly has they entered the Shadow Temple. The shaking, Master's orders, a presence he felt. Actually, correct that to presences. Undin had felt various dark presences as they entered the Temple.Nonetheless, the boy followed Matsu, untill he heard and saw some strange people. As one of them spoke, in a funny language and the building shoke.

The boy fell to the ground and when he lifted his head, he noticed their sabers were ignited. Undin knew not much about Jedi techniques about saying "Hello", but he figured yelling in a strange language and activating sabers were not one of them. He got up and with him his cape helped him fall to the ground aswell as he had his foot on it.

He started getting mad at this point, mad and with fear. Looking over at Matsu, he asked "Who are they?".

 

[Claire Ouron]

Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Shadow Temple:
2nd Objective: Fashion
IC Objective: Take down this wired group.
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Lyth Meran"] @Barinthus E'ron
Enemies: [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Celiana"] @Ar'ekk
Post: 6/38

Claire became very serious when she saw the strange group appear before them, They seemed to be the sources of that creepy feeling Claire had. "Sith or Dark Jedi if I had to guess.. They're not on our side that's for sure..." She said to Undin. She then turned back to the group of what she assumed to be dark siders. "I don't suppose you'll let us leave?" She expected the answer to be "No" but it was worth a shot right?

 

[Matsu Ike]

Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Shadow Temple
Secondary Objective: Fashionista
Allies: [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"]
Enemies: Darth Traya ([member="Celiana"]), Darth Nihilus ([member="Ar'ekk"]) Darth Sion ([member="rasu Gan"])
Post: 12/38

Matsu was looking at the padawans with her and then at the ones they were finding. She could sense and feel the others when she was standing there and her hand slid the sabers to her hands. Not activated yet but she was focused and ready to work on it before giving more of her attention to Claire. "They are sith spirits, strange ones but they were here int he temple and managed to take over three jedi. You padawans should be abel to handle with your new robes the other two padawans and I'll handle Rasu." Totally not how I would have wanted to handle her but alas time to rumble. "Rasu, we're coming in and if you attack we're going to be forced to defend ourselves."

Matsu was ready and moved in to finally find and see Rasu with the others. Keeping her attention while pointing with her hands holding the saber hilts as she started channeling the force energies. "You two spread out and let us keep them from ganging up on us. Lyth move around and work to stun them or disable their sabers. We have soul snare crystals that will allow you to work on capturing the spirits but be careful with them. Spirits possessing bodies can be a tricky thing to handle and it might scar them if we are not careful." Matsu was waiting as she shifted her hands going itno a stance with one blade hilt forward and one behind her back.

 

[Claire Ouron]

Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Shadow Temple
2nd Objective: Fashion
3rd Objective: Defeat Darth Traya
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] @Undin Jaii Kryze [member="Lyth Meran"]
Enemies: [member="Celiana"] @Ar'ekk [member="Rasu Gan"]
Post 7/38

"Okay.. I've got the lady with the ponytail." Claire said as she approached the woman. She couldn't help but notice that even though she had every reason to be, Claire wasn't scared, in fact she was completely calm. It was probably due to the new robes and her lightsaber crystal, Matsu said they had a calming effect that protected her from the Dark Side. This is good, she'd be able to keep a cool head in the fight this way. "Okay then.." She started speaking to Celiana, "Who are you? I want to know your name before I fight you."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Elom, Saak'ak wreck
Objective: Exploration and information gathering
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 15/38

"This transponder has spoken: it was the Saak'ak we infiltrated. Ladies, any schematics in there? Any information about the end of the Saak'ak?"

"It would appear that some long-departed party has stolen the flight logs: one of the data discs talks about the theft of the flight logs"

"Marcia, long-departed? How long-departed are you talking about, Galactic Civil War? Yuuzhan Vong? First Order? One Sith?" Jessica asked.

"Any clues to narrow down the party?"

"Stormtrooper helmets"

Whatever that was, it only allowed to rule out the Yuuzhan Vong. The most likely parties are the Galactic Empire and the First Order, in that order. The Saak'ak being a symbol of the Trade Federation and, later the Confederacy, it was a juicy target for the Empire or the First Order, but the One Sith harbored no real bad feelings towards the CIS or the TF, and neither had the Yuuzhan Vong. To Jessica, in the context of long-departed factions, the One Sith has come to mean the ca. 130-137 ABY incarnation, and not the one that just collapsed weeks ago. Charzon wouldn't care about who stole the flight logs anymore, so they proceeded to view the other data discs left behind in that cache. Clearly said data discs are much more recent than a data disc dating back to the Separatist Holdouts. These ladies wondered how could so many data discs from various eras could come into their possession, probably some archaeology and anthropology team left them behind for reasons unknown. The only way to find out, though, would be to comb these data discs one by one.

"Just as I've thought... the Empire"

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Daragon-class Colony Corvette Shadow Runner, somewhere in the Stygian Caldera
Objective: Explore the Caldera
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Currently none

[6/38]

Gir nodded in acknowledgement of the man's statement. As true as his statement was, it wasn't a very useful to Gir. He would have liked to ask the man more information about his potential enemies, but Gir was beginning to wonder if he actually had a faint clue as to who that was. But that does explain why he was willing to purchase the Shadow Runner, and why he asked me to specifically captain it with a crew of my choosing. He is being very particular in his setup. Almost like a chess master. Gir filed that thought away as he realized that Noa was looking at him intently.

"Is there anything else Mister Jace?"

The other man hesitated, "No....not for the moment."

"I am going to guess that you would prefer me to keep this information secret," said Gir, "but would you be okay with me revealing this to our navigator and the quartermaster droid?"

"I suppose they will find out sooner or later in their duties," murmured Noa, clasping his hands, "but I would like you to keep this as low-key as possible."

"I understand," said Gir, "this is probably politically sensitive to some other members of the project."

He nodded, "Exactly."

 

[Orihime Ike]

Planet: Krayiss Two
Objective: Explore Caldera
Secondary Objective: Fashionista
Allies: Silver Jedi
Post: 13/38

The sounds of the sith that were around her came, Orihime could sense the spirits and her mind went to one place. "We might need more crystals." It was a danger and a problem that they could handle. She had a few tricks up her sleeve as the sigil on her neck gleamed with the force compared to the others and Orihime was prepared to do battle against ancient sith ghosts compared to many of the others. Her hand shook with anticipation while she channeled a little of the force energy into the crystal with a bow of her head prepared to go after them. First moving to the side and surprising one as she focused the force energies through it.

The crystal glowed and gave her what she needed it to. The lightside fo the force channeled through it from the band on her wrist and hand when the one spirit screamed letting out a deafeningly shrill sound before the others with her were using their crystals. On the different spirits before she could feel the one being contained in her own and it was trying to escape. The soul snare crystal was important for containing spirits and trapped them forever, the synthweave of solari allowed them to slowly be drowned in the lightside of the force and the darker they were the more it would weakne and recoil them. She needed to work on it while providing some ideas.

 

[Celiana]

Location: Shadow Temple, Malachor V
Objective: Destroy Jedi Invaders
2nd Objective: Reclaim Myself and Fight Against The Sith
Allies: Darth Sion (Rasu Gan), Darth Nihilus (Ar'ekk)
Enemies: Matsu Ike, Undin Jaii Kryze, Lyth Meran, Claire Ouron
Directly Engaging: (@Claire Ouran)
Post 5/38

Smiling I said, "Asking for my name before a duel, how quaint. Little Jedi don't you know that honor is for the living? You'll have no use for such things by the end of this your corpse will join the thousands of others in this planets core." With that and my control over The Force altered I simply levitated the saberstaff out in front of my left hand and set it spining in an arc of deadly energy as a shield. Then using The Force I disconnected them and set two out to either side.

Leaping forward to close the distance I came into range and flicked my right hand holding the cyan lightsaber. First right towards her neck then back around into a right downwards angle. Curling The Force energy into my left hand I blasted it outwards towards her in a shockwave of energy and then channeled The Force and jumped back behind her. Using The Force I brought the two other sabers into an X behind myself.

The voice entered my head again it said, "Celiana! Rouse yourself and fight this betrayer! Remember, you are a blade of light in the deafening darkness. Remember your love for Aria and the loyalty and trust you have for your Master." I felt myself again for a moment and then The Sith Lord overcame me again.

 

[Claire Ouron]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHVsq7Gz4Io

(This is my first fight so forgive me if I do something stupid.)

Planet: Malachor V
Objective: Defeat Traya.
2nd Objective: Fashion
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] @Undin Jaii Kyrze [member="Lyth Meran"]
Enemies: [member="Celiana"] [member="Rasu Gan"] @Ar'ekk

"Holy-!" Suddenly the jedi turned before her into a blur and appeared before her and swung a cyan colored lightsaber at her. Without thinking Claire drew her own and blocked the two strikes aimed at her, she was not so lucky when it came to the force blast that she took without any way of defending herself from. The young girl went flying across the room and smashed back first into the stone wall behind her, it cracked on impact. "GAHHH!!!" Claire screamed on impact and fell to the ground. Celiana wasn't done yet. She suddenly jumped across the room and was ready to end her, Claire used Force Pull to collect her fallen lightsaber and blocked the incoming attack but now Claire was in a really tight spot. She was pinned on the floor in a saberlock with a much stronger fighter. She wasn't going to win this struggle so she needed a way out. Claire looked around the room hoping that there was some sort of lose object laying around. There, a piece of rubble off to the left, Claire reached out with the force and picked it up. "Catch this witch!" She then yanked it towards the jedi woman.

 

[Celiana]

Location: Shadow Temple, Malachor V
Objective: Destroy Jedi Invaders
2nd Objective: Reclaim Myself and Fight Against The Sith
Allies: Darth Sion (Rasu Gan), Darth Nihilus (Ar'ekk)
Enemies: Matsu Ike, Undin Jaii Kryze, Lyth Meran, Claire Ouron
Directly Engaging: (@Claire Ouran)
Post 6/38

The other padawan was knocked clear back against a pillar. Her response was throwing some free rubble at me and yelling "Take this, witch!" Smiling I said, "Gladly dear." A sinister smile took my face and catching the rubble I absorbed the Force energy behind the blast and closing my left fist I crushed the rubble in the grip of The Force then resized the rubble into much smaller pieces. Flicking my left hand open and to the left I re-channeled her Force energy and added my own behind it turning the debris into rock slugs and firing them at her at slug-thrower speeds.

Keeping her off balance was part of my plan. Now that she'd have to take cover from the multiple projectiles I'd fired I reached out with The Force and threw my Aqua saber out in an arc guiding it back towards her while she sought cover. Moving while I spoke I said, "What's the matter little Jedi? Afraid you won't be able to defeat me? Afraid I'll finish with you and turn my attentions towards your Master or fellow padawan?" I was still moving concealing myself with The Force. Sneaking up behind her I had my Aqua saber keep coming at her in spinning arcs but I'd thrown my second saber and now she'd have two to deal with... Meanwhile I'd deactivated my Cyan saber as I'd begun moving to come up behind her.

The voice entered my mind again and said, "Celiana, stop this now! I didn't give you my saber for no reason. I'll help you fight her off but you HAVE to want her gone. Aria would not approve of this and if you continue doing this you'll be in a place where she won't love you or be able to be around you. She'll leave, Celiana fight dear child! Fight for yourself and fight to keep her love! Fight this manipulation!"

I remembered Aria...then all of sudden she was gone. It hurt but I blocked that away and pushed the voice away again.

OOC: You're fine doll! writing good fights comes with time and practice. but you're doing great