Dominion Tyrants Without Thrones || GA Dominion of Lazerian IV

[Caelan Valoren]

Lazerian IV is a fiercely independent world, having thrived in the years since the fall of the Galactic Empire through expanded trade and the benevolent leadership of House Valoren. Following the overthrow of the Imperial King, the Valoren rulers embraced a less self-serving approach, ushering in an era of stability and prosperity. This newfound wealth attracted immigration from countless species, enriching the planet's culture but also exposing it to unforeseen dangers.

Among the new arrivals were agents of the Obsidian Syndicate, a shadowy organization based far from Lazerian IV. They learned of the valuable Empeth Crystals—powerful gems capable of detecting Force sensitivity—through a trader who sold dead crystals as mere decorations but openly shared their history. Seeing an opportunity for exploitation, the Syndicate devised a cunning plan.

On the infamous Knight of Betrayal, they struck swiftly and decisively. King Alaric and Queen Amara Valoren were assassinated, and while their children narrowly escaped, the Syndicate solidified its control. They secured the military through treachery, eliminating resistance from within, and quickly moved to the Crystal Valley to begin harvesting the priceless crystals.

Now, Lazerian IV is under the iron grip of a ruthless organization that will stop at nothing to maintain its dominion, killing anyone who stands in their way.

Objective 1: Secure the City of Devit

In the centuries since the Imperialists occupied Lazerian, the capital of the Kingdom of Devit was relocated to its namesake city. To maintain control of the city, the Syndicate shut down the military base, confining its remaining loyal members to the barracks at the heart of the base. These soldiers, imprisoned and isolated, are the last untainted remnants of the kingdom’s forces. Freeing them could bolster efforts to reclaim the city and provide pilots to counter airborne threats.

Once a sprawling, vibrant metropolis of interconnected districts, the city is now a shadow of its former self. Known for its peaceful streets and thriving trade, its reliance on imports and exports made it especially vulnerable. Under the Syndicate's oppressive grip, it has become a barren, desolate wasteland. Trash litters the streets, and the once-bustling city is eerily empty, save for the Syndicate's agents who patrol openly, crushing any dissent with ruthless efficiency.

At the heart of the city, a grim spectacle embodies its downfall: the bodies of the king and queen impaled on pikes. They stand as decaying reminders of what was lost, a chilling testament to the Syndicate's dominance.

Objective 2: Fight The Syndicate at Crystal Valley

The Crystal Valley, hidden deep in the wilderness of Lazerian IV, is so remote that most of the planet’s inhabitants are unaware of its existence. Overlooking this secluded expanse is a sprawling royal estate, now repurposed as the Syndicate’s command center. Their initial goal was to harvest the newly matured Empeth Crystals found in the valley—powerful resources capable of detecting Force sensitivity in individuals, a critical asset for expanding their army.

Although most of the crystals have already been mined and transported off-world, a significant number remain buried in the valley. The Syndicate drives enslaved laborers, abducted from nearby villages, to exhaustion as they continue their relentless extraction. Liberating these captives and shutting down the operation is essential to eliminating the Syndicate’s grip on the planet.

Objective 3: Emergency Camp

Nestled far from the cities and largely untouched by the Syndicate lies Doxeti, an ancient city-state that has stood independently for as long as recorded history. In recent times, displaced citizens of the Kingdom of Devit have flocked to its outskirts, overwhelming the city's resources as they desperately seek food, shelter, and medicine. The makeshift encampments surrounding Doxeti are rife with injury and illness, spreading unchecked through the vulnerable population.

Though the refugees are safe from the Syndicate’s reach here, they remain at the mercy of their dire circumstances. Emergency intervention is critical if they are to survive and one day return to their homes.

(BYOO is also an option)​

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
WEAPON: Lightsaber
COMPANION: BD-F8
TAGS: Open

Caelan sat on the transport that descended towards his home world with a face that looked as if it had seen a thousand horrors and lived to tell the tale. His eyes stared at the opposite side of the craft, not at the person sitting there, but practically through them at the wall beyond. His heart was beating more rapidly than normal, no slow, resting pace. Even though he wore his usual robes, he was sweating and not from exertion. Fingers gripped his seat tight enough that metal warped within his hands, his strength amplified.

Months ago, he had been on a ship leaving Lazerian IV. Now he was returning with Jedi training under his belt, and people to help him face those who had killed his parents. But he still felt anxiety about it. He’d heard rumors his twin sister was alive. His mothers Force ghost had told him she was. He still worried he would find her body alongside that of his parents when they landed and retook Devit.

The transport bucked as it entered the atmosphere, but at least it took no fire from below. Whoever it was that had attacked them hadn’t the manpower, or control, to engage the planet's defenses. The cities would still be shielded, they wouldn’t be dumb enough to turn those off, so they would have to enter on foot. He just hoped the enemy, whomever they were, didn’t have a huge army waiting for them. They’d had some of the Kingdom's forces in their grasp before, but surely the entirety of the army hadn’t turned.

They landed with a dull bump, shaking Caelan from his thoughts. He looked around at the others and then stood. To most of them, he was just another Jedi on the mission to liberate Lazerian IV from unknown hostiles. A few of them probably knew that he was the rightful King, of most of the world, but even some of them probably ignored that because of his age, or because they believed his parents weren’t dead. It wasn’t as though he’d had proof of his parents' demise. All he had was the evidence of people hunting him and the utter silence coming from the planet.

As they disembarked, the sounds of burning buildings and battle hit his ears. Clearly there were more enemies present than he’d anticipated. He could see the City of Devit now. It was burning. The Smokes had become the whole city by the sheer number of burning fires. The smell of burning materials hit his nose and he ground his hands into fists, but ignored the smell and marched towards the city, calling his lightsaber to his hand as he did so.

If the people that had attacked his home wanted him so badly, they would have to fight him with all of his friends and the Alliance at his back. They’d have to be stronger more than deceptive. He didn’t think they had that within them. Every attempt on him had required secrecy or stealth. These people moved and fought in the shadows. They were dangerous, sure, but how dangerous they were in direct confrontation remained to be seen. Though he could see as he drew closer, several rows of people clad in red and black armor waited for them just inside of the shield.

He thumbed the activation switch, and a white blade with blue and purple outline sprang forth. It had been a while since the Kingdom had seen lightsabers. It had never seen them in the hands of a ruler, as his mother had given hers up prior to marriage. But now he had come home a Jedi, and he fully intended to defeat those who had taken everything from him, down to the last man. They all had to be rooted out.

“Today I fight for the Kingdom of Devit,” he said to no one in particular. “Today, I retake what was taken from me.”

Even though he hated fighting, he would do it. His people needed him. The lines of warriors, all of them carrying what appeared to be some form of saber sword, all appeared steeped in the Force. This would not be an easy fight, but no fight ever was. If he wanted to free his world, he had to be willing to do what was necessary.

As he passed through the shield, he brought his saber up and charged with those around him at the enemy lines.

“For Devit!”

 

[Jonyna Si]

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TAG: Jack Wright Connel Vanagor OPEN FOR INTERACTION.

The sky above the camps was filled with the sight of Alliance Ships. Three, to be specific. The Dawnbreaker, and it's two escorts. Jonyna stood, wandering the camp looking through her own datapad. From above, smaller ships decended from the three titans, looking to set up shop. Kolto Class Shuttles came down alongside Jonyna's new investment.

She walked over as the Macklunee Class Frieghter came down in front of her, immediately settling in and getting to work. Jonyna looked patiently as she watched the workers turn the freighter from ship, to restaurant. A hot meal for those in need, a solace in the dark of the night.

Jonyna intended to make it so the galaxy still believed in hope. Hope started with a smile.

 

[Phobos]

Doxeti, Objective III
Tags: Open

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Phobos had a natural tendency of wandering. It changed depending on the day, really. Ghosts of a bygone, forgotten life seemed to tug her about to and fro, with no indication that she was even being lead by something tangible. One way or another, the ashspawn had found her way into the cargo hold of a medical shuttle, stowing away aboard a Galactic Alliance relief vessel to a new place. A sad place. The veil of darkness made her feel almost sickly, in a way, her senses on edge. She was not a being made to be exposed to such darkness, but here she was all the same. With a hood over her head, Phobos slipped her way out of her would-be vessel of transit and began to wonder.

The encampments were sad. Dire. They simply broke Phobos' heart, if she even had one to break. She still wasn't sure what she was, or how she worked for that matter. Still, something within ached for the plight of these people. As she shuffled along in a daze, a child stumbled into her, falling over.

"I-I'm sorry!"

The boy was quick to squeak his apologies, but Phobos didn't react in any sort of hostile way. He was hurt, his arm wrapped up in a cast. Broken. The young woman crouched down and extended her hand, letting a small whisp of green flame wrap around and absorb into his wound. At first he was afraid, startled by the false fire, but then he felt warm. Rejuvenated.

"Don't fret," Phobos stated in a soft tone. "Little more than clumsiness. Does your wound feel any better?"

"W-woah... y-you're a healer!" the boy exclaimed.

And then the eyes of others were drawn. When Phobos looked up, a bit of an overwhelmed expression came to her face. It was a line of people, sporting injuries big and small alike. An awkward smile rose on the young woman. It seemed she had stumbled into something a bit more than she was used to.

"Oh my..." she muttered. "I... I suppose I have a lot of work to do..."

Who was she to deny where the echoes in the Force had taken her? The Bendu had told her to follow that voice. So here she was, ready to make her body the vessel of something greater than herself.

Even if she was rather unprepared.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Lazerian IV | OBJECTIVE : ¾ Hybrid | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Jonyna Si | Jack Wright | TAG (FOE) : @

Connel had both Buster and Pip and had both the steward droid and his “training droid” play partner with him to keep them busy and happy. Of course, giving the two plenty of food to keep them fat and happy to the point that they were sound asleep, he could slip outside. He did not want to leave them alone, but the guy had work to do. Connel made sure he was back before they woke up and left them in his quarters with a secure lock on the door. He headed out, determined to get the job done.

I’ll be out there keeping prying eyes away from here.

Parked half way between the city of Doxeti and the crystal caves, he knew that there were slaves out there. Slaves doing the bidding of the Syndicate, this was not the work he was best at, but after “Denon”, he was more and more willing to beat the living tar out of those who would suppress and oppress others. He knew it was the right thing to do and so he steeled himself and set out to confront the Syndicate. He knew that, win or lose, he was standing up for what was right.

Would he confront them directly? No, but Connel was out to get any slaves he could out of there and towards the refugee city.

It was a bit unnerving that he was the only one out here, but that was the life of a Shadow, wasn’t it? Solitary work for the greater good and not individual recognition. It was a job that had to be done and no one else could do it. He accepted the task and set out to do his best. He knew the importance of his work and he was prepared to do it. He was determined to get the job done and make the world a better place. He was willing to take on whatever challenges came his way. He was willing to make the sacrifices necessary to succeed. Of course most of what he was willing to do was against the Code, but that was a part of the work. Then when he sensed someone familiar, he groaned, Diogo Talon , he hoped was smart enough to not try and close in on him. The Shadow did not want a “shadow”.

The Force has a sense of humor, not always good.

Barely outside the city, Connel was in the outskirts of a forest and already a Syndicate patrol was in sight. Time to go to work. Silently, he crawled into a good spot and waited. If they kept going, fine, if they would come back, they would be taken down quickly, efficiently, even “brutally” in some regard.

… oh good… they were coming back…

 

[Yusa Yssah]

Oh my, I'm getting ready for a mission. So, I'm double-checking my gear because heading into an adventure unprepared is a big no-no. I've got everything I need for healing: bandages for little scrapes, adhesive tape that sticks to almost anything, a tranquilizer gun not for fun, of course just in case, bacta that works like magic, antibiotics to keep infections at bay, and even anti-poison in case someone decides it's a good idea to taste-test a local critter.

Of course, I've got my super handy utility belt and my two lightsabers that go vvrrzzzzzzzzt! They're ready to shine and hum if things go south. I've also packed syringes okay, people might get a little freaked out when I pull those out, but they're really useful, so too bad if they go pale. I brought a precision laser and disinfectant that stings just enough to make sure no microbes stand a chance.

Oh, and let's not forget the most important thing: my magic travel bag! It holds my coffee thermos absolutely essential to staying awake and a bunch of little secret items, just in case. And other equipment i needed for healing people. I am not alone for this, i have join recently galactic alliance and jedi order!

So I'm feeling a bit nervous, but honestly, I know it's going to be fine. I've been through plenty of battles before, and when the pressure's on, I get even faster and more precise. Whether it's patching someone up on the spot or, if absolutely necessary, using my lightsabers to protect others, I know I'm ready.

It's always a mix of excitement and nerves before a big operation, but I love it. A new adventure awaits, and Lezarian IV doesn't know what's coming. I'm ready to give it my all, as always!

tag : Open

 

[Diogo Talon]

BYOO?
Connel Vanagor

Before he even recognized the aura, he saw Connel's familiar armor and intricate getup. Especially that helmet/mask thing which Diogo was compelled, against his own wishes, to think was actually kinda cool. There was a certain charm to a man tricked out like that, though Diogo himself wouldn't be caught dead wearing that chit. Too much hair.

The emerald-haired boy, definitely not smart enough to stay away, closed in on him.

"Hey, I'd recognize that bucket anywhere! Remember me, big guy? You 'saved' me on Rishi?" By 'saved' he meant: Connel arrived at the last minute, was very rude, slammed Diogo into the wall, and then gave him a fethin' lecture. Which was definitely not cool.

Diogo quietly crawled next to Connel, hunkering down behind cover. Watching the Syndicate patrol come back around, his jaw clenched. "So, what's the plan, boss-man?"

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Tags: Jonyna Si , Connel Vanagor , Phobos , OPEN)

Rain, rain, come back another day...

Amidst the misery and burgeoning hope, light raindrops patted off the brown hood, a Jedi Knight stepped through the mud, gazing about softly as the refugees started to rise like they were from the grave, with reinforced supplies descending like angels, after years of total torment and turmoil. Frankly, Jack admired their tenacity, surviving in this lowly condition for so long.

Sighing deeply, the young Knight stepped aside when support dropped another crate close by, moving away to provide room, when more refugees flooded in. Just inching close by the edge of the decrepit state, he played the advanced guard; the enemy was sure to come. It was a guarantee.

Absolutely no way these Force-brainwashed thugs would leave them alone. Particularly not with the guardians of the light at present, to and outside the central city.

Sighing intently within shadowed features as he observed the structures being set up to help the need, Jack mentally braced himself for the oncoming, inevitable confrontation. May take a few minutes, or the end of the day, but it was going to happen; there's no escape.

Sharpening his sense to the right, just at the entrance of the mud, dark-thickened forests.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Objective 3
Tags: Open

Shan couldn't believe it. For once, he was itching to get into the city. To deal with the threats that were inside. There was a sickness in the city and it had to be purified and cleansed...but there were better uses for him right now. It was a mental note he'd need to keep however. If he was getting this eager to fight. Maybe a sparring session was going to need to be on the tables...The Mirialan couldn't help but chuckle at that thought. Imagining the reaction from one of the Jedi he knew, if he happened to ask them to spar. None of that was important for now though. Instead he carried supplies through the camp.

Placing down the crate of bandages and anti-bacterial, he turned his attention towards the camp. There was a lot more injuries and wounds here that would require more than just natural healing if they were going to recover quickly. Food and water were going to be a necessity here but from what he knew Jonyna Si had that under control. There was a part of him that wanted to grab a hot meal himself but he had barely gotten his hands dirty. No. He had to get into things more. So Shan closed his eyes, reaching out in the Force to visualise the surroundings. Various little blips of light filling in the darkness. Dull greens, a few pallid yellow alongside some dark reds...

But none of those were what Shan was looking for. The decaying black pulsing through his vision were the target of his interest. The Mirialan made his way towards the source. It was a sick bay. As to be expected. Well, he wouldn't be a very good Doctor-In-Training, nor Jedi Healer if he walked in bare faced, so Shan ruffled around in his bag to pull out a mask before stepping into the sick bay. It was time for him to use the Force to heal some people who desperately needed it.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Caelan Valoren | Open

Like the young prince, Cora had remained quiet during their journey to the surface of Lazerian IV. Where Caelan had fixed his gaze on the wall opposite to him, she had closed her eyes and slipped into a vaguely meditative state.

Though she was not looking, she could feel his stare as it pierced beyond the confines of the transport. She could feel the erratic beating of his heart, and feel the metal plating of the seat warp beneath the intense grip of his fingers.

Caelan Valoren was a young man who'd lived through horrible things. His family and his home had had been taken from him in the most violent manner possible - a terrible tale that might've made him ripe for corruption.

Yet, he stood among the Jedi. Among the Light.

Heavy was the head that would come to wear the crown, and Caelan was young. His determination and drive were as noble as they were worrying. Perhaps Cora's own protectiveness colored her thoughts.

The bumpy ride came to an end with a thud that nearly jostled her from her harness. She quickly worked the steps free, and stepped from the craft.

Smoke and fire filled the cityscape around them. Ahead, the Force thrummed and jolted unnaturally, as if it were trying to escape the confines it had been placed in.

"The Dark," she murmured so low that her voice nearly joined the ash on the wind. "Ashla save them."

Caelan was first through the barrier. Blue blade ignited, she followed on his heels.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The city of Devit loomed ahead, its desolate streets a stark contrast to the vibrant metropolis it once was. The decay was palpable — litter blowing through abandoned streets, once-pristine buildings marred by neglect, and the oppressive weight of the Syndicate's reign pressing down like a storm cloud. At the heart of it all, the sight of the fallen king and queen impaled on pikes stood as a chilling reminder of what was at stake.

Valery stood at the edge of the city's outskirts, her hair rippling in the breeze as she surveyed the landscape ahead. Her fiery gaze swept over the Syndicate's patrols, sharp and calculating, as she turned to her companions. Her Padawan, Azurine, stood close by, her eyes alive with determination despite the weight of the mission. Aadihr Lidos , the experienced Miraluka Knight, exuded his usual calm presence, though Valery could sense the deep resolve simmering beneath his exterior. Beside him stood Aris, his new Padawan and her son.

She was confident in the abilities of this group.

Valery's voice broke the silence, steady and authoritative but tinged with encouragement. "Our goal is the barracks at the heart of the military base," she began, her fiery eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "The soldiers trapped inside are our key to turning the tide here. If we can reach them, free them, and rally their support, we'll have a fighting chance at reclaiming this city."

Azurine Varek Aadihr Lidos Aris Noble ​

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: Tormaine City
Objective: Rescue Jedi Holocron
Tags: Dean Walker

Jedi Master Katarine Ryiah had always been one to rely on patience, but even the calmest minds had their limits. For weeks, she had worked in the shadows of Lazerian IV, a planet whose tranquil exterior masked its role as a key location for the Obsidian Syndicate's dark endeavors. The Syndicate, an insidious collective of dark side users, had long been seeking ways to track and manipulate Force-sensitive children, using them as pawns in their expanding network of control. Katarine's mission was simple in theory but perilous in execution: track down a stolen Jedi holocron—one that contained a list of names of Force-sensitive children across the galaxy—and retrieve it before the Syndicate could exploit its power.

She wasn't alone in her efforts. Her new partner, Dean Walker, was an operative from the Strategic Intelligence Agency (SIA), a shadowy division of the Galactic Alliance. Dean's skills were more unconventional than the typical methods Jedi was accustomed to, but he had proven invaluable, especially in blending in with the local populace and gathering intelligence from places the Jedi were unlikely to tread. His quick wit and resourcefulness had kept them one step ahead of the Syndicate, even as the situation on the planet grew more dangerous by the day. The planet was rich in rare crystals, ones the Syndicate was using to amplify their search for Force-sensitive children, and the presence of these crystals had only intensified the stakes.

Katarine and Dean had managed to tail the Syndicate's operations, staying close to the stolen holocron's trail. But now, as the Galactic Alliance initiated an invasion to reclaim control of Lazerian IV, the time for subtlety had run out. Katarine knew that the holocron would soon be moved to the Syndicate's stronghold on Oricon, a fortress world where their forces were strongest. The chaos of the invasion presented an opportunity—and a danger. The Syndicate would use the confusion to slip the artifact away under the cover of war, and Katarine couldn't afford to let that happen. If they lost the holocron now, the list of Force-sensitive children could fall into the wrong hands, sealing the fate of countless innocent lives. The time for subtly and undercover work was over and now it was time for action.

They were crouched down outside a warehouse in the factory area of the city. Katarine could feel her partners strong arm rubbing slightly against her own. His presence usually caused her some amount of anxiety, but feeling his skin barely against hers was somehow calming at this moment. The two had been working undercover on the Black Marsh case for a while now and his skills were proving invaluable. Knowing he was there with her was soothing because so far he'd proved a capable partner and a reliable agent. This mission in particular was challenging to Katarine due to the mutation in her blood that caused an extreme weakness to the darkside, but Deans steady presence beside her was reassuring. She could handle this. She just needed to stay focused.

 

[Drystan Creed]

LAZERIAN IV

Equipment: Standard (In Bio)

Tags: Corazona von Ascania Caelan Valoren | OPEN

Kicking Sith butt and getting paid for it—what wasn't to like? Well, technically, Drystan wasn't paid in the traditional sense for his work, but he supposed the fulfillment of dispensing justice was worth more than any pile of credits. Or so he told himself.

As the transport arrived with a soft hum, Drystan's hand moved to the communicator clipped to his hip. Tapping it, he muttered into the device, his voice low and whisper-like. "Approaching objective. Keep the Wedding Crashers protocol on standby."

There was a brief pause as he listened to the response. "What's the progress on Barbara?" Another pause followed, and Drystan let out a quiet sigh. "That's fine. We can make do without her."

His tone shifted slightly as he added a final remark, almost an afterthought. "And run a bath for Brazier—it's about that time." He ended the call with a simple, "Creed out," before sliding the communicator back into place, turning to his compatriots.

"If you need anything specific done, don't hesitate to hit my line. I can peel off from the main force for anything that needs a subtle touch." He said to the group which included Corazona von Ascania and Caelan Valoren .

As they stepped outside, Drystan took one last drag from his cigarette, flicking the smoldering stub aside as the enemy forces began to gather. Without hesitation, he unlatched a thermal detonator from his belt. With a force-amped toss, he hurled it toward the advancing Syndicate warriors, the device arcing through the air with supernatural force.

But before it could reach its target, one of the saber-wielding warriors stepped forward, igniting his blade and halting the grenade mid-flight. The detonator hovered, suspended in the air by an invisible grip.

Before the warrior could retaliate, a single blaster bolt cracked through the air, fired from the pistol in Drystan's free hand. The shot hit true, striking the grenade dead center and igniting it in a brilliant explosion.

The fiery blast illuminated the battlefield, disrupting the enemy line as Drystan spun the blaster effortlessly in his hand before reaching for his lightsaber with the other, a blue beam of plasma igniting from it with a touch.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Lazerian IV | OBJECTIVE : ¾ Hybrid | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Jonyna Si | Jack Wright | Diogo Talon | TAG (FOE) : @

Connel had to repeatedly remind himself that this emerald haired pest was just a kid, otherwise the Shadow would pop him in the mouth. As the kid was talking up a storm, all he could was frantically wave Diogo to the ground. Will you pipe down?

Connel then did not have a chance to answer the kid’s question. One of the patrolmen stopped the others and held up a crystal. These were supposed to be “empath crystals”, ones that could sense the Force in others, but was it that easy?

They couldn’t take the chance.

In a blur, Connel jumped out, took one down with a “double thrust” to the man’s neck, threw another to the ground on his head and put the third in a rear naked choke putting him to sleep. Ultimately the one with the injured neck was recovering, but by the time he could do something, Connel took the butt of one of the patrolmen’s handguns to the man’s head, knocking him out. Brutal, fast and efficient, he stripped all three of them of their weapons, disassembling the rifles, but tucking the handguns under and behind his belt.

Alright kid… first lesson. If you are hanging with me… you do exactly what and as I tell you. No questions, no ifs, no ands, and no butts…

Dragging one of the patrolment into the bushes, and then moving to the other, he kept talking. First lesson… clear your mind… feel the Force around you… feel it inside you… feel the glow it gives off…. Moving to and dragging the final individual into another bushline, he finished.

Now you shrink it… you compact it and make it as small as possible before using your own body to mask it… when you can do that… follow me to that waterfall. What waterfall? Connel moved on in a specific and direct line. The waterfall must be that way. His tone the entire time was direct, but it was not the angry grouch he was on Rishi, it was someone trying to teach.

 

[Kuhbee]

This was Kuhbees first real mission outside of the Temple and though the young cub was excited he was also a little scared. He was glad to have the presence of his Master Gil Horn The young Wookie had still not constructed his own lightsaber but he was given one for this mission. He felt a little odd wearing it clipped to his belt but he guessed Jedi got used to that after a while. As he walked through the camp he saw so many people were sick and suffering and it broke the younglings heart. He wanted to help however he could. He was hopeful to learn more about healing too, as he was interested in this as a path of the Jedi, but he did not yet know if he had any healing abilities. Kuhbee did know he was good with animals and thought the role of a beastmaster was also a good one. Today wasn't about any of that however. This was a chance for him to get out of the textbooks and do some real learning in the field but as he was quickly finding out the field was a lot different than the books made it seem.

His usual bubbly energy was subdued as he looked at all the suffering. It reminded him of being back at the gladiator pits. A lot of emotion was stiring in the young pup just now.

 

[Gakot Cal]

Tag: Open​

In the heavens above multiple objects in an arrow shaped formation sped at full speed down toward the shielded city. To those below it looked like a meteor shower but appearances can be most deceiving. Rather it was drop pods!

Inside one of the pods wearing a customized version of Nemean Armor was Gakot Cal. He gripped the handles on each side of his seat while surrounded by several others doing the same. The Klantooian breathed in and out as calmly as possible even with the pod shaking violently. Gakot could barely hear himself think but managed to be reminded of their objective. Sow chaos in the enemy ranks and help rescue the loyalist troops held captive within the former military base.

Cap would've had a thing or two to say about all this. He thought with a toothy grin despite the tumultuous descent. Of course Gakot then immediately remembered Minerva wasn't the captain anymore but he was instead. Being a lieutenant was crazy enough but now even more so. He remembered his Mandalorian comrade's words to him just as she bid them all farewell.

’The Talons need to move forward into the future. You're the one to do it Gakot even with an ugly mug like yours.’

A chuckle escaped him at that memory despite the tense all around.

The wave of drop pods penetrate through the city's shield, slamming in quick succession into the central section of the capital's outskirts, just behind the enemy defense line. The Jedi and Alliance forces outside would have a front row view to the spectacle.

Gakot’s pod crashed into the middle of what had been a gym pool now dry and empty. As soon as the pod landed with a massive thud the squad of Talons got up and pod's door with Gakot bellowing.

"Forward!"

Roaring in a collective they came with weapons at the ready. Then activating their jetpacks they ascended up toward the massive hole they made earlier. Once on the roof they spotted some of their comrades on a nearby street engaging one of the patrols, shooting and hopping around via jetpacks. Gakot signaled the team with him to go and assist and they did.

As for himself he drew a flare gun and fired up in the air. A crimson flare ignited followed by a few more in the general area.

It was a signal from Strike Force Talon to all their comrades advancing toward the city. We are here and engaging the enemy.

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Legion Long Range Precision Rifle Mark I
Overwatch: ACTIVE

"Our goal is the barracks at the heart of the military base," she began, her fiery eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "The soldiers trapped inside are our key to turning the tide here. If we can reach them, free them, and rally their support, we'll have a fighting chance at reclaiming this city."

Aadihr nodded, pulling back the lever of his suppressed long-range precision rifle, sliding in a sizeable subsonic rounds, and locking it back into place.

His mind's eye already circling the military base from above, noting the positions of force signatures within and without, what areas were shielded from his sight and so forth, building a mental map to help guide the others via comms if necessary. Of particular interest to Aadihr were the watchtowers, if he seized one of those he could provide supporting fire for nearly the entirety of the Barracks approach.

Aadihr allowed himself a moment to preemptively mourn the pain he would inflict, and pray to Ashla that he would not need to kill again. He still recalled igniting his pike into the heart of the sith assassin on Iridonia all too vividly.

Back at his physical self, he avoided distracting Azurine Varek pre-mission with any small talk. Their personal distance should not affect her focus in battle, and now was certainly not the time to stir that pot. She was ever in the back of his mind, though.

What he couldn't avoid, however was the Grandmaster and, more specifically, her son, Aris Noble - the Padawan he was now bound to. The boy was more than capable for this and had proven so time and again before, but Aadihr had wished for a less dire first field mission with the gigantic teenager.

Regardless, Aadihr was determined not to lag behind the others he fought with.

It's only the grandmaster herself and some of the best combatants of the Order, no pressure. Aadihr sarcastically thought to himself. If he had eyes, he'd roll them at his own mental remark.

"Understood, madam Grandmaster. Aris, I'll provide fire support from here until your approach to the base is secure. If anything goes wrong remember the hand signals - thumbs up and I'll take the shot, thumbs down and I'll move in to flank or engage directly. Drag the thumb across your neck with either and I'll keep it quiet."
Only three gestures should be few enough for Aris to keep in mind; the boy was dangerous at close range and Aadihr excelled at a distance. Only for brief periods would Aadihr be separated: he would dash to close the gap after each stretch between cover until everything was sufficiently close-quarters.

Aadihr slung his pike onto his back-harness and shouldered the rifle, kneeling behind foliage nearby. Only with the barrel of the firearm protruded. Mentally aligning the trajectory of the rifle towards the nearest sentry and accounting for Lazerian IV's gravity and weather conditions, Aadihr steadied the tip of the barrel with a weak but precise stabilization of the Force as he had been practicing. His first shot may be less accurate than he'd like, but once his 'reference point' was fired, he would be able to fire and hit a credit chit past the horizon.

Aadihr kept his finger off the trigger, however. For now, firing prematurely might draw attention, even if the Slugthrower was suppressed and quieted with subsonic rounds, nearly silent from this distance, one yelp of pain or seen body would draw unwanted attention.

The moment their approach was compromised or any of the others gave the signal, he would fire to incapacitate each sentry with line of sight to the Grandmaster's squad.

"Overwatch in position" Aadihr spoke into the comms as the others drew closer.

Aadihr's finger waited just past the trigger, a small movement between life and death.

*|OOC: Azurine, Valery, or Aris, please feel free to use one of the hand signals and include Aadihr's sniper fire in your posts! |

Azurine Varek | Aris Noble | Valery Noble​

 

[Resh]

Eloise Dinn​

As it was, the city of Devit felt familiar to young Resh. It was dirty, barren, and festering with dark undercurrents, much like his old home in the bowels of Coruscant. The only difference here was that there was a sky above to look at. That, and the tension here felt much more palpable. Resh had never lifted his lightsaber in wartime before. He had never been on the front of a fight such as this. The concept alone scared him. Especially given his master was not here with him. Only a fellow padawan, thankfully one he was friendly with, at least: Eloise Dinn. She also had much more experience with this sort of thing than him.

"How many battles have you been in?" He murmured as they stood at their station. Seeing as they were just apprentices, they had been left to watch a crossroads in the city for enemy movement. It was supposed to be the wartime equivalent of busy work, he supposed. Fighting wasn't necessarily expected to come over this way. But there was always the chance that it could, keeping the pureblood on edge.

 

[Thralrii Hillbolt]

Of their own accord
Tags: Pre mission brief​

1400 hours
The independence, Lazerian Orbit, Mess hall

All hands were called to bare for this mission, pulled from other fronts to ensure it's succuss. From across the Galaxy had commandos come, and had their ships arrived upon the old Courageous-Class Star Destroyer holding in high orbit above the planet alongside the rest of the fleet. Commandos relaxed in their down time, sharing stories of the various missions they'd partaken upon over the last few months. Few had been injured, although not for lack of trying, and all had their head in the game.

"Alright alright gather round for debrief, got a simple on today"

In truth that was a lie, but one every member present had come to accept long ago. Quite the running gag. Regardless, the captain brought himself to front, motioning those to take seats wherever they could be found. No ready room could fit the hundred commandos for their debrief, and so they'd temporarily secured the mess hall for this meeting. Near where the majority sat rest a large holoprojector, simulating the ground layout of the city, in particular the military base attached.

"Couple of different objects today. We've been tasked with downing the shield array so the ground pounders can do their job. We know that's at the military base, so that means Sierra and Echo are teaming up to tackle the base. You've been handling the fun missions as of late, so give the rest of us a chance to mess around yeah? Anyway, Jedi are going to hit the prison in tandem so be sure to use that best you can."

The captained paused to transition to another section of the city, this one filled with vibrant lights with a focus on a particular nightclub.

"Bravo will be deployed into the Neon district to extract an alliance VIP, smuggler type that high command wants alive. Play nice with the man and we might be able to snag a few new rifles, yeah?"

Another pause from the captain, shifting the holofeed all the way over to Doxet, before addressing the second to last platoon

"Fox you're running security on the refugee camp, we expect hostile presence and don't care to leave the jedi without firepower."

All the way back to the city of devit, finally adressing his own platoon of commandos.

"Finally, Alpha will run security on the prince and his escort. Each fireteam will attach to a member and accompany them throughout the siege. All of the bots will be with us, piloted directly by navy boys in low orbit."

There'd been small talk amongst the commandos throughout his briefing. They were all about thinking on the fly after all, so Thralrii never had to give an in-depth explanation on really anything. Regardless, a quick glance around the room for hands raised told him they'd be just fine on their own- for they still had six hours before landfall.

"Alright let's get to work!"

​

2200 hours
DOXET REFUGEE CAMP
Tags: Kuhbee , Jack Wright , Jonyna Si , Diogo Talon , Shan Pavond OPEN!

The commandos of fox company were a strange bunch to say the least. Most who made the ranks of the Sanval company were from the urban districts and major cities from across the galaxy, but a select few hunters and such found themselves bonded in blood and thus forming their own platoon. Those men and women thrived in the thick forests throughout the galaxy, and their armor reflected this, breaking the common muted colors for woodland camouflage, putting them in good graces with the pathfinders.

But no, those commandos would not interact with the pathfinders today. Instead, they were grouped up into their fireteams, and spread out across the camp in order to provide security. The command fireteam, lead by one Lieutenant Emilie Weaver, found themselves posted right beside Jonyna Si on behalf of Captain Hillbolt, with the expectation to relay vital information directly to the camp. Twice had Lieutenant Weaver apologized for her interruption, instead finally approaching the jedi and offering them her spare comm link already tuned to a secure line with a gentle "Please take this, I'm so sorry to bother you Ma'am."

Sergeant Sofia Bianchi of Charlie Fireteam had taken charge with the civilian relief efforts and had begun passing out candy to local children. A few other commandos joined her in this, who began offering their MRES and mess kits to those particularly hungry souls. Hearts and minds were the order of the day after all, and there were still fifteen others to watch over the camp for them...

​

2200 hours
DEVIT MILITARY BASE - Echo + Sierra platoons
Valery Noble Aris Noble Aadihr Lidos Azurine Varek OPEN!

Having gone through the ringer with some of the more fun and exciting missions in the past few months, it'd be no surprise that Echo and Sierra were stuck with the military base and attached shield generator. While the commandos were late to the party, that didn't mean they weren't able to throw down and dance to their own fireworks. Echo and Sierra platoons, numbering forty commandos total had dropped into the city over the past four hours, using their stealth equipment to skip past the established lines of conflict and get far closer to the military base than anyone had right to assume possible.

Under the cover of darkness did the commandos begin their move, having gone over it twice now amongst themselves in a nearby building they'd shack up in for the time being. Lieutenant Lukas Blackburn had gathered with Lieutenant Michael Bradshaw to deliver a short holo-message to the Grand Jedi master, Valery Noble with the following message played through encrypted channels "Be advised Grandmaster Jedi that the commandos are assaulting the military base at the same time as you. We have orders to disable the shield generator first and foremost. Once that is down we will assist in any way possible."

We'll leave them be for now, while they discuss the best way to sneak in and blow the place sky high.

​

TIME UNKNOWN
DEVIT CHARGE - Alpha Platoon
Caelan Valoren Drystan Creed Corazona von Ascania open!

The commandos were not frontline troops, Thralrri knew that better than anyone. However, a chance to assault the capital and gain favor with a crown prince had been on the man's mind since he were called to the operation. Having rode separate in their own transports, the men of Alpha company quickly disembarked and readied themselves for a fight. Shock and Awe was always the tune played around the commandos of Alpha team, but today they'd put their skills to the test. However, they were not alone today. The entire company supply of heavy infantry droids were accompanying them on the assault, piloted by the navy crew aboard all five ships above. Twenty commandos, Twenty five droids... This was going to be fun.

"Alright lads get the bots out, we're out in three!"

Yet, the captain didn't even have the chance to wish Caelan fair winds before he were through the gap and into the fray. Amongst the commandos had been confusion, at least for a moment- but confusion quickly turned to excitement, and soon both Thralrii and the rest of the commandos were charging after, followed closely by the metal footsteps of lumbering beast sprinting with heavy weapons to bare.

"Keep it moving!"

One could only thank the heavens for the intergraded HUD system within each of their helmets, allowing for each of them the ability to keep track of each other and quickly call out targets to them and the droid operators, who already began opening fire with said heavy weapons against said marked targets. More importantly however, had been the ability to find their escorts, and quickly accompany them.

Basilisk and Cobra were to be with Caelan at all times, protecting the boy until their dying breath if required. This eight man body guard of commandos might have been overkill, especially considering who else was around, but today high command would take no risk. Fireteam Mamba had been assigned to guard Drystan Creed, a last minute addition to their plans but a welcome one at that, should the boy keep pace. Finally, Diamondback and Anaconda were to protect Cora. No doubt the three could hold their own no matter what'd be thrown at them, however the extra level of protection in case they were split from the rest would surely go a long way to save lives, and that was the whole point of it all.

Regardless, they were to cover distance as quickly as possible, and in their dead sprint that was precisely the goal.

 

[Yusa Yssah]

Objective: Refugee Camp | Tag : Open
Oh dear, once I've checked all my things, So off I go, rushing to the refugee camp. Saving lives is super important, and it also lets me practice war medicine, yay!

As soon as I arrive, I almost run to the camp because time is short. The patients need a kind doctor to heal their injuries and give them big smiles to lift their spirits.

But then, bam, a group of alliance soldiers stops me. They look so serious in their armor and all. They ask for my papers. "Oh no, paper card again..." I let out a little sigh, but I get it, they're just doing their job. So I show them my amazing papers that I had done at the temple.

Then I say to them with a big smile:
"Hi, I'm Yusa, a healer for the Jedi Order!"
It's funny because I never thought I'd say that someday.

The soldiers check it in their database, tapping away on their little screens, which looks kind of funny, and eventually, they let me through. One of them is super nice and gives me a tour of the camp. That's when I see the sick, the injured, so many people who need my help. It's a bit overwhelming, but I tell myself, "Yusa, you've got this!"

I start immediately with the most serious injuries because they need attention first. I set up in a small annex tent, it's cute even if it's a bit wrinkled, and my very first patient arrives: a broken leg.

I do a little operation to realign the bone, and there, it's straight as an arrow. I disinfect everything because germs i need to kill all, and I apply some bacta to help with regeneration. After that, I close everything up neatly, make a splint with sturdy pieces of wood, and give them some medicine. Finally, I close my medkits and i have done faster the first operation. Well, i have no uniform docteur, but honeslty ? The clothing don't made the monk

"There you go, rest well, and your leg will heal up in no time!"

the soldiers who initially had doubts when they saw me operate on the patient quickly and precisely finally left me alone and stopped monitoring me, cool! They understood that I was there to help them. Who is my next patients ?