Visiting a Dark Past (SJO/ORC v TSE)

[WelshPsych]

The Silver Jedi Order organised with the Outer Rim Coalition to begin a trip to the planet Wayland, the world had been used for Sith technology and experimenting centuries ago. It was a trip to learn more about the Sith mindset with the SJO having more trouble at the border with the Sith Empire, it also meant that the SJO would work with their ally ORC, a faction with much experience in fighting the Sith Empire. Dispatched to Wayland, SJO sent their Shadows, Rangers and several Jedi, it was a sizeable force for an investigation team, however they were close to Sith border and there was a concern that there might be a Sith force on the planet already. So, to combat this, the SJO sent a force to keep the investigators safe during their time on the world.

Yuroic Xeraic was one of the Jedi sent on the mission, he was interested in seeing the Sith experiments and technology, it was a chance to gain insight on their enemies. The recent skirmish with the Sith showed that with their borders becoming ever closer meant that a full blown war between Jedi and Sith was inevitable. He feared that this day was coming soon, he didn’t want his daughters brought up only ever knowing war, Asa had already fought a number of battles and he could already see how it was beginning to affect her mind. Nitya was still young and she could be trained as a Jedi while they can fighting back the Sith Empire. It was a concern that nagged at Yuroic but he knew that this was inevitable and he should look forward to the fact his family was safe and alive.

Looking out the window into the endless expanse of space, Yuroic breathed out slowly. Soon they would be at Wayland and it would be an adventure that he could be excited about. He was hoping that there wouldn’t be too much trouble.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra buzzed in place, rocking up on her toes as she came up besides [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] . "Are we almost there, Master?" She chirped, her excitement tangible. Kyra always craved for any chance to put her studies to practical use. Some might say this made her a weaker student than not. Regardless, she was amongst the older generation of padawans that were permitted to come along on the excursion. Call it a field trip, if you will. They were at the age were experience was becoming more valuable than studies and theoretically, they could handle their own.


Kyra had proven that when she helped stop a group of trandoshan slavers from taking wookies on a previous field trip. Apparently field trips were all the rage. She wasn't complaining.

She stepped forward and placed her hand on the glass, her breath leaving a flood of condensation as she leaned against it.

"Is it true we might get to take things back with us? And study them? In a class room?" The questions rolled out of her like an unstoppable river, her eyes alight as she turned and looked up at him expectantly.

 

[Lex Del'Fino]

Well, if war wasn't the goal before, it was but certain to be the outcome now. The Sith it seemed had become aggressive, mobilizing across the galaxy, expanding their strength and territory through conquest and chaos. Lex remembered almost choking on his drink when he'd been updated with the fall of the Mandolorians and of Mandalore to the dark side. And now they'd begun encroaching on the space of the Silver Jedi, something that simply could just be left to fester. They needed to be proactive in approaching the threat, and this operation would be a clinch point in the effort.

He felt a cold shiver come over him as he thought of their destination; Wayward. Sith planet's had an annoying tendency to take on the nightmares of their inhabitants, becoming polluted with the dark side. Creatures became tainted, the weather turned violent, and the spirits of those unfortunate enough to die on it never seemed to find peace in the Force. And that didn't even mention that fact that the Sith had a habit of returning to their old stomping grounds, either to find some secret that should have stayed buried, or to unlock a power no one should hold.

He made his way through their transport, finding a spot to sit and rest in until they were deployed. Shadows, Rangers, and Judges? He'd usually call this many individuals overkill for just a intel-gathering mission. But this close to the border of the Sith, and well... you could never have to much backup, no matter how much of a loner you were.

Maybe they'd get lucky, though, and just find a few holocrons to go through?

Tags: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Kyra Perl"]

 

[Sol Stazi]

"Realspace in ten!" Captain Stazi barked over his shoulder at the passenger bay, "Mercs, we don't need their kind of scum..."

A tight formation of Nova-class starcutters scythed through the same hyperspace tunnel en route to Wayland. They were each loaded with a small complement of elite Underground personnel...not to mention a few hired hands the Coalition trusted enough not to take a better offer from the Sith. Sol wished he had more than a single squad of militia fighters to count on. Not much got past their rebel spies so it had been a surprise when the Silver Jedi Order approached them with intel regarding a secret operation underway on what was supposedly a backwater world. The Partisan commander didn't care too much for specifics as long as he got a chance to do some Imperial hunting.

"Keep my seat warm for me," he growled to the gunship's pilot before unstrapping his harness and bracing himself against the cockpit's bulkhead.

The starcutters were all running silent which put a strain on secondary systems including inertial dampeners. It was a bumpy ride that was only going to get worse once they arrived and dropped into the atmosphere. Some leaders relied on personality and would have some kind of rousing speech to offer right about now. All the duros captain had to offer his fellow passengers was stoic silence. Just about everyone in the passenger bay was scruffy looking and disheveled, but they were all armed to the teeth one way or another. Apparently satisfied by his final inspection, Stazi clambered his way back into the transport's co-pilot seat.

"Phoenix to Hummingbird. Come in Hummingbird," Sol activated the starcutter's encrypted comm line. If [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] had any thoughts about their choice of code name for the Silver Jedi he had so far remained frustratingly placid about it, "You still with us? Last chance to let us take things from here before we go comm silent."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Once a part of the Lords of the Fringe, and the Levantine Sanctum, Starchaser, a Jedi who assisted in joining the Sanctum and the Silver Jedi Order, and lead the ExplorCorps before finding his calling in the Alliance had recently found his way back to his first love, exploration. Jedi in the recent era would know the name as that of a Paladin of the Light, but even before that, he had another duty. Explorer, a navigator for a defunct Imperial warlord in the Unknown Regions, and joining the galaxy following Endgame as a guardian of the Outer Rim. A Judge, a Jedi, a Warden. But when he was called to venture into the galaxy, towards the world of Wayland.

Recently aboard the newly flagged Heart of Sullust, a Liberator II class cruiser, Starchaser had accepted a spot aboard one of the Nova-class Starcutters that the Coalition had provided for this mission. And by position, the General used his rank and resume to take over one of the pilot spots. The former explorer turned Crusader turning back to Explorer was feeling the thrill of bringing the team in to Wayland. Taking a little liberty to move his ship ahead of the hyperspace flight, by way of the Force, he just wanted to confirm the route and try something different.

“We’ll be in real space shortly. We’ll be following Stazi’s lead.” Starchaser was a General, yes, but this was much more a mission where he trusted the Partisans. He’d been spending too much time with the Home Guard, and on leave with [member="Celeste Rigel"]. It felt good to be back, but he’d default to the other officer. The Partisans knew what they were doing.


[member="Sol Stazi"]
[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Reggie Faayare]

This investigation to find out more about the Sith would usually be something that burned a flame of excitement in Reggie. While he didn't agree with how the sith did things and perferred the light side of the force spectrum, they still were interesting to the Padawan. However, with the threat of war being in the wind, Reggie was more worried and would be more vigilant than he usually was.

Reggie has been working hard to improve his skills and knowledge, has been doing everything he can to help those within his own clan, and now his mind couldn't help but think of all the things he could do to try and defend the people who he cares for most from impending danger. All of this has kept the young man from obtaining decent sleep, his mind always thinking.

At first, Reggie was going to speak with [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and [member="Kyra Perl"] when he spotted them. Instead, he decided to take a seat and meditate. It was good to at least try to clear his mind before the mission started. He breathed slowly, in and out. Whatever they encountered on Wayland, he would need a clear head to face it.

 

[Darth Trellux]

They had landed in secret, stealthily moving through the forests until Mount Tantiss loomed ahead of them. In the time since the Infernal had risen to the mantle of Mand'alor, the mountain had become a fortress for Clan Australis and was known to be highly guarded by thousands of warriors and mechanical automatons.

The current status of Mount Tantiss was unknown after the fall of Mandalore, but reports had shown a significant drop in activity as the Empire neared the planet.

A small team, Inquisitors and other agents of the Empire, was assigned to infiltrate the Mountain and scavenge whatever technology was left unspoiled.

Inquisitor Trellux had been assigned to such a team, his personal squad handpicked from those he had worked with in the past. Each was from a different background, possessed different skill-sets, and each of them were more than willing to do whatever was necessary in service to the Emperor.

"Picking up some weird atmospheric fluctuations, keep your sense sharp. Force knows what sort of nasty little tricks Australis left in his wake."

 

[Darth Voyance]

Location: Sith Imperial Space Border [One Jump from Wayland]
Allies: [member="Inquisitor Trellux"]
Enemies: N/A [Heads Up Tag: [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]]


Aboard the Soothsayer Heresiarch-Class Battlecruiser

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Watching the stars in their fixed flickering lights, Commander Karn’raw’dassa, paced about the bridge of the Soothsayer. The grim face Chiss, marked the passing of the seconds with the tapping of her index finger against her other hand as they rested behind her back clasped together. By will of the Dark Lord himself, the Emperor [member="Darth Carnifex"], she along her master the new Eye of the Empire, Darth Voyance were commanded to prepare for a reconnaissance-in-force operation to be launched. Passing a communication's officer working in the many aisles of sunken tech-array pits, Karn was called to. She halted and spun on the heel of her black boots to approach the edge of the walk-way to peer down at the communication's officer in the pit.

"Yes Lieutenant?" she coolly replied.

"Her Ladyship, mam," said the communication's officer, "She's requested your presence in the private holo-projection chamber."

Karn drew in a sharp breath and nodded. "Tell her I will receive her summons."

"Aye'mam."

Karn marched down the rest of the walk-way and passed a set of sliding auto-doors into a small domed space with a central large holo-projector. As she entered the static bending and materializing image of Darth Voyance bubbled into pixelated existence before sharpening in detail to perfectly display the oversized visage of the dark lady of the Sith. She appeared as a giant, sat in a martial sitting stance with her lower legs folded beneath her thighs and her body resting on her heels. She was covered in red battle dress and robes with a red cloak and hood.

"Commander Karn." her soft but, low gentle voice hummed. "Have you made complete our preparations?"

Karn bowed her head in a curt nod, "Yes your ladyship. The Imperial Probes are loaded and the Voss Mystics are prepared for any Dark Side operations that you may will."

The holographic Darth Voyance leveled her large finger to point down at Karn, "Good. Then prepare our jump to Wayland, we shall make our rendezvous with the other forces. In that time I shall head to my Meditation Chambers and prepare. Keep me updated on our approach."

"As you command, my lady," Karn said.

Darth Voyance faded into darkness and Karn left the holo-projection chamber. Returning to the bridge Karn commanded all the staff to her attention as she called out in a booming shout.

"Perpare for hyper-jump, full hyper-drive to Wayland." she shouted, "Send word to the forces there of our imminent arrival."

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Little did the dark lady and her fiendish Chiss commander know, that the fight would come to them.

 

[Bacu Topol]

While the majority of the Coalition was probably working together, Bacu Topol and the Storms had their own way to go about things. He knew that they couldn’t be bringing in a whole lot of heavy firepower to this world, it’d be seen as an act of aggression, probably even from the Coalition. They knew of the Storms, but it didn’t mean they always saw eye to eye. But the Torrent was remaining in Coalition space while the Kaiwhei was launched from the Storm’s deep space platform. A few other Hunters and ex-Partisans and Fringe Federation operatives aboard, the Mirialan didn’t have anything to prove, but he did want to get an understanding.

The Coalition and the Order seemed to be allies that worked, but who really pulled the strings? And with the Sith near Wayland? The intercepted signals only gave Bacu a bit of an understanding as to the mission, but the Force Hunter was following one of the beacons he knew.

Starchaser.

The Jedi had taken his sister from the Fringe and he knew there was a niece of his wandering the Outer Rim, but she wasn’t as obvious as the elder Starchaser. The AIAT/I was in hypespace for with an intention of hopefully reverting with the Coalition team, appearing to be part of them. And once he got on the planet? He would be observing, Jedi, Judge, and Sith.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Allies: [member="Nida Perl"] [member="Reggie Faayare"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Enemies: Sith
Equipment: In signature

Because busy season on the major regions served by VPN in ORC space, namely Karideph and Talz worlds (one of which was an ORC world in all but official alignment), it meant assurance was the big focus for her these days. Few, if any, accountants in their right minds would think of assurance as a means to go on adventures, but that's precisely how we marketed VPN to prospective accountants, Talz, Kari, Pantoran (although I think there wouldn't be any Pantorans left in the firm if they knew the truth about VPN's involvement in what led to the Sith attack on Pantora), or whatever races Mando remnants would have. Yes, some Pantoran juniors feel that assurance was, during recruitment season, pushed too hard, she thought, while another familiar face she met on several occasions doing assurance work was meditating in a corner, with her equipment in hand, especially this humongous sniper rifle that had two firing modes and was capable of causing a lot of damage upon impact. Yet, she was surprised Reggie didn't want to learn accounting from her at some point.

"Remember, Reggie: if it comes down to fighting Sith, I will likely keep my distances, because, surprisingly for a Jedi, I fight more effectively at range than with a lightsaber"

 

[WolfMortum]

Silver Vessel: "The Judiciary" Heavy Assault Cruiser.​

NPC's: "The Judiciary" Senior Officers.​

Inventory: Jedi Robes | Lightsabers of Svivren.​

Objective location: Wayland.​

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Wayland...Veiere wished that he could say that the name had never crossed his desk before, but the world had a history of involvements with the ancient Imperial movement and now the Sith Empire, of which their objective was to investigate and detail. Heading up the Naval Front, Veiere captained the Judiciary that would offer primary transport for their personnel, as well as probable back-up given that they were headed directly into Sith Territory.

Since the conflict with the United Clans of Mandalore, the Sith Empire had been allowed time to grow and replenish following their invasion of the Mandalorian homeworld. The Silver Jedi Order had previously been engulfed in conflict against the Mandalorian's themselves due to previous war crimes and the need to retain order across the sector, however the move to silence the Mandalorian World taken by the Emperor himself had not been an act that Veiere had personally seen coming, and the silence between the Jedi and the Sith ever since had been troubling. For a Jedi, one would think the peace would have been preferable, yet for centuries the two peoples had met in open opposition for their difference of political and ethical standings, to witness Mandalore fall and then to hear little else, it struck the Jedi Master as unusual. Thus he had decided to support this investigation in full, actively participating in the over-watch of Naval affairs.

"Arrival in 5...4...3...2...-" Veiere's second in command, Vikras Ansion counted down and on one, the star-lines receded and the world of Wayland came swiftly into view before the observation deck ahead of the Judiciary's bridge. "Lieutenant Rorik, I want eyes on. Anything crosses your station, I want to hear about it" Veiere informed his communications officer before turning back to look to the transparisteel screen ahead of him, the vast view of the Judiciary's hull spread out ahead, Turbo-Lasers lining the port and starboard sections; "Status, Pearson?".

"All's right, Captain. All systems are green" the Security Officer behind Veiere acknowledged.

"Excellent. Bernard, low impulse if you will" Veiere advised their Ensign at the helm before addressing them all, "This isn't Silver Space anymore, people. We're in hostile territory and we won't be spared any mercy if we're caught unprepared. I want everyone on their game, no half measures, understood?".

"Understood, Sir".

"Aye Captain".

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Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Kyra Perl"] | [member="Lex Del'Fino"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Bacu Topol"]​

Opposition: [member="Inquisitor Trellux"] | [member="Darth Voyance"]​

 

[Nida Perl]

Location: Wherever tf Coren is idk
Tags: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]

Nida had spent a week on Terminus visiting her siblings, [member="Yula Perl"] and [member="Dagon Perl"]. Though the two generally did not get along with one another, they’d managed to collaborate for their little sister’s trip, which resulted in minimal infighting. Nida only had to deal with casualties from two and a half fights, which made the tip relatively peaceful by Perl standards.

“General Starchaser?” Smaller in stature and far more demure than what he was used to from her kind, Nida politely approached the warden of the Outer Rim. “Have we made contact with any of the Silver Jedi ships yet?” Her hands folded delicately in front, somewhat keen to reunite with the Jedi. Don’t get her wrong, the Coalition folk were nice—just not her speed.

Instead of paying for a private transport, she’d elected to accompany the Coalition on a joint mission with the Silvers. Their task was to investigate Wayland, a historically Sith planet for remnants of ancient technology. Once that task had been completed, she’d depart with the Silver Jedi back to Kashyyyk.

Hopefully Coren wouldn’t mind her being aboard, especially after Yula made a big show of waving a knife in his face before they’d left.

 

[Samatharis]

Primary Star Orbit
Wayland System
Obj: Spotter

Diana McClaine had dropped in-system an hour ago using an old Mando starship ID-IFF she'd picked from the Shadows division. No stealth systems required here. Her Travelsprite Interceptor had hit real-space just beyond the primary stars grav-well. Then she'd pinged the local Hyperspace Beacon for system traffic. Ran a dump of the logs while her Astromech started sorting out the details. And luckily, no Mando patorls bothered her about her flight pattern either. Easy intelligence. Just the way she liked it.

She ran a local scan of the system traffic and then compiled all the beacon data for transmit back over the Holo-Net. Made a map of the area for her future friendlies arrival. Get a better picture of what they were warping into. Now, the message itself was a fake. The map was hidden inside. So naturally the message's holo-destination was a space station server cloud outside planet Cathar but the data packets themselves were flagged especially so the Shadows could scoop them up mid-call. Soon, her allies would have a clear picture of the space and SAT traffic around Wayland. Helps you know where to park. If you know, what I mean.

Her Astromech beeped that the fake message was sent and away. Good. Now she could just sit back and keep an eye on ship movements. Maybe send off another message if something came up or somebody new warped in. Easy stuff.

She broke out a bag of crackers and started munching away.

Maybe she'd flip on her ship's hazard lights?

Nah.

Yuroic was sure to arrive soon anyway. Then the party could really begin.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: Wayland, Jungles.
Tags: [member="Inquisitor Trellux"] [member="Darth Voyance"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] (My god there are a lot of you.)

Wayland held secrets.

Some were new and buried deep, but had never been allowed to settle among the stone, earth, and root. Some secrets were old, a decade? Ten? Old enough that the planet had changed hands half a dozen times since they were buried. Those secrets were not always buried deep, but they slumbered. In their slumber, one could stare straight at a secret and never know it was there.

Frustrating, yet the reward was so promising.

Joycelyn Zambrano leaned forward on the table as the portable holomaps ran through their usual loop of the discovered surroundings. The scouts had just briefed her of their finds and they were mostly inconclusive. She was not looking for Mandalorian towers or deeply buried treasure of a near millennia past; those secrets had been awaken and never again let to rest. Another team, lead by Inquisitor Trellux, had the best tools at hand for investigating such. She, however, had taken the charge of locating old phrikite mines and refineries that were closed down long ago. Not because the phrikite had run out, mind you, but because of war.

Years ago, when the One Sith had set the Core ablaze and tore the Galactic Republic asunder -When the Primeval fought the contemporary rise of Mandalorians- the miners had boarded up their hoards to keep them out of enemy hands. The Mandalorian Empire had their minds too full of iron to care about phrikite. The Sith? They hungered for it.

"So this northwestern quadrant, the scouts failed to check in?" "Yes, ma'am. We have sent a search party and are expecting news shortly." Joycelyn nodded then straightened up. Her hands withdrew from the table and came to rest behind her back. "And in the bordering sections, much resistance?" Rhetorical; the map had already been marked as such. "Give them a warning. If they will not budge, we will make an example of them."

The scout commanders gave their salutes and dispersed to carry on with their tasks, but one lingered to take new orders from the Princess of Drommund Kaas. This commander was not of the regular Legion, but the Zambrano Blackblades.

"Princess, shall I ready an escort?" "Twelve, equipped for close quarters." "An ambush then?" She could feel a tremor in the Force, one that urged her hand to her sword. She felt Zaudraka respond, as if he woke from a deep sleep to stretch. She did not reach out to touch it, but let her mind rest on it for the barest moment. "The jungles in that quadrant are too dense for long range weapons; they will think this is to their advantage." "If we lure them into melee and hold the line, the scouts can flank them and pin down their position." A wicked smile spread over Joycelyn's lips as she nodded to the commander. "Exactly so. See to it, Commander"

"It shall be done."

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Hyperspace to Wayland
Allies: [member="Kyra Perl"] [member="Reggie Faayare"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Lex Del'Fino"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Bacu Topol"] [member="Griet van Vliet"] [member="Nida Perl"] [member="Diana McClaine"]
Enemies: [member="Inquisitor Trellux"] [member="Darth Voyance"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

The trip was something that could indeed be a lot of fun, Yuroic looked over to Kyra Perl, whom seemed to be eager to visit the Sith world. He smiled to her, she reminded him of how eager and excited both he and later on, Asaraa, would get when travelling to new worlds and exploring new areas. It must be the Padawan life, less worries on the larger issues that were happening in the galaxy. It would seem that sometimes ignorance is bliss, though he knew that Kyra and other Padawans would soon now the troubles that Jedi face in the wider galaxy. Yuroic shrugged slightly, "Maybe, depends on if we find anything that could be of great interest. Or if it looks super cool." Yuroic winked to Kyra before he spotted Reggie meditating and Griet talking with him.

Watching the pilot tap away at the comms, he heard someone from the ORC contact the SJO ship. Yuroic chuckled to himself, the ORC had assigned the SJO the name 'Hummingbird', it wasn't a bad nickname in Yuroic's mind and he was more than happy to frustrate the ORCs by not showing any offence or opinion of any kind. Tapping the comms, "Hummingbird to Phoenix, we copy, should be there in a moment." Yuroic stated in a neutral tone just to annoy Captain Stazi even more. Looking at the others with him, "We will be coming out of hyperspace shortly, hopefully there won't be any issues when we arrive, apparently we might be a little late." Yuroic chuckled as he watched the ship drop out of hyperspace.

Looking at the planet, Yuroic shivered somewhat, he could feel the Dark Side of the Force already that covered the planet. He put on a brave face, the Dark Side was nothing to fear, he knew that well enough. "Pilot, get us planet side if you would be so kind." Tapping his comms so that Captain Stazi, Master Starchaser as well as Master Arenais would hear them, "I am heading planet side with the others, welcome to join us folks." Yuroic stated as the pilot guided them to the planet.

 

[Kaili Brand]

Tags: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Kyra Perl"] | [member="Lex Del'Fino"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Bacu Topol"]
Location: Wayland

"No half measures he says..." Kaili grumbles from behind [member="Reggie Faayare"]'s chair, practically glaring daggers at the floor. "We're walking bantha business end first into sith space. That's the definition of a half measure..." He grumbled again, if only to relieve the agitation that was growing in his stomach. Truth be told, Kaili had volunteered for this little mission only as an after thought once Reggie had let slipped the details. His role was...humble at least. Primarily he was there to help repair any auxiliary systems that might be needed for data collection. On site power generators and the like. Or open doors. He had the sinking suspicion that he'd be opening a lot of doors.

Kaili fiddled with the blaster and training saber on his hip as he filed into the landing vessel, still uncomfortable with the weight of either. The small bag of tools on his back rattled its hodgepodge content of stolen hydrospanners and data spikes quietly as he finally managed to situate himself. Satisfied that he was as comfortable as he was going to get, he turned his attention to [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]. Kaili...wasn't sure if the man was the actual leader of this little expedition. But he had the most seniority of the people there as far as the Padawan knew.

The master's...almost casual demenor struck him a little odd. As if raiding sith tombs (or in this case R&D installations) was basically a recreational activity. "So...." Kaili started awkwardly "...any predictions on what we'll find? Or is the future mostly just...requisition documents and those weird little polyhedral things...?" He asked, still unsure why Sith and Jedi alike seemed determined to store all their sensitive data on probably the most easily stolen thing possible. Hard to steal a whole sever farm. Then again, the space wizards were weirdly competent at doing things that rightly had no logical way of working. "...someone totally stole a sever farm in the Jedi's history. I'm looking that up when we get back to Kashyyyk."

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Bacu Topol"] [member="Nida Perl"]

Veino pulled the face mask of his armor above his mouth and the vision goggles down over his eyes, completely obscuring his face from the team he was riding with in the transports. He was in the first ship with Stazi and the Partisans, carrying some of their equipment and his own, but focusing on dispersing his own Force presence, diffusing it into the galaxy around him. So while at first he shone in the Force with a Light side presence, it quickly shrank to be barely noticeable. More a vague ambiance than anything else.

He tucked the lightsaber into its sheath at his side and checked the tibanna gas canisters for the blaster he carried. Enough for a fairly long gunfight if the need arose. He didn't anticipate it, but always better to be safe than sorry. He was, after all, the Saarai-Kaar of the Jensaarai, and was fluent enough in the Sith language, decently well-read in their ancient texts of philosophy, and trained in some of their less-evil abilities. It was the foundation for his order's armor-crafting skills.

The man nodded as Sol entered and returned to the cockpit. He was ready for the reversion and disembarkation. His primary goal was to hold off any Sith from the partisan unit while they completed their objective. But he was also there to recognize any crucial or relevant Sith intel that might be present.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Hyperspace to Wayland ​

Alongside: [member="Amea Virou"] + Frank​

Cockpit Glimmik Beats​

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"This is a lot of ships for an exploration venture..." Loske murmured, from within the comforts of her own S.S. Bruno. Wraith had got wind of the opportunity to go planetside with The Forcers, but had declined to tackle something else. Loske though, new to the whole Force thing herself, had elected to go in lieu of her squadron. Any further exposure to The Force meant she'd get closer to knowing how to use it as masterfully as her biological donors.

Still, she was a little nervous to go into it alone, and Cedric was limited in his abilities to venture across the stars what with the recent establishment of Essonian Coruscant. So, her former-now-once-again-friend had acquiesced to Loske's request for a companion into the void.

The music playing in the background was subdued in contrast to Frank's helpful preparative readings of what they could expect on the planet itself. Or, at least what were some documented expectations.

Ample local flora and fauna contribute to the lush landscape of the jungle-based planet. The most notable of predators are as follows...

Aviary - The Clawbird. Indigenous refer to this as the stana. It's diet primarily consists of flesh from corpses, and therefore is an excellent contributor to the ecosystem's composting efforts.

On the ground, you can expect to encounter packs of Garrals. Garrals appear almost identical to their genetical template, Mantessan panthacs, but larger. They have a speckled coat of gray fur along their backs, thick manes around their necks and shoulders, and long, tufted tails. Be careful on the landing, ultrasonic sounds attract their attention - such as the waves our repulsors emanate.


Accompanying Frank's verbal explanation of whatever he could source from documentation, were raw sketches from the folks that had submitted the original diaries. These rotated in blue, holographic forms, projected between the seats of the pilot and copilot.

 

[Amea Virou]

Nearby: [member="Loske Matson"]

The Hex had gotten in touch with Amea first. Archaeological dig, big numbers, Sith artifact. There was a small chance she could get out with it before anyone was the wiser, but upon seeing the sheer amount of souls involved in this there was no doubt that such a thing could prove difficult. Still, the price for information on the find was worth almost as much as the artifact itself was. Besides, she hadn’t gone at this alone. She had planned to, but by some peculiar twist of events it seemed that not too long after the Hex had been in touch, so had Loske.

Seemed odd at first, but given the presence Loske now held in the force that she had not held last time that Amea had met her, the Archaeologist found herself wondering why she would have decided to do such a thing. In reality the fact that Loske had done so would even mildly bother Amea to some extent, though she had decided to keep that much to herself since it meant that her idea of this dig and Loske’s idea of it weren’t necessarily the same. Amea had come to preferably keep something out of the hands of two sides that would be better off without it in their grubby hands. Why Loske went, well, that one she hadn’t quite figured yet either. People could always say the one thing and mean something else entirely.

So, a few of the bigger questions lingered when they had reverted to realspace.

“It’s too many.” Amea said as she ensured that she had everything that she needed. “They’re going to draw unwanted attention like this.”

With a lean over in her chair Amea redid the laces on her boots one last time before she sat up once more. Her hands began to pat against the pockets on her chest and stomach to ensure that she had brought the bare necessities with her. Small rations, medical equipment to take care of the more basic injuries. Broken and bruised bones happened, but anything including open wounds was more likely to turn you from a guest into a roommate than anything else.

“I have a bad feeling about all of this.” Amea eventually said and looked out the window as the check wrapped up. “This reeks of poaching, someone who will try to take this discovery from us and call it their own.”

“Or in this case, most likely just our lives.”

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Location: Wayland

A familiar voice broke through his meditation. [member="Griet van Vliet"] was someone he's worked with a few times now, and he was glad that the Jedi Master part of the team "I'll keep that in mind." The Jedi's particular skills were unique for a Jedi indeed, but Reggie liked that about the Master. Finding different methods that suit a Jedi is important, and it showed Reggie that he didn't need to have the same skills as the other Jedi. "We'll watch each other's backs if we do encounter a few enemies." The Padawan smiled with confidence, though his worry didn't disappear.

Reggie turned to [member="Kaili Brand"], feeling that his fellow Padawan was a bit agitated. "I'm glad you're here Kaili. We haven't worked together for awhile....well, at all really." Reggie chuckled at this. The two had trained together, but never actually went on a mission together.

The comfortable feeling Reggie felt among company disintegrated when the eerie feeling of the darkside was felt by the Padawan. He calmed himself with on quick breath, not allowing nervousness to turn into fear. The Padawan got up before answering his friend. "We'll probably find a few documents, maybe even some artifacts." And probably an upset Sith or two. "Do tell me what you find on the Sever farm when we get back. I'd be interested to hear what you find." Reggie gave one last smile before turning to group up with [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] in preparation. Time to see what awaits them.