We Take No Prisoners - Galactic Alliance Dominion of Kiffex/Kiffu

[Corey's OOC]

Post > 20
Enemies: [member="Darius"] and [member="Marcus Itera"]

Lucas didn’t work with a security net. He didn’t need it. There was Trin who seemed to have the knack for finding him wherever he went, but it seemed that she was not noticing he had left Coruscant in order to satisfy his bloodlust. Lucas was here to go to war, and he looked at the man as the saber came down on him.

What he wasn’t expecting, as the duel progressed, was the appearance of someone who was Force dead. Red saber and blue clashed, Lucas was gaining ground and losing it just as well. He would be doing his best to use the Force, his primary weapon, to throw harm at the Jedi, and would be hit with whatever the other would return.

When the blaster bolts came, though, that was a change. Lucas did his best to break from combat, looking at both the Jedi and the origin of the bolts. So, they needed two? He'd adjust and overcome.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: On the Black Mercury.
Objective: ????
Allies: He is Rogue Sith Lord. C'mon people.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Post: 1/20

The Phasma-Class infiltrator, the Black Mercury, slid into real space above Kiffu. The Stealth ship of Kentarch he used to get practically anywhere unnoticed. Yet suddenly the stealth systems had been disengaged, the weapons and shields powered down. The small ship drifted towards the Titania, as if the ship meant to dock on her. Inside there was no one save one person. Darth Kentarch. He set the controls to auto-pilot, a lesser known fact was that he could flt a spaceship worth a darn. Yet none the less he waited silently for the ship to get close enough to the Galactic Alliance Cruiser.

Finally after a few long moments he switched to an open communication channel to the Titania. "Attention Galactic Alliance vessel. I am a Sith Lord. Guilty of crimes against humanity and other civilizations of the galaxy. I have knowing and willingly commit experimentation of sentient beings, all of which being amoral, unethical, and unlawful. I have murdered Jedi and committed mass murder of an enclave of the Disciples of Twilight. I am guilty of war crimes which include the execution of unarmed Galactic Republic prisoners, political assassination, and espionage." He paused for a moment, letting everything he said sink in then continued. "My ships defenses are powered down, your scans will show you that. I am here to turn myself in."

He finished, then stepped away from the communicator. Taking a seat, he relaxed.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Post=4/20]​

The spaceport was crowded with every kind of sentient species and droid model that Nubica had ever heard of. The air was thick with spices and a dense melange of language. As the shuttle disgorged its passengers with nary a pretence of courtesy, they blended into the muddy stream of life as character befit: pushing, shoving, appealing for passage, or simply standing still and waiting for an opening.

Her Alliance partner, now clad in the snarling visage of a rancor racer, blended in perfectly.

They negotiated the crowd as gracefully as possible and chartered a hopper. There was no need to pass through security or to change currencies. All forms of credits were accepted here. After checking that her chip wasn't counterfeit, the driver swept them recklessly into the never-ending stream of traffic, provoking a dozen potentially fatal near-misses. Nubica kept her eyes and attention on the interior of the cab. Their mission was dangerous enough without worrying about everyday threats.

Hutts. A prime example of evolution in action. Corpulent and slug-like, their ancestors must have made easy prey on their original homeworld. But environmental catastrophe had forced them to become hardier in several ways at once, developing surprisingly powerful muscles beneath all their flab, and minds to match. They were the original niche dwellers and now formed the summit of the food chain.

And they were here to bring one down — but first they had to get close enough to do so.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="The Revenant"]

https://youtu.be/4R2aW03pwL0

"And this is why we don't wear capes!” Jacen shouted. Lines appeared on his forehead as he concentrated on holding the block of duracrete in places as he finished cutting through. He heaved to chunk through the air well away from the prisoners.

“We're here to help!” Jacen shouted down to the guards trapped. “Open the gates!”

There was a pause as the two terrified men looked to each other. Then they turned a key and pressed several buttons on the display. Two layers of gate slid over, accompanied by a blaring alarm. The soldiers who had accompanied them rushed into the yard as Jacen helped the men out of the reinforced house.

“Who's in charge?” Jacen asked. The rest of the prisoners in the yard were being subdued and out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the soldiers start to climb the tower.

“We haven't heard from the warden!” said one of the men as he was hefted up.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Surface of Kiffex | Exact Location Unknown
Objective: D - Handle Personal Business
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance
Post: [ 04/20 ]

"You're sad, aren't you?" the man asked. That simple question brought Lilin back to the reality and she understood just how easily the man was slipping away from her grasp. She was losing control over him and there seemed to be no way to prevent him from escaping. He'd already run away a few hundred metres.

"Oh kark..." she said as she looked at him. The man started running once again; she only stood still. Alright, there was nothing she could do anymore. But there was her father who would be able to get him.

He would make the criminal pray for his life.

 

[Choli Vyn]

1/20
Mah own objective!

Kiffex and Kiffu. They were a rather interesting bunch. With a squint, Choli Vyn would adjust her goggles, settling them nicely over her eyes. A thin scarf was wrapped around her lower face and around her neck, to keep the dust and debris out of her nose and mouth.

Well, this will be interesting...

Chloe said she had to experience worlds by herself at times. Really get out there. The stories of the Kiffu Guardians and the stories of Master Vos of days past interested her. Mainly, it was about the culture. The clans. The family.

Something she herself had a significant lack of information of.

So here she was -- hopefully, she could return to the Aurora with a little bit more knowledge.

 

[Khyon Drogo]

Location: Kiffex Prison Fortress
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: Prisoner scumbags | [member="Vittras Zerga"]

Spoiler

Front Gate

Perimeter:

Khyon was used to politics. His original stead had been as the chief bodyguard, third-hand to the Sheyf himself (second only to the main financial advisors and whatnot). When the original transmission came through addressing them he glanced warily to his men as the woman’s voice echoed in the cavernous stone room. Pretty words and dialect wasn’t something that would move the resolve of a warrior’s ambition or heart. This was their charge.

There was a lot of disgruntlement that went on among the guardians — mostly to do with the riot of prisoners in their cells. Things were becoming uneasy and while the massively muscled men and women were more than capable, their numbers were spread thin.

The ruckus never failed to cease — too many damned Force users wandering around how they please. A blip to a channel directed his attention from the chaos in his prisons, [member="Marcello Matteo"]’s voice coming through loud and clear.

At first, the warrior was frustrated - then his mouth curled into a snide grin and a chuckle emerged “This is only the continuation of your initiation, Khaareji*.”

A powerful hand gripped a staff, the master of Tera Kasi adjusting the shrug of his wrap around his dark armour. A group of men were clamoured about him — all equipped with the standard issued stun batons and blasters. The batons were varied in length, some had them attached at spear lengths whereas others were more confident with club-shaped handhelds. Equipped for both melee and a more uncivilized route. There had been a few times when they’d explored alternative weapon option when [member="Vittras Zerga"] was chief of weaponry, and it pained Khyon somewhat to see his brethren behind bars. It took a lot of resolve and mental prep to treat him like a prisoner, rather than a comrade. A student. Still, with that much evidence pointed at him, despite the lack of complete motive they’d had no choice but to wring him in. Many had a sour perspective toward him, wanting to climb behind the bars and remove his head from his shoulders. Zerga’s wife had been a beautiful sort, of mind and physique. A gentle breath that wasn’t common on this planet of warriors; like a desert flower. Anyways. She was gone now. Most likely at the hand of her own husband — a hand that was supposed to protect her, not slaughter her.

“There’s a friend here just for you. Looks like some dark magicks happening.”

With that, he disconnected the channel and gestured decisively to his immediate squadron before moving out into the maze of the prisons; “There’s enough room in the Stormvault for all these menaces to feel cozy. Let’s shut this down.”

Heavy steps lead to the perimeter, alerts buzzing here and there notifying the a second guard tower’s gates had been opened. “Seems the Alliance is making themselves right at home.” Khyon grumbled, pressing his palm print against a reading pad that scanned for his personal credentials in the twists of his flesh. This prison was as much a combination of cells as it was a city — it had its own generator separate from anything else on the planet, water reserves, food, entirely supplied for the Guardians to live in it and keep the prisoners alive to whatever circumstances necessary. Even if the instructions were to keep the bad guys on the brink of death — they were meticulous enough for that, too.

More messages came through, and as primary Guardian he could wait no longer for the Sheyf's instructions. He patched a message through to the Guard post that alerted the necessity for assistance. The instructions did not come from his voice, but rather fingers where the direction was clear -- corral and get everyone back into their cells with whatever force necessary.

Brutality could be the price for failure.





*Foreigner in Kiffar

 

[Thel Rhysode]

Kiffex / Kiffu | Atmosphere​

Live Life​

No Allies
No Enemies​

Post 05​

​

An unclassified unknown ship entered the atmosphere of Kiffex and Kiffu, making its way through the galaxy. The owner of this craft was not there for a clear reason -- all he needed from the place was a place to land so that he could get some rest for a while. According to his calculations, he had merely fifteen hours before he would have to leave. And that was the absolute maximum. He was in a hurry; he always was. But that didn't matter he had no time to spend on exploring. He loved seeing new worlds, even though he ended up visiting the majority of planets for a single second or a moment before having to move on.

That was the life of a chased person -- that was the life of him. And even though it was not easy to live life that way, he had grown used to that. And he couldn't have wanted a better life. He just had to live his life the way he wanted to, the way he was able to. And by so far, he had come to the understanding that there are no bonds, no restrictions. As long as one lived the right way, there was nothing to restrict them. Besides, in his case, the chaser, of course. It was the only restricting thing the boy had in his life.

But he had hope. Hope that one day, he would be able to get rid of that, to confront the evil which tried so hard to catch him. He wasn't ready for that yet, he never was. And that's what was the most difficult thing about all the running. He would never be able to get rid of the chaser on his own. And trying to do that would be too risky.

His ship landed on the plant of Kiffex and the first thing the boy did was sighing in relief.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Stormvault Prison, Messhall, Headed to Warden.
Allies: Prisoners
Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"] ?
Objective: A

“We haven't heard from the warden!”

No one had heard from the Warden in the prison but Kezeroth and his small band of aliens were gonna. Walking through the Messhall the group muscled their way through guardsmen and other prisoners. Taking a deep breath the Feeorin let the force flow into his very veins augmenting his body and strength. Hopefully it would be the only thing he would need on his way to kill the warden. Most of the inmates were captured by force sensitives and the over all relationship between the two was very lacking.

" There take that door ahead." Keze pointed to the door made of durasteel with a reinforced window the size of a Mandos Helm. Waving down a camera the group waited as the other inmates in the control room took care of the door from their side. As they waited a distant alarm could be heard.

" Da ban bacaka fa nan doi bu pahka." the Weequay spoke as he looked in the direction of the yard. Keze could not speak huttese but he understood it well enough.
" That problem wont stop me. Lets keep moving. OPEN THE KARKING DOOR!" Kezeroth screamed at the cameras knowing that the people in the comm room could open it. Within the next couple seconds the door opened for them and the carnage of melee started again.

Feeorin, Weequay, Wookie, Trandoshan and a Zabrak. The combined force was steam rolling through untrained opposition tossing those to got in the way to the side with broken limbs. So far the use of blasters was limited to none.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Enroute to the Titania
Objective: TBD
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"] (mayhaps)
[2/20]

Following a reluctant departure from [member="Kiskla Grayson"]'s side, Marcello had rather immediately made his way to his N-1T which R8 had running prior to his arrival. Just as the Jedi Master had cleared Kiffex's atmosphere, he received a coded, forwarded transmission. The message itself had come from the Titania...which prompted little more than an eye roll from the blonde Jedi Master. Reaching down to the avionics suite, Marcello changed the frequency of the left ear of his headset back to the main Command Repeater. Allowing himself to keep the tactical channel for operations on Kiffu in his right ear would, at least, keep him abreast of anything crazy happening.

Once he'd listened to the message from an individual claiming to be some terrifying Sith Lord that needed to be locked up for all eternity, Marcello regrettably cycled off the tactical frequency assigned to operations on Kiffu and went over to Fleet Tactical. At the same time, his left hand flew over the navigation multi-function display plotting a new orbital intercept course for the Titania. "Titania, Echo Foxtrot Four Mike Sierra, on inclination for orbital intercept." A simple message, his radio callsign was enroute to the Titania for rendezvous. Please don't shoot. Marcello activated the transponder that he loathed using just in case.

As the Interceptor rocketed along its intended course, Marcello reached out to the one mind that he could find across impressive distances, every time. I'm heading to the Fleet. Something has come up. Tell Khyon... Nah. Kiskla wasn't really part of their continuous inside jokes. Nevermind. The trip to the Titania would take a little bit. In the meantime, he trusted the military officers onboard would initiate steps to disable the alleged Sith's vessel, claims of compliance be damned. If it were him, he wouldn't bother tractoring it onboard any Alliance vessel.

An assault shuttle designed for boarding operations would be a better bet, crewed by a single team to engage in negotiations. If things went bad, blow it out the sky. Better to lose a squad of Alliance troops and their appointed negotiator than, potentially, an entire capital class vessel.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: On board Titania, command bridge
Objective: Apprehend the Sith
Allies: [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Post: 5/20

"Blast him out of the sky!" captain Drenall yelled as soon the Sith's message was recieved, but the order fell to deaf ears. Chief of State had precedence, in the absence of Nemo Ven; her word was the last order. Caita rubbed her round chin and blinked, then turned her attention to Thanewulf who still sat in captain's chair like she owned the place. Opportunities presented themselves at strangest of times, but the Alliance wasn't going to miss any. Xan was too, like Tionne, curious about the Sith. She wanted to learn how they came to be and what motivated them to follow such a dark path. The Sullustan wanted to know why someone would willingly endorse such a regressive social order; other the Sith, there was no true progress, no civil rights or positive science. In Caita's mind, it was a suboptimal form of society which needed an external threat for its wheels to even turn.

"And forgo a chance to converse with a living, breathing Sith Lord?" Caita said, then glanced at Tionne again - "Especially when we have our most valuable mentalist on board? Who knows what we might find out?"
The Bothan liked the idea of a Jedi sitting in his seat less and less with every passing moment. Xan nodded to Thanewulf, curious to see how the Hapan would handle the situation.

"The ion cannon." the redhead said, eyeing Caita with the corner of her eye - "Disable his engines."
One precise shot disabled the propulsion system of the infiltrator, turning it into a motionless target.
"Hail the Sith."

Once the visual comm was turned on, Tionne straightened herself in the captain's chair, her face an expressionless ode to symmetry.
"I am Tionne Thanewulf of the Galactic Alliance. Your ship is in our territorry now. Surrender peacefully and I assure you will stand fair trial for your crimes. The penalty most certainly will be your untimely death, but I am not at liberty to dispense it for I would be no different than those we stand against. Prepare to be boarded."

The visual link was terminated before the Sith had time to respond. Another transmission was breaking through a familiar channel. A ginger brow was quirked.

"Master Matteo, just in time!" Xan chirped when her clawed finger pressed against the comm button - "You'll meet Jedi Knight Thanewulf in the docking bay. Take an assault shuttle and a strike team, then apprehend the Sith Lord."

How in the name of the Force did Caita know the Sith was coming, if none of the Jedi were able to sense him? The Sullustan female kept surprising Tionne in the strangest ways possible.
"Wait, you knew the Sith was coming?" the redhead inquired as she rose from her seat to stand.
Xan chuckled wholeheartedly, her spies clearly doing a very good job - "Well, they are not that invisible, you know."

"What happens if these negotiations you have planned fail, your Excellency?" asked the Bothan commander, still not seeing a single reason why the infiltrator was not to be immediately destroyed.
"Then blast them from the sky." Xan replied. Pretty bold, to sacrifice a Jedi Master and a Knight for a mere prospect of gaining more information on the Sith.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: On the Black Mercury.
Objective: ????
Allies: He is Rogue Sith Lord. C'mon people.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Post: 2/20


Kentarch waited. And wondered what was taking so long. Finally after waiting for an hour the communicator came to life and someone had the usual demands and stated to prepare to be boarded. Finally. Kentarch did not move from his seat, he did not bother to respond to the GA ship. No the Sith Lord waited.

[member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Khyon Drogo"], other Hounds
Enemies: Prisoners, [member="Vittras Zerga"] (for now)
Post: 4/20

"It's not a cape, it's a robe!" He shouted back, swinging low at another prisoner with a kick. Enough force to knock their feet out from beneath them, a well placed telekinetic blast sent them flailing from the roof top with a thud that smacked and bounced from the ground. Standing, he looked back to see the hole in the roof becoming something actually usable. Jacen communicating with the men within, Gabriel heard the wail of the front gate and the clap of footsteps far exceeding the disorganization of the riots below. Like instruments suddenly aligned to the proper tune, he could put two and two together.

"Warden..." He said with an eyebrow raised, looking out from the tower and back down towards the men within the guard station. The subtle hints of a command came in through the command tower, origin unknown, as Gabriel looked back towards the Jedi Marshall and then back towards the metropolis of the prison. If this was but a hint of what was to come, Gabriel couldn't discern whether he was antsy or nervous for what lied before him. As Wrath, he had been privy to far more difficult circumstances. But since his arrival on Sullust, he had taken to a more humble and reasonable approach. He no longer felt godly.

"Something gives me the sense that we are about to have a good deal more help..." He winced and raised his a hand to above his eyes, haphazard visor for the sun. The Hounds weren't meant for this abrupt line of work. They were the pin prick that drove directly to the heart, not the hammer that pounded at the gates. They couldn't sustain a fight in such a manner, not with such minimal staff. Granted, the GDAF could support where they could support, but at the end of the day, they worked beneath the commands of the Masters that led the vanguard. "And I suspect we'll need it." He turned back to Jacen. "Any word on the Warden? You have access into the prison?"

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Location: Titania
Objective: Chit Chat
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"]
3/20

Marcello arched a curious eyebrow from beneath the visor of his flight helmet at the response he eventually received from the Titania. The name Thanewulf did not immediately register as an individual he'd ever had occasion to interact with. Beyond that, it would be quite a feat to already know the names of every member of the Galactic Alliance that held some element of command over the Force. The Jedi Master merely sent a double mic click by way of reply as he continued his approach.

As the time for his final approach to the massive vessel neared, Marcello momentarily gave the control over to R8. While the droid piloted the interceptor through its initial approach profile, the Jedi Master pulled a datapad out of his jacket pocket, not having had time or reason to change into a flightsuit. Briefly, he scrolled through certain elements of information that he had accrued over the years during his former time with the Republic's Intelligence apparatus. The information he searched had nothing to do with their guest or the Sith in general.

Once he'd located the information he was looking for, Marcello stored the datapad and resumed the controls from R8. Inside of ten minutes, the black and blue N-1T nesteld onto the durasteel deck of the Titania. Leaving the droid to handle shutting down systems and finishing the post-flight, Marcello opened the canopy and quickly jumped down to the deck. As he adjusted his brown jacket, glacier-blue eyes scanned the docking bay for this...Thanewulf.

The small gathering of troopers next to an assault shuttle was a pretty good clue. The light-sided presence that pushed gently against his sould amid the growing darkness in the area of the Titania was a better clue. "Knight Thanewulf, I presume?" Wasting little time, Marcello motioned for her to walk with him onboard the shuttle, part of him hoping she might have more information about the Sith.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Objective: Prison
Allies: GA
Enemies: Unknown

Almost as if on cue, somewhere in the prison the ceiling crumbled along with a muffled explosion. The small team fell through the hole one by one, blasting everything in the room that moved.

"Clear."
<Clear.>

Mordecai paused as information came over their coms. The message came up on his HUD as text as well, in Mando'a of course. He rolled his eyes in minor annoyance. He really needed to change that text setting...

NEW OBJECTIVE: SUPPORT GALACTIC ALLIANCE UNIT - THE HOUNDS

"Alright, you all saw the message. We find these Hounds and shoot who they're shooting. We'll pick up the target once the prison has calmed down a bit." They nodded curtly, weapons relaxed. Mordecai took point. Inside the prison was surprisingly spacious for a meximum security prison. His foot slammed into the durasteel door twice, the first kick warping the metal and the second sending it into the wall across the hall. It startled the prisoners on the other side, the door catching one of them and knocking him out on impact. The other fell to a flurry of blue as the stun bolts flew into his chest.

It wouldn't be long until the band of Mandalorians met up with the Hounds

[member="The Revenant"] [member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"] [member="Khyon Drogo"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 1 of 20
Objective: BYOO - Guard the Shuttle!
Location: Kiffu
Allies (Elsewhere): [member="Darius"]

The electrical storms made HoloNet play impossible.

No sooner would he log into World of Build-a-Bear Knights when static interruption or signal interference would cause the server to drop him. Frowning, the small Mandalorian boy found himself unceremoniously kicked from the queue for the fourth time in a row before he finally tucked the small HoloBoy game pad away. Legs kicking idly, his feet dangling over the side of one of the cockpit seats, the youngling looked up through the transparisteel canopy into the beautiful interplay of atmosphere and electricity that was transpiring overhead.

The diminutive clone of Jango Fett still wore the two-tone blue tunic of juvenile clone cadets. It was the uniform of the Grand Army of the Republic, not seen since the days of the Clone Wars more than eight hundred years prior. A scout blaster pistol was secured against his right hip, his short stature making the hold-out weapon look more akin to a full size weapon.

Most people probably would have thought it odd for a youngling to carry a blaster. But, as a clone, 3X744 had been born with a gun in hand and a singular mission to defend the Republic.

Except the Republic didn't exist anymore.

At least, not that Republic. It had become the Galactic Empire. And about a dozen or hundred dozen governments in between.

So where did that leave a soldier of yesterday's wars?

Right now, it left him guarding where they'd parked, as the boy waited for his new Jedi Commander to return.

Darius had said they'd go to a McYoda's on their way back to Sullust, and the young clone was already deep into planning what he was going to order.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: En route to Sith vessel
Objective: Apprehend the Sith
Allies: [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Post: 6/20

"Master Matteo." Tionne greeted, upon elevating her gaze to correct for the staggering difference in height - "You are just in time. Please follow me."
Thanewulf was still clad in the same ivory coloured gown in which she addressed the people of Kiffex and their regent, having no time to slip into clothes more appropriate for the mission at hand. Who would've thought a Sith would show up out of the blue, literally serving himself on a silver platter? Tionne did not expect the day to unfold the way it did. On the other hand, Xan knew more than she was willing to share in a private briefing with the Hapan Knight. The infiltrator was picked up by long-distance scanners a while ago, but the Sullustan opted to keep it a secret from the Jedi. Instead, she summoned Matteo and let the Sith deep into Alliance territory.

"Our sensors picked up a trail of an unidentified vessel en route from Belgaroth, in Sith space. Thankfully, stygium leaves a signature within quantium subfield our engineers were able to analyze later. We suspect ship belongs to Sith Assassins." the red-haired Jedi debriefed as they entered the shuttle together with a small strike team of troopers, the door closing behind them with a loud hiss.

"From what my logic dictates, this is probably a trap. Orders are to blast the ship from the sky if Sith attempts anything. Titania has no proper containment unit for Force-users, but prison fleet of Kiffex does. We can't possibly bring a Sith Lord to the same ship where our Chief of State resides. I entrust you to take care of the transport details once we bring him in."

Once they were out of Titania's hangar bay and began covering the short distance between cruiser and infiltrator, Tionne drew closer to the golden-maned Jedi Master, but kept silent. Her hand rested on the side of her thigh, where her lightsaber was strapped, covered by the skirt of her dress.

"Xan knew about this long before we did. She allowed the Sith to travel this far into our territory. For what purpose, I have no idea." the Hapan messaged across the Force, not willing to share her doubt in Xan's moves with men who served as their entourage. A few short minutes later, shuttle docked with the Sith vessel, the hatch between two ships open so that two Jedi and a handful of soliders would board the infiltrator. The inside of the Sith ship was dark, red light illuminating the way to the command room. There was no sign of the Sith Lord, not yet.

"After you, Master Jedi." Tionne beckoned, then made sure her Force signature was subdued to the point where even a very attuned Force user would be able to pick it up. Nothing in her appearance or demeanor revealed she was too, like Marcello, a Jedi.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Some place, somewhere
Objective: D - Not suck at being Space-Dad
Allies: [member="Darius"]
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Post: 1/20

The beacon had been lit rather explicitly, and it had taken Julius all of maybe four or five minutes to respond to it. Just the amount of time it took to check the Vanguard armor he wore to the more heavy engagements like this one over- holster his MP1 and warm up the Silk-6 speeder bike he had been lovingly repairing the past few weeks. Oddly enough, the original owner had declined it returned, even if restored, for some reason. Apparently it had been stolen from him by the trandoshan who Julius had 'borrowed' it from, and when the original owner was contacted, he had consented to let Julius keep it for a pittance, as he had already replaced it with another one. Apparently trade in exotic bird feathers was a booming business by that logic - given it was the mans occupation - and Julius made note to check into offering the Turhaya as a courier to the man at a later date.

Never the less, Space Dad had shown this time, gunning the engines to his bike and soaring from the shuttle. This had become a habit of his lately with the young [member="Darius"], his Padawan learner. The time was drawing near to drop the 'Padawan' bit, Julius felt. And so more and more often he would send the lad as an advance guard, with what intel they had. See how he operated without a safety net in place so to speak. The scenery blurred by, his warden cloak fluttering rather dramatically in the whipping wind, simple speeder pilot goggles protecting his eyes and such, as well as a small rebreather standard to Jedi the galaxy over, keeping him from gulping too much air as it was hurled against his face. More and more that he did this, the more and more comfortable he felt with the bike really.

Reaching the location of the nav beacon, he did not jump off dramatically and charge in saber blazing. No, that wasn't how to go with [member="Darius"] looking on. He merely parked his bike and began his ascent into the building where his Padawan was currently being outclassed and smacked around it would seem - by the beacon anyway. There was even a laughable moment where he beeped the control wand to the speeder, locking the ignition protocols with a faint *beep beep*... Yes, Julius had just effectively locked the doors on his speeder bike in what could easily be described as an active domestic war zone.

Walking into the dwelling, he eyed the situation, grunting a bit, but again made no discernible move to join the fight. If need be, he could ignite his blade and intercept a blow within mere seconds. Something [member="Darius"] never grasped with his tendency to strength over Julius own preference for speed, precision, and finesse, was the minimalist philosophy. The right amount of Force tricks applied just so without too little or much strength, in just the right moment, was much more effective in the long run. Not that [member="Darius"] had a flawed style, just a different approach that Julius had done his best to augment the strengths of, and mitigate weaknesses. That was what a Master did, ideally anyway. They didn't form a Padawan from nothing. They looked for the innate spark, and how the glow of the embers or kindling started, and breathed life into the learner until it become a flame all it's own. To be less poetic - you enhanced what was there... You didn't make anything, really.

"Boy, didn't I tell you about hitting buttons on that comm? Get yourself together and deal with this joker so we can get a bite to eat, i'm starving and this planet is supposed to have an awesome little soup joint down the road, good lentil bowls, just the right amount of spice."

To all appearances, Julius had just wandered into a light verbal disagreement and was disgruntled it might delay his meal. Not having wandered in to find his padawan- his son as he thought of him - getting his hindquarters kicked and face rearranged by a Sith. Nor did he seem in a rush to charge in and overpower the Acolyte really. Already the mind Marasun had trained all those years ago was rolling, thinking, contemplating and evaluating the prospective enemy threat. The muscles and body of the swordsman were taut, ready for action at any point, calm radiating from him in the Force, his outward appearance one of a particular bored man waiting for a beer at a bar. Since his episode of drunken insanity earlier when he had acquired his red speeder bike, and subsequently realized Darius was fast pacing to become a Jedi Knight in his own regard, Julius had sharpened up, so to speak, ready and willing to get back to business. But he was still going about that aforementioned business in his own...unique.... way it would seem. Some things never changed.

 

[Vittras Zerga]

Location: The Stormvault, a maximum security prison, Trostlos Waste, Kiffex
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Kezeroth the Unyielding"]
Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="The Revenant"]
Post: 7/20

Vittras eyed the Feeorin, trying to figure out why he seemed so familiar. And than it struck him; he was one of the prisoners from the ward where they kept Force-sensitives, in cells where walls were home to ysalamiri. If Kiffu Guardians were to storm the prison, they would contain them first. Staying in Kezeroth's vicinity meant being shot at first and captured first. The Kiffar assesed the situation quickly, then decided to wave his savior goodbye.

"The Warden can wait." he murmured as he watched the Feeorin progress forward through the mess hall. Zerga glanced up at the roof and the sounds of shuttles wailing from above. The containment team had arrived, together with small band of Jedi.

Despite being untrained, Vittras felt their despicable presence through several feet of concrete. His self-preservation mechanisms kicked in, heightening his senses and increasing his level of alertness. If he was to act, it had to be quick. A thousand thoughts swarmed in his mind in one moment, distilling into a single plan in the next.
"The armory." he grunted, then turned on his heel and darted towards the room that held weaponry prison guards were comissioning every day. It came as no surprise to see it was already raided, half of the lockers empty. One was intact still. Zerga smashed it open, revealing a long sniper rifle the guards were use to dispose of those who somehow managed to escape and traverse into the desert.

Vittras mounted it on his back, then stashed his pockets with batteries. One charge was simply not enough for all the people he aimed to kill. A few moments later, he was on his way towards the top of the building, to gain high ground over the atrium in the mess hall. From the vantage point on one of the ledges he could get a clear shot of anyone who was trying to enter Stormvault from above. The Kiffar lay flat on his stomach and gently lay on the body of the sniper gun, leaning over to take aim. His hands were trained to be steady; Zerga was easily the best marksman among Kiffu Guardians. Two males appeared on his scope, clad in armor he recognized. Dogs of the Alliance.

"Gorram Khaareji..." Vittras whispered when he caught sight of a man with graying hair, cerulean eyes narrowing. Without a moment's thought, Zerga pressed the trigger and sent a flying bolt of energy towards [member="The Revenant"], man who would become his master, friend and ally.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Kiffu

A planet she'd not visited since the funeral of her late Master Diana Moridena. Avalore remembered the day with terrifying clarity and a frightening amount of subjective emotion. The woman had been young, relatively speaking, when as a Jedi Master she'd given in to the pain of her own days and her own fight against the Darkside. Avalore had not witnessed her self-treachery and suicide on the battlefield, but she wanted to believe what they told her.

She did it to stop a Sith.

She did it to keep herself from further corruption.

She did it for the Order.

They hadn't known Diana as well as she felt she had. Hadn't lived with the woman, talked or listened to her the way she did. Seen the Master in the same frame. Avalore remembered long nights filled with quiet conversation at the Sanctuary on Cato Neimoidia. She remembered strained lessons of the Jedi Code from the mouth of a woman who could not longer fully support it when it had failed to support her in her time of need. Avalore remembered the world-weary expression on Diana's face when she spoke of the goodness in people when most of the people of the Order could no longer recognize the goodness in her.

She had a heart stashed away beneath the same terrible spikes she'd adorned her lightsaber hilt with. A warmth hidden beneath the cold metallic exterior of her armor.

If only someone other than a pregnant, nobody Jedi Healer could have seen it.

"Maybe she'd still be here..."

Avalore's life seemed to be filled with maybes. What ifs. Could-haves, would-haves, should-haves. Regret was a notion hard to deny with her past so quickly filling the viewscreen of her transport. The little settlement out on the fringes of the world of Kiffu looked completely unchanged and she hoped with all she could that the people were, too.

[member="Sopher"] Jacobs