We Will Not Forgive | First Order Invasion of Silver Jedi Order Held Ossus Hex

[Progflaw99]

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"Cry 'Havoc!', and let slip the dogs of war".​

~Mark Antony​

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Deep in the Outer Rim located in the Auril sector rest the planet of Ossus, unknowingly awaiting the fiery embrace of war near to be unleashed upon it. To those residents of Ossus, civilian and Jedi alike, it was likely no different than any other night - at least by appearances. Relatively close, nearer to the world of Vorzyd V however, a different sort of darkness lurked. For weeks the First Order had been planning, organizing, and figuring out how to go about raining their final destruction on the battered world of Ossus. The result of that planning now was in motion.

An organization wrought in military conquest and face to face engagements with the might of the Galactic Alliance had both sharpened and hardened the First Order’s military corps, but those had been conventional struggles. Battles fought fleet against fleet, army against army, man against man. This was different. Hundreds, even thousands of planets spanned the distance between even the most frontier worlds of the First Order and Ossus. Logistics would have been a nightmare for any conventional fighting force, any major fleet would require numerous resupplies throughout the tedious journey. The newly founded accord between the Galactic Alliance and the First Order precluded them from even attempting to cut across Alliance patrolled space - they’d been slated for a long distance affair from the start.

That didn’t matter now - so close to their objective and yet one more distance to cross - this one unaided by the propulsion of engines. The strike force wasn’t large, at least not nearly as large as their battle fleets had been during the battles above Mustafar and Hoth. Not a hammer or cudgel - this was something different, something decidedly more dangerous.
Man is and always has been a consumer, the world of Vorzyd V a testament to the greed and filth of of the galaxy. A major production center for the sector and a world with many lavish casinos, it was exactly what the strategic planners were looking for. With decadence and wealth came a crucial component - waste. What was once waste could be salvaged for a number of purposes, the beings of Skor II basing their entire planet around the operation of salvage or Belgaroth which operated much the same. Debris was common around these planets, an almost natural explanation for the ruse about to be deployed. Perhaps more notably than the debris were hunks of rock, varying minerals floating in the void of space. Some large as capital ships, others small enough to fit in the cockpit of a starfighter, they had all been put into motion with a singular purpose.

In synchronized fashion the strike fleet had disengaged their engines and cut all but the most crucial of systems, lowering the internal temperatures of their vessels to a chilly degree. In the troop bays the soldiers could see their breaths as they waited silently. Concealed by an in motion field of debris and collected space rocks, the ships had launched themselves at full speed until - they would ride the remainder of the journey full ballistic. The lead asteroids were large enough to conceal several squadrons of fighters each, carefully locked in place inside craters, waiting powered won for their moment to emerge. Like an angry swarm of bees they would unleash hell upon any and all assets of the Silver Jedi Order upon their arrival.
“Speed, Surprise, and Violence of Action”

It was this doctrine that had defined centuries, even millennia of war.. And it was about to be unleashed upon the world of Ossus like never before. First the screen of asteroids laden with fighter craft, following close behind a hodgepodge of fast and agile corvettes, frigates, and several cruisers. On sensors they might merely look like a wandering field of space debris, asteroids and hunks of space junk - something not uncommon to the void. Silently they traveled towards their objective, each vessel time synced with each other, each pilot nervously watching his wrist chrono for the designated time. When the time came, they would be ready to act.

In the same moment another force, smaller still, descended upon the planet of Kuthlis. Unlike Ossus, wanton destruction and the razing of the planet were not the goal. Instead, something more subtle - something more sinister.

For centuries the Stenax, a violent race of what could only be described as demon-like creatures had lived and settled upon the surface of the world. Almost a millenia ago, the Stenax had encountered their first taste of Imperialist duplicity - killing the Imperial Governor Quorl Matrin and initiating a purge of all non-Stenax. Who is to say what their situation is now - though anti-imperial is most likely. This task had been laid at the feet of the Supreme Leader’s own Order of Ren.

A weakness had been discovered, for in the ancient annals of history it was discovered the that Stenax were not mindless murderers and in fact worshipped the god known as Vol - or rather a statue they believed to be the very avatar of Vol on their world. Controlling or possessing the statue alone would grant them no power, however if the Stenax thought that the statue was their god, and their god gave them an opportunity for expansion or power, they just might consider it.

It was a small piece of the much larger operation, but one no less critical to its success. The final piece of the puzzle rest at the crossroads of the Parlemian Trade Route and the Mara Corridor. The Parlemian Trade Route was a well travelled hyperspace lane, tying the bulk of the Silver Jedi Order home worlds to the Core - The Mara Corridor much the same but stretched across the Mid Rim, eventually terminating near the infamous Corellian Run. He who controlled the crossroads controlled a large portion of what came in and out of the Silver Order’s worlds. Control required power, and power required presence - neither of which the First Order held in spades on the far side of the galaxy. Unlucky for the Jedi, control wasn’t the objective. It would become evident in their fleet composition and the very posture they would take in the opening moments of the assault.

Every vessel bearing an official Silver Jedi Order transponder or bearing the mark of of their Order would be put to the flame. Military vessels would be eliminated on principle, civilian vessels however would be quarantined - boarded and searched. Those under employ or contract of the Silver Order would have their cargo confiscated and their ships scuttled - sans their pilots and escape pods. Interdiction fields would be established, mines laid. One way or another they would either forcibly prevent travel along those routes or make them far too dangerous for any sane freighter to traverse.

The journey to their shoving off point had been long and arduous but now they were on the final stretch. Silently they traveled towards their targets, soldiers checking their weapons in the dim emergency lighting of their holds, fighter pilots checking their wrist chrono’s waiting for the time hack, officers waiting for the order. It had been long coming - Sieger’s retribution. They hadn’t forgotten how the Silver Jedi Order had thrown their lot in with the Galactic Alliance above the skies of Bespin and Hoth, nor how they’d fought against them on the molten crust of Mustafar. They hadn’t forgotten, and more importantly - they would not forgive.

First Order Staff:​

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]​

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]​

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Silver Jedi Order Staff:​

[member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]​

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Audren Sykes"]​

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First Order Allies:

1. [member="Adron Malvern"]
2. [member="Darth Saarai"]
3. [member="Jairdain"]
4. [member="Venthis Zambrano"]
5. [member="Leliana"]

Silver Jedi Order Allies

1. [member="Aela Talith"]
2. [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
3. [member="Lily Kuhn"]
4. [member="Veiere Arenais"]
5. [member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Aela Talith]

Ossus - Jungles
Allies: SJO
Enemies: FO

The jungles of Ossus were something that had always calmed her.

She had first come here as a child, before the One Sith had risen, before the galaxy broke out into it's second great war in this age. Things had been calmer then, much calmer. Her father had taken her here to meet with Jedi Master Seraphina Shel'tah. She barely remembered the event, though her father had told her many times that she'd entertained herself by training some of the nerfs the Jedi kept for sustenance here. It was only a vague memory, but as she wandered the small worn path she couldn't help but smile.

The second time she'd ventured here had been years later and on her own volition. It was on this occasion that she had met the Silver Jedi's then Grandmaster; Thurion Heavenshield. The man had caught her sneaking around the Temple, following a group of Padawans who were being introduced to the Temple itself.

Aela remembered that confrontation quite well, mostly because it had also been one of the first time in her life she'd ever told a lie. A small smile touched her lips as the thought of the memory, though it quickly fluttered away as the events of the previous weeks weighed back down upon her. Unconsciously she touched the burn upon her thigh, her fingers rushing over the cloth covering her leg for just a moment before she realized what she was doing and jerked her hand away. The Jedi Master's fingers tightened slightly, drawing into a fist before slowly she shook her head.

Slowly Aela made her way towards a small clearing on the side of the path.

Ossus had always had a calming effect on her.

The Jungles reminded her of both Borleias and Onderon, two places she had always felt incredibly safe. She'd come here particularly for that reason, and even though recent conflict had taken place here Aela hoped she would at least be able to linger in peace for a little longer.

If only for a day or two.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Location: Ossus - Aegis Base/Jedi Temple
Allies: SJO - [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
Opposition: None yet

The toe of Valae’s boot bumped against a piece of rubble on the ground. Glancing down, she spotted the jagged stone – once part of the Jedi Temple here on Ossus. Her gloved hand wrapped around the stone, and she held tightly in her palm. She could only imagine the terror that had taken place here. Ossus had recently played host to a party of very unwelcome guests – Sith. Their temple had been desecrated and burned. It was once a shining symbol of peace, but now it was quite a sad sight. Valae’s grip on the rock slackened, and it fell back to the ashy ground.

The damage was done.

As she had been away during the attack, she had come to survey the damage for herself – and she did so as the newly minted Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order. It was a title that she didn’t think she would ever get used to. It was a position held by many great Jedi throughout the years; including her own master, [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]. Needless to say, it was an honor to serve the Order. But the shock and disbelief had not left her quite yet.

Her mind began to drift back to the last time she saw the former Grandmaster, [member="Arisa Yune"]. The two friends had shared a rather uncomfortable conversation. It had ended with Arisa resigning from the Order, and Valae reluctantly accepting the responsibility to lead the Order in her stead. There were now tiny cracks in what had been a solid friendship. Valae wasn’t angry, it just wasn’t in her nature -- but that’s not to say she wasn’t upset or hurt. She hadn’t wanted to watch one of her closest colleagues and friends leave in such a manner. It was an absence that was greatly felt by members of the Silver Jedi, and by Valae, too.

Chestnut eyes blinked hard.

“Sorry…” She offered an apologetic smile to her companions, “Caught up in my thoughts.”

With her today was Stephanie Swail, a promising padawan and Valae’s own apprentice. And also present was Master Josh DragonsFlame, a long-time member of the Order and a new addition to the Silver Assembly Council.

She had to admit, It was eerie to see the temple in such a state, shadowed as it was. Most of the occupants had been safely evacuated during the attack, and all that remained now were trained Jedi. Still, the temple seemed like a hollow shell. Archives had been purged, and what artifacts that had been left behind were now in safekeeping elsewhere. But Aegis base was still active, and the Antarian Rangers were alert. Everyone was a bit on edge, but they were steadily preparing for the possibility of future attacks. True, it was not the most uplifting of nighttime strolls, but she had to put on a brave face.

“We can fix this.” Valae said, nodding. “We’ll manage - we always do.”

Spoiler

As mentioned in the ooc thread:

Ossus Planetary Defenses (This Does Not Include Fleeting/Ground Deployments)

• System Monitoring
  Sowa Recon Drone (2)
• SIARC Probes

• Orbit
  Mine Fields
  Type B Mine
• Type C Mine

[*]Planetary Shield
[*]Ossus-class Shield Gate (8)
[*]Shield Generator (Knossa)

• Backup Generator

[*]Knossa
[*]Shield Carrier (SSV Kappa) Above City and Spaceport (Currently Deactivated while planetary shield is up)
[*]Nebel-class Frigate (SSV Luxanna) Above City for detecting stealthed objects entering airspace.
[*]Anti-Air

• 40mm Vespa Autoripper Turrets
• Hawk Mobile Energy Torpedo Launchers
• Hwach MLRS

[*]Cyber/EWAR
[*]Hydra Mesh Networking Program
[*]Mithril Security Software
[*]Tranquility Sensor Jammer
[*]Nebel-class Frigate (SSV Lumen) Above Aegis for detecting stealthed objects entering airspace.
[*]Theater Shield
[*]Anti-Air (replacing Firemane emplacements)

• V-150 Planet Defender Ion Cannon (1)
• 40mm Vespa Autoripper Turrets
• Hawk Mobile Energy Torpedo Launchers
• Hwach MLRS

[*]Cyber/EWAR
[*]Hydra Mesh Networking Program
[*]Mithrill Security Software
[*]Tranquility Sensor Jammer
[*]Cyclone Bombers
[*]Devastator Assault Gunships
[*]Phenex Interceptors
[*]Talon Starfighters
[*]Ossus Praxeum/Aegis Base
[*]Terrestrial Air Force

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Ossus (Aegis Base/Jedi Temple)
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Stephanie Swail"]
Opposition: None Yet
Objective: Assist Grandmaster Kitra

War was not something he thought he would partake in again.

And yet, once again the Sith had brought the war to them. The Jedi Master, now much older than he had been during his last war... Stared down at what remained of the Ossus Temple, and saw that perhaps... Now was the time war would be necessary. Josh was a warrior, make no mistake about it. But he was not a man that would immediately move to battle, if he could help it. But... When there was no room for diplomacy... The only option was battle. He stared down at the stones, and all that could be seen in his expression was a deep sadness... He had been to the Ossus Temple many times, when he was younger. When he was a Jedi Master on the Republic's Jedi Council, without a care in the world besides just helping people and making the galaxy a better place. Long before he was forced to take off the rose tinted glasses and see the galaxy for what it was.

But this place held memories... It saddened him to see it in this state. The Sith had done this... And they would pay for it.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the words of Grandmaster [member="Valae Kitra"] as he would look back at her, staring a moment as he realized she seemed to be just as upset about this whole thing as he was. He didn't speak a word, as he walked toward the newly minted Grandmaster. She had been kind enough to grant Arisa Yune's request that she had parlayed prior to her departure for him to be brought onto the Silver Assembly, and he was grateful for it. At the same time, he knew what she was most likely going through, being thrust into this position... It was all too familiar to him. All he could offer... Was support. Support he wished he'd had when he was in the exact same shoes she walked in now.

The Jedi Master would place a hand on her shoulder, looking her in the eyes and giving a weak, but heartfelt and sincere smile in reassurement. This was not the Josh of old, there was no flirtation in his eyes, no mischief... His expression spoke of empathy, hoping in some way that she'd know that he understood. And that he wanted to help.

"We'll be fine" He spoke softly. And then that smirk, that cheeky, signature smirk, finally found it's way across his lips. "We might not have the power to magically make allies out of our enemies really quickly, but you were elected Grandmaster for a reason... I'm sure you can get us through this."

He had sent calls to his Padawans [member="Douglas Starwind"] and [member="Dusaro Dresari"] to assist if they were able, though had relayed instructions to be sure to just provide cover to the Grandmaster's party should the Force Users of the Sith arrive. They were not to engage the lightsaber wielders if they could help it. They weren't ready yet. But their strength would be useful against their troops...

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: Ossus - Aegis Base
Allies: SJO - [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
Enemies: FO

"I love you, now and beyond," he ended his conversation with [member="Coci Heavenshield"] via holo-link, transmitting all the way to Midvinter where she remained with their youngest. It had not been a decision taken lightly, choosing to join the fight for Ossus and neighboring star systems. While the pair had long since hung up their lightsabers, one never truly leaves the life of a Jedi. It was his sense of duty that commanded Thurion to take up arms once more in the name of the Silver Jedi Order - an order he had fought for his entire grown life by this point. In the end, this would be but just another battle on his decades-long list of accolades - that was not the reason why he was there.

The hologram of Coci and Thirdas flickered before cutting out entirely, and Thurion took to focusing on the considerable task at hand.

Stowing the holo-link back on his person, his gaze dropped to the Valkyri blade in his hand. How many evil men and foul creatures had he slain using this sword? All these years and barely a scratch upon its gleaming surface, didn't matter how many gallons of blood they spilled. If only he could say the same for himself. His right hand reached for the whetstone and began trailing down along the edge of the phrik blade, though it did little to improve its sharpness; never once had it lost its edge, so perhaps he did it more for himself than anything else.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," he sighed and got up from where he sat against the wall, having kept away from view and out of the way of the military personnel running about the place. The sword slid back into its scabbard at his side, and reaching into his pack he pulled out a bundle of cloth. Unfolding it, countless memories flooded back to him, good and bad, along with a familiar scent. "My old friends..." His Jedi robes and his lightsaber, untouched since his retirement from years back.

As fingers grasped the hilt Thurion put away the Valkyri, becoming the Jedi once more. The lightsaber clipped to his belt before he donned his old robes, worn over his Midvinter armour. Stepping outside, it was as if the very air seemed different somehow. Not better or worse, just different. Taking note of [member="Valae Kitra"] and those accompanying her, he shortly joined up with them.

"You won't be facing it all alone, kiddo," he spoke up, announcing his presence to her and the others. "That would not be the Jedi way, would it?"

 

[Rapax]

Ossus - Jungle
Allies: SJO [member="Hayato"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Enemies: FO [member="Jairdain"] @Varas [member="Kyrel Ren"]

He remembered a time when Ossuss used to be a peaceful place where people went here to learn and grow from its vast archives,now such a place has been reduced to rubble and desolate and nothing but a militarized zone whilst he walked in his full armor and gear around the forestation keeping his senses sharp as always even on the most peaceful worlds he keeps them sharp as ever. as he walked he checked and made sure his gear was all in working order in case the shield wall breaks and they get unwanted guests, He had seen and caused and been through wars a hundred times among his time as a sith now here he is defending a world from the Sith hounds that would see this place burned to ashes. Ironic that someone like him would end up like this but it shall not last for long, He had his fun and time among these Jedi perhaps after this battle is over should he survive such a fight he might leave and continue his explorations and experimentation's but for now he shall enjoy the adrenaline rush that Combat delivers.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

LOCATION: In the Aegis Base Armory
OBJECTIVE: Protect the Base
ENEMIES: Eventually [member="Asharad Graush"]
ALLIES: [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] and SJO/allies
GEAR: Blade of the Satvas, Lightsaber, Mandalorian Power Shield, Armorweave

Since Setzi’s return to the SJO after being held in stasis for a year by pirates, she’d rarely had time to keep up her training and start on the five tests, still held in high regard by any Jedi Council, even the Silvers. War had been closing in on all sides, from the Wyl Sector to Kessel. And the Rogue Knight dealt with this in typical Lunelle fashion. She fled the safety and comfort of like-minded individuals and had sequestered herself upon The Pirate’s Foe, just a Jedi and her droids.

In the mountainous base, Setzi was holed up in the armory, looking over personal possessions. Intelligence was always a gamble but the one sure bet - if she were a betting woman - was that the Jedi Temple and surrounding fortress could be attacked at any time, maybe today or perhaps a month from now. And in another part of the temple, GrandMaster [member="Valae Kitra"] assembled the Jedi, rangers and support personnel for speeches, rallying cries and moral support. The Rogue Jedi wanted none of it, however she did appreciate the somber seriousness of those she’d encountered in the last forty-eight hours.

After slipping into her armorweave to go on a typical intelligence gathering run, the charred fabric patched up from the last battle, and donned the rest of her gear, she pulled out the Blade of the Satvas, a dagger forged in Sith’s blood, impervious to lightsaber energy and awarded to one Darth Azurea, a woman she barely knew anymore. The alchemized Netharanium blade began to turn into a light burgundy color - like one of those whimsical mood rings she had as a child, the weapon reflected its owner’s emotional state. As the burgundy color deepened, taking on a sanguine tone, the brunette quickly tucked it away, knowing her state of mind was far from serene. If anyone discovered her down here, her rage nearly boiling over, she worried she’d be taken out of the fray, forbidden to fight. Stifled. Held back. Never able to fulfill her broad potential.

If the Satvas Blade was an augury, it burned in its hilt, evidence of guilt for a crime that she did not commit, but by the Force did she want to. Desperately.

 

[Zmej Ren]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09LTT0xwdfw​

Location: En route to Ossus
Allies: FO
Enemies: SJO
Equipment

Spoiler

• Battle armour
• Lightsaber
• 4x M1-VX Grenades
• KG-1B Neutral Particle Beam Rifle, 20mm slugs of depleted baradium as ammo

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Ossus would taste her wrath for the second and hopefully the very last time.

Zmej Ren simmered with rage, seeing the upcoming battle as a way to release it by destroying any fool to cross her path. Jedi, Silver or New, all weak, almost not worthy her time; the heavily armoured warrior lusted for a date with the entire Zambrano bloodline so she could tear their names from the annals of history. Feeling invincible today – high on symoxin, immune to pain and any weakness stemming from her crippled arm, completely taken over by lust for battle, the fair-haired Ren needed just one thing. Enough opponents to defeat, break, turn; prove her dominance over the Jedi, once and for all. She cared not for whatever secrets and artifacts the Silver Jedi housed on Ossus. Primarily because she did not believe them to be foolish enough to leave anything of value on the planet after the raid, but also due to her inextinguishable need to destroy, let all witness her prowess in combat. Anything to make her brothers and sisters shut up about missing the action on Bespin and Skor II.

From beyond the cold expression of her helmet, sickly yellow eyes watched the cross-shaped lightsaber in gauntleted hands – and just as her fingers played with the deadly weapon, Zmej toyed with the idea of going after the Grandmaster. After missing out the opportunity of slaying one Jedi Grandmaster on Mustafar, the fair-haired Hand of Sieger Ren hoped to fix her reputation and elevate herself by killing Arisa Yune. The two have almost met each other on Marzoon, making Zmej regret not waiting for a while longer after butchering the academy that rejected Sieger’s laws and teachings. It would have saved the First Order plenty of trouble. The thought frustrated her, boiling the agent’s blood in mindless frenzy. Hands clenched into fists, eager to build telekinetic gallows and strangle lives with ease no greater than snuffing out candles.

She lived for this, unable to tame the beast within, unable to escape her father’s steel grey gaze. Giving him the legacy he so desired presented an impossible challenge, but she’d sooner die before surrendering her family name and its eternal curse.

Instead of igniting the lightsaber’s hateful flames, she holstered the eerily silent weapon and hesitated. Several M1-VX grenades faithfully waited her command, ready to sow death across the battlefield, but not even one of those little bastards was suitable for the first charge into the fray. It was a heavy anti-materiel rifle that found its way into her iron grip. Unfamiliar, hefty, its weight suggested extraordinary power, perfect against heavily armoured punks. Loaded with 20mm slugs of depleted baradium, the rifle itched for being tested on someone like Kyrel. Preferably on the Jedi side, although Zmej wouldn’t pass an opportunity to take the incompetent and insecure master of Ren out of the picture. The Supreme Leader deserved strong, 100% men to lead his elite forces.

She intended to give him that leader. A ruthless living weapon.

Lips wordlessly counted down every minute that separated them from Ossus’ surface as she glanced over others aboard the transport. A slight tremor ran through her body, eliciting from this terrible tingling in her gut. She hugged the rifle tight, breath faster and faster, taking in the calm before the storm and turning it into pure hatred.

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Location: Ossus (Aegis Base/Jedi Temple)
Allies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], [member="Valae Kitra"], other SJO allies
Opposition: None Yet
Objective: Assist Master DragonsFlame, Grandmaster Kitra, and Co.

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Padawan Douglas Starwind hadn't expected he was going to be apart of another war zone so soon, but here he was on the planet Ossus... Once again, the Dark Side waste upon the galaxy had reared their ugly ends... It sickened Doug to the core that such horrors were unleashed upon yet another innocent planet. He's had a lot going on in his mind recently and he was not feeling very cheery at the moment.

He had traveled to the planet with his Master, Josh DragonsFlame, but had gone about on his own to explore the planet. When the chaos had started to go underway, he received a message from his Master requesting that he head to the Jedi Temple to help him and group of Jedi including the current Grandmaster herself, Valae Kitra. The departure of Arisa Yune still weighed on everyone's minds, but there wasn't much time to dwell on it at the moment. Doug clenched one of his fists and quickly was on his way towards the Jedi Temple. He was mainly there to help provide cover as his strength would definitely help against any troops, but if they ended up running into other Force users... He would have to try and stay away. They were going to be in for a rough time for sure...

He eventually arrived and saw the desolate state the Temple was currently in. A sad look lingered onto Doug's face as he looked down at some of the jagged stones that were once part of the building's structure. He never really had any personal memories of this place, but he knew many that likely did. He quickly ran inside of the Temple towards where his Master and the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi currently were. He was ready to lend his aid.

He panted as he ran in front of Josh. "Master...! Hah... I'm here now. I got your message and got back here as soon as possible." He said, sounding a little out of breath. He bowed before him in a quick, formal fashion. He then looked towards Vitrae Kitra and any of the other Jedi Knights that were currently there and bowed as well. It looked like he got there before any of the fighting had begun. He was ready to lend his aid to the best of his abilities... He was a little stronger now... More ready to protect anyone that needed it...

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: 'Rogue' Asteroid Field Approaching Ossus.
Objective: Get to Ossus.
Allies: The First Order, the Forsworn Legion.
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member="Setzi Lunelle"].

Tens of thousands of soldiers were transported across the Galaxy to get here.

The Silver Jedi Order had challenged the warmachine of the First Order many moons ago, and they had gotten away free of any retribution since. Although A'sharad wasn't the sort to forget a slight upon him, it had been some time since the Silver Jedi and the First Order had been in actual conflict with each other, he had been uncertain if this day would ever come. And when it had been time for his personal legion to load up, they did, enthusiastically.

The dropship he stood upon was still, almost as if no one breathed.

The dim lights of the powered down shuttle were bright enough to show the forms of dozens of his troopers. Members of the First Order's auxiliary, the Forsworn Legion had more of a look of special or mercenary forces than that of actual Imperials, not that it particularly mattered - They were uniform with each other.

It was radio silence all across, chronos synced to timed contact.

The mask the Sith Lord bore remained in the typical image of a snarling Vornskr. A being that hunted the Force.

Worn, by a force user that sought break every light sider that came across him.

"No mercy."​

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Throughout the shuttle, there was a grunt from nearly fifty troopers in response.

"Everybody. Dies."​

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Another grunt, the soldiers knew their duty. Many of them had fought with the Sith Lord since Omega when he had been a mere Colonel, but now... This battle wasn't so different from that one. Where they fought Dark Siders and those he once would've called peer or comrade, here they fought Jedi. The difference being these hostiles were Light Siders.

The similarities were that they'd die all the same.

 

[Ria Misrani]

FIV AUDACITY
CAPTAIN EONIAN OSIDIPIE
EN ROUTE TO KULTHIS
Objective: Disruption
Allies: First Order
Opposition: N/A | Silver Jedi Order

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"Hold, let the forces at Ossus do what they need to do, we'll get our chance," Captain Osidipie remarked his voice boomed across the command trenches. The FIV Audacity, Assimilator-class had parted ways from the main bulk several systems ago. Their aim was Kulthis, the goal, to lay down interdiction fields, gravity wells, and gravity mines. It was unusual for the Captain to entertain a new commander, nevertheless, Commander Cyone was here. She was to learn from the man if she ever hoped to gain footing into the next phase of her career. Osidipie smoothed out any of the wrinkles in his uniform. The palm of his hands laid flat against the fabric, the bridge of the Audacity was quiet - only the engine's hums and the sounds of consoles beeping could be heard. Quietly he strode down the elongated paths, his eyes moved from left to right as he observed the men and women under his command at work.

Captain Osidipie stopped short of the viewport, the Bakuran's gaze looked out at the blur. The long blue streak that sorted past the star destroyer, sent alone to do one task. Hold the line, hold the line by whatever means necessary. They were a strike force, not an invasion force the idea was to disrupt the Silver Jedi Order. Not occupy them, not to be their conquerors - for the First Order held next to nothing on this end of the galaxy. "Commander." He boomed and listened as the young woman's boots were heard against the durasteel floor, her reflection meeting with his gaze before she presented herself. "I don't appreciate your assignment to my ship, but - Central Command had need of my first officer. He now commands his own ship, if record serves this is part of your retraining, is it not?"

"Yes sir," she acknowledged, she once commanded the FIV Constellation and longed to be back aboard her, but orders were orders.

"Then heed my every word, and you might learn something."

"Of course, Captain."

Osidipie turned his back to the Commander, wordlessly dismissing her to her previous task. His eyes focused on the blur, the haze of hyperspace travel it was a familiar trapping and one that brought him great comfort. He listened as her footsteps faded, he turned his head down and to the left just a touch but said nothing.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: In High Orbit over Ossus, Inside The Skyfall.
Objective: Sit in Orbit and Drink
Allies: SJO
Enemies: First Order

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAuIY58nv_k


Alexandra sat in the command chair of the ship she had been placed in charge of. The reason she was here was to command the relief force for a greater fleet that had been sent elsewhere in Silver Jedi Space. She preferred that though, unlike the kid she was keeping an eye on, she was no general or admiral, thus the reason she only held the position in name. Beside her was a woman that was far more equipped for the position, though Alexandra could see she was distracted by not being beside the young man. Nida Vaal was after all the chief guard for the young man, and disliked having her position covered while she provided a more supportive role. It made Alexandra smile and draw from the bottle she kept on her person, taking in the ale hat kept her mind a bit calmer. Not enough to destroyer her perception but it did keep Hel silent, or atleast quieter.

She liked the quiet though, both in her head and on the bridge. It was refreshing to be around people but for it all to be silent still. The officers who handled these ships were Keshiri and Human, those sent with Edric into this region of space. While Edric had offered the ships up to the CIS as part of their fleet, they flew no CIS signature. The fleet today flew the codes associated with the planet their crews called home. Named the First Keshiri Relief Fleet, it would keep the CIS or the ORC, where Kesh resided, from being directly linked. Both could name the actions as a rogue effort, something that was for the most part true. And should it be brought up, Alexandra was sure the kid could deal with the repercussions of his actions on his own, so much so she was only here after being asked to keep an eye on these ships.

With a sigh she settled in, getting a look from the woman who stared at a holographic represenation of the system. The Keshiri was a kind one, though she could do to be a bit less stiff when it came to how she acted. Too much military life and not enough being a normal person, but Alexandra knew that wouldn't be something to bring up right now. So she shrugged and looked off past the woman and towards the viewport. At first she just stared lazily before blinking and leaning forward. Something felt off, a bit unnatural. She couldn't figure out what it was and her body straightened up as she stared.

"Nida, did anything come into the system just now?" She looked at the woman who just blinked and turned her own eyes on a comms officer. The man, a brown haired human who only stood a few inches taller than Alexandra herself shook his head after checking.

"It would not appear so, just a migratory cluster of asteroids that we have been tracking. Nothing important." The Keshiri woman answered back, waiting for Alexandra's response.

Alexandra continued to stare before biting the inside of her cheek. Something was off but maybe it was the ale getting to her head and the arrival of those asteroids that were throwing her off. Her hand screwed the cap onto her bottle before closing her eyes and shaking her head.

"No, must have been my imagination... I'm going to rest for a moment, do ensure no one touches me or disturbs me, you have command until I wake." Her eyes remained shut as she said that, sitting in the command chair and breathing slowly. She was not going to sleep, instead she was letting her body relax and her spirit drag itself out of the physical shell. Something was off and she had to figure out what it was, something she could better figure out from the Living Force, rather than some sensors.

Waiting for her as her spirit left her body was two minds she recognized instantly. One the dark haired version that she had created long ago by thinking that she could conquer her dark emotions, and the other her companion who watched over her body while she was stripped of it. Hel, the dark haired woman drew Alexandra from the command bridge and into the space beyond it, letting her look over the fleet before her as she stood in the vacuum with the dark spirit.

There was the Skyfall, the ship she had been using as a flagship while she waited above the planet. With it were the two Infernus and two Hellfire class cruisers that were busy preparing for a jump to join Edric on another system. In addition was a vast mixture of frigates and corvettes, all of which running in a rather relaxed blockade over a portion of the planet. They weren't stopping traffic heading to and from the planet, but did provide a rather sufficient web of defense over three of the eight Shieldgates protecting the planet. In addition she could see the life signs of the fighter squadrons patrolling the fleet and watching for anything that might be a danger for the fleet, be it damaged hulls, space debris in orbit with them, or a blockade runner looking to get to the planet's surface for whatever reason.

Everything she saw was normal, everything shown to her was how she had last seen the living force but something about the way it was moving, how the strands of life changed confused her. It seemed congested but she could not figure out why it was acting in such a way. The life around the planet had not been so drastically increased and her eyes looked out to try and figure out what was happening.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

OOC: Speech in Basic is bracket less and Xi Charrian speech is in <brackets>.

Location: Ossus
Objective: Conduct shield gate operational testing
Allies: SJO [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Elijah King"] [member="Sko'saht"]
Enemies: First Order

After attempting to seal a deal with the local Bimms and hence resolve the refugee crisis on Bimmisaari, Jessica has been called back to Ossus to oversee the final stages of the shield gate's shakedown. Also, she was given a rundown of all three raids that led the Silver Jedi Assembly to authorize the construction of those shield gates en route. These shield gates were constructed in record time thanks to Xi Charrian ingenuity, and also the help of those refugees welcomed all across Silver Jedi space in the wake of the Dominion war. They also promised early warning capability thanks to its sensory equipment. Even then, these gates were brand new and, as a result, they still needed to be tested. Now, they knew the last one of those raids was rumored to involve First Order elements working alongside Sith. Then again, shield gates that were not declared fully operational yet were to have an escort for the time being, at least until the shield gates were declared fully operational. Also, the Immobilizer 419, the sensors platform of the fleet, were picking up some readings consistent with rogue asteroids headed towards Ossus, serving as a backup early warning system should the gates' EWSes fail; its sensor suite allowed to detect happenings of that nature all across a system. Here the I419 was simply confirming what the Sowas already in place in the system were detecting, which was also consistent with a falling of rogue asteroids.

"Incoming transmission from the Immobilizer 419!" the communications officer reported in, a little angry.

"Patch it through"

"This is the Immobilizer 419: we are reporting that a shower of rogue asteroids is headed directly towards Ossus! We have to do something about it; what are your orders?" the commander of the Immobilizer 419 reported in, with clear distress in his tone.

"Attention all Silver Jedi and allied units in the Adega system, this is Northwest Actual: we're picking up a shower of rogue asteroids headed right towards Ossus" Jessica told [member="Elijah King"] who, after Charros IV, was placed in charge, over an encrypted Silver Jedi channel that would be made heard to even the command-level personnel on the ground. Like [member="Darren Torran"], [member="Valkren Calderon"] or even [member="Dusaro Dresari"], the last one only because she assumed him to still be in a command position after the events of Charros IV. And also their allies, such as [member="Alexandra Feanor"]. "As of this instant, Ossus is to be declared under lockdown; all units, battle stations!"

"Do you have any idea how to deal with the asteroids? If the first of those raids is anything to go by, it's possible that there are enemy elements among the asteroids. Then again it's possible it's just a regular asteroid shower" Julie asked, from the pilot seat.

"Julie, you're just being jittery" the chief security officer told her.

"Activate the interdictors and aim the gravity wells behind the rogue asteroids: that ought to redirect them; also, fire what long-range projectile weapons you can on those rogue asteroids"

Provided the shield gates haven't been compromised by some disgruntled crewmembers, which were mostly recruited from the Dominion refugees as well as among the Bimms and the Xi Charrians, Jessica knew that, while the shields are active, the shield gates should close. In addition, the Immobilizer 419 activated its gravity field projectors and a gravity field centered in front of the current position of the asteroids hitherto coming in on a linear trajectory at constant velocity, hopefully causing the rocks to slingshot away from the planet after the gravity field was brought online. Meanwhile, there were two hundred hundred standard proton rounds being fired at the larger asteroids, alongside the full monty of long-range weapons, including 18 more of the larger proton rounds fired from the two Okamis, twenty-seven 380mm rounds, over three hundred 88mm shells, eighteen 420mm projectiles, in short, every projectile that can be fired in that direction. Also four squadrons of elite fighters on standby, loaded with seismic charges, ready to fire should this volley prove ineffective and, more importantly, the interdictors prove unable to slingshot the asteroids and they come close enough, and the rest of the fleet's fighters took up screening positions, with the fleet arrayed in a blockade formation.

Meanwhile, the majority Xi Charrian ordnance technicians onboard the Heavenshield were a little disappointed to be brought to battle alert just because rogue asteroids were spotted and headed towards Ossus. Most of the Xi Charrians enlisted into the Silver Jedi military in hopes of avenging the Galactic Empire that laid waste to their homeworld, to pay for this sacrilege committed by the destruction of their holy sites; their facial expressions would read as if they were perplexed. In this frantic atmosphere that surrounded the declaration of battle stations, being decreed fleet-wide and then some, the hangar bays were coming alive alongside that order, and the mission profiles were handed to the crew responsible of arming the attack craft. While several of them were loading A-Wings with concussion missiles (no tow cables are issued to A-Wings in orbital duty), others were loading Genie assault concussion missiles into gunships and bombers, and others still were loading seismic charges into the elite fighters stationed onboard. The hangars were buzzing with activity when one of the Xi Charrian refueling technicians, freshly in service, was visibly losing his morale, manning a fueling pipe. An equally inexperienced Bimm crewmember offered to cover for the not-that-enthusiastic Xi Charrian, and, at the same time, the Mirialan nearby was loading the ordnance:

"<I joined the Silver Jedi military to go kill Imperials, not to refuel fighters!>" the Xi Charrian refueling crewmembers complained out loud.

"Our commanding officer would never mistreat you. Nor would they mistreat any of us. Now, go back to your duty" the Mirialan retorted, while loading assault concussion missiles into a neighboring gunship.

"I will cover for you. You want to transfer to the ground force, security or gunnery, be my guest after this is all over" the Bimm told his insectoid colleague, just as he was taking the hose out of that crewmember's hands.

As the fighters took off for their combat missions, such as screening the main fleet and, hopefully, engaging in combat, the disgruntled Xi Charrian would look at the departing craft with envy, realizing that the glamorous jobs in the Navy are either pilots, gunners, security crews or, for the more ambitious of the gang, senior officers. They were doing the dirty work, and there were many more people wanting to go into gunnery, piloting or security than there were available postings for those specialties. And especially command-level officers. But most of the hangar bay crew would be grateful to have a brief reprieve until either fighters return to ship, the enemy hits the hangars or the enemy boards the ship.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Declared the planet under lockdown
• Fired at the rogue asteroids from long range using projectile weapons
• Used an interdictor field in front of the rogue asteroids

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

SSV Heavenshield (Lucrehulk-X-class supercarrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Midvinter (Mateus-class fleet carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Caluula (Sionoma-class elite destroyer) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Dellalt (Sionoma-class elite destroyer) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Immobilizer 419 (Immobilizer 419-class interdictor carrier) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Tano (Munificient-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Jarrus (Munificient-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Okami (Okami-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Itami (Okami-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Reath (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
SSV Chasin (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
SSV Chopper (C-9980-class assault frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
SSV Candybar (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Jawbreaker (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Grindmill (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids
SSV Licorice (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: rogue asteroids

Attack craft:

48 Alakaha elite fighters
48 Neimoidian Gunship Mk2s
288 RZ-3 A-Wing interceptors
192 Chiloon-class fighter/bombers

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: Ossus Jedi Temple, Side Area
Objective: Burning the Midnight oil praciticing Djem-So
Allies: Silver Jedi Order [member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Valae Kitra"]
Enemies: The First Order(When they show themselves)

Dusaro had finished most of his studying for the form Djem-So. There was still more he could read up on, but he had a good mental image and feel for the form now. He had kept up his practice of the forms basic foot movements but now was focusing on the next step of the movements and attacks in unison. It was the most basic steps, marrying movement and momentum of the blade for consecutive heavy blows in quick succession. That was not the only part of Djem-So, some of it's greatest strengths were in its reactionary side which focused on powerful counters. But one can't learn something before its been taught so for now he focused on the heavy blows. After finishing off a satisfying series, Dusaro's comm started going off on the ground where he left it. Pausing for a moment he walked over, picking it up and checking the message. He gave a short 'Affirmative' back to Josh, before telling him he had some training to finish up for the night before he would head over. Sure an attack was plenty possible, but Dusaro had taken a speeder over here for if he needed to get to anywhere quickly. That alongside several patrols of SJ troops meant he wasn't particularly worried.

As he headed back over to the mostly abandoned area he looked over the Temple. There was scaffolding in a few places from where work had been done on it earlier in the day but even more prominent was multiple mobile emplacements in the area. Once upon a time this planet had Civilians and students walking around it but now... Well, not so much. More disturbing then that though was the fact that Dusaro wasn't surprised. He had seen this on a smaller scale plenty of times elsewhere. Places of learning and knowledge being turned into defensive positions, filled with troops rather then students. Even though he was technically 'one of those troops', it still felt for some reason like he was a third party in the situation. That was another reason he wanted to continue his nightly practice, to try and help clear his head some from annoying thoughts like that.


Activating his pale golden lightsaber blade he took up the stance, lightsaber held in a strong high stance and starting a series of heavy blows. Overhead flowed into a left cut followed by a upwards diagonal cut from the right. For now it was simple sequences of three. Generally a death blow would be made on the fourth, but one never knew what the situation would be by the fourth blow. It could be all manner of things, maybe they were on the ground or they used the force, who knows. So he found it best to stop at four. After he about finished his training for the night, his comm started ringing once again. 'Did my number get out to the general public or something?' He thought with a wry look, heaving a sigh and turning off the blade, putting it back into its place at his side and picking up his comm unit. This time however it was not his Master, it was a serious tone coming from a commander.

"As of this instant, Ossus is to be declared under lock down; all units, battle stations!"

'Oh lovely.' He thought with a short string of curses in his mind, shaking his head before replying. "Affirmative, Dusaro Dresari prepped and ready." Dusaro put his comm unit at his belt, heading over to the speeder and taking out his equipment. It didn't have everything but it did have his pair of twin shattergun pistols, extra ammo, load bearing vest, pair of smokes and a pair of flash bangs. The same light combat load he kept on his person at all times. After getting the vest on he jumped into the speeder, keeping comm silence as he headed to the command area where Joshua and his fellow Padawan Douglas was.

 

[Garith Organa]

Location: Ossus – Aegis Base/Jedi Temple
Allies: SJO - [member="Valae Kitra"] , [member="Stephanie Swail"] , [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] , [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] , [member="Setzi Lunelle"] , [member="Douglas Starwind"] , [member="Dusaro Dresari"]
Enemies: The First Order
Equipment: A single lightsaber

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Walking alone, Garith could not help but think of it. He could not help but think of the last time he was here on Ossus. Trying to shake the thoughts out of his mind, he took to a single knee. Reaching down into the loose soil, his fingers bore deep, while his eyes closed. It was an event it happened years ago. It was more than just memories. It was more than just images, echoes, and the feeling of emotions. It was a day he had lost many friends in battle. It was like an old wound reopening, to hear their screams of pain, to feel their suffering… like it was his very own.

Then there was another glimpse of foresight. Was it a possible future? He could see familiar faces. He could hear their screams and emotional suffering, faces of his new friends among the Sliver Jedi. It was not often Garith took up his sword. He could feel it, today was going to be one of those days!

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Aboard transport to Ossus
Objective: Provide Medical Assistance to First Order Personnel
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order

Luther had seen a lot of the Order, it was one of the perks of being part of the medical corps. He'd been in the presence of officers, diplomats and even Ren. But the most facinating experience had to be mucking around with the common soldiers. Officers often saw battle as a challenge, the land was a chessboard and the soldiers were the pieces. The men on the ground saw things a little differently.

The air was still and cold. He glanced at the troopers who flanked him, his comrades for the battle. To his left was a green private, on his first operation. To his right was the opposite; a grizzled older man with an uncountable number skirmishes under his belt. Luther thought it was an apt choice of companions, for he was a blend of the two. Opposite them was [member="Zmej Ren"]. The presence of the Ren inspired discipline among the seasoned soldiers, and fear among the unexperienced.

The kid next to him was fiddling with his helmet, held between his two hands. He turned to Luther and opened his mouth to speak. "Why..." He glanced at Zmej and dropped his voice to the barest of whispers. "...are we fighting the Silver Jedi? Aren't they just trying to help fix the galaxy, like us?" The veteran next to him made a digusted sound and sneered at the boy. "Great, you can bond with the enemy while they spill your guts onto the floor". The kid jumped slightly at the venomous reply, his bottom lip quivering. Luther gave him a long stare before asking: "Have you ever seen a Silver Jedi?" The kid hesitated before shaking his head. "They are diplomats" Luther continued. "Who scheme. They are healers, who kill. They are peace-keepers, who wage war". The kid stared, mouth agape. "At least the First Order has honor, we don't pretend to be something we aren't". Luther reached over and pushed the suprised boy's jaw back up. "Now quiet down, we're getting close".

He checked over his equipment. His was wearing standard Stormtrooper armour, for the most part. He had removed some of the bulky plates on the gauntlets to give his hands some more dexerity. He forgo the helmet, it made it difficult to inspect wounds. Clipped to his belt was his F-11D blaster as well as a large vibroknife. He also had a mid-sized backpack which contained the majority of his medical supplies, however, essential medical items were kept in a bandolier that crossed his chest.

He breathed deeply to slow his heart rate. The silence enveloped him and he waited paitently for the landing.

Remaining Medical Supplies:

Spoiler

Bottle of Symoxin x 2
Nullicaine Spray x 1
Small Vial of Distilled Water x 8
Box of Alcohol Wipes x 1
Scissors x 1
Tweezers x 1
Disposable Scalpel Blades x 25
Scalpel Blade Handle x 1
Disposable Needles x 25
Syringe (without needle) x 1
Thermometer x 1
Tape roll x 2
Various Sizes of Bandage Rolls and Dressings x 10
Box of Medium Gloves x 2
Lullaby Pills x 5

 

[WolfMortum]

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Location: First Order Invasion Force​

Objective: Prepare for Ground Assault​

Allies: The First Order | [member="Ara Zambrano"]​

Opposition: The Silver Jedi Order​

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Nigh was the hour for which the First Order would strike back at the Silver Jedi Order for their part in rallying against them during the battles of Skor II and Bespin, both days that Caehl Ren had been on the ground and taken blood for the glory of the First Order and their all-father, all powerful overlord and Supreme Leader, Sieger Ren. It had been a different life, he had been a different person, ignorant and weak; the fires of the hilikan plant had purified him in strength and the last sacrifice required to embody all that the Order of Ren stood for, the personification and acting hand of his grace, that they would deliver every ounce of Sieger's aggression down upon those that would oppose the First Order; to remind them of their inadequacies before such a righteous state.

Entering into the Quarters of [member="Ara Zambrano"], Caehl Ren gave no pause to knock nor request access. His position at her side had been cemented by their superior, [member="Samka Derith"] whom went these days by the Alias of Decitus Ren, High Master of the Order and second to Sieger's Council whom would work through her to direct their prestigious and yet secretive organization of elite soldiers, warriors and agents willing to stop at nothing to serve him.

Ara Zabrano's recent return to the Order of Ren following Bespin had seen the pair of them both elevated beyond their former positions. Brennan Cabrol, once a lowly Disciple had since been Knighted and named Caehl in honor of his deeds and yet too symbolizing his recognition for his past mentor of whom he and Ara both shared, [member="Kriel Firin"]. Ara however had been given a position far above that...-Decreed hencefourth the Queen of the Pacanth Reach, Panatha and her neighboring worlds and territories for which were once the heart of the Dark Lord of the Sith himself, now belonged to her in title and claim, held firm before the First Order's careful watch.

"It will not be long now..."

Caehl spoke up, moving to the side of the room and more or less ignoring Ara and instead seeking to ensure she had a capable array of weapons to make use of. Blasters were detestable things, clumsy and yet he placed his P-23 upon the table only after ensuring that it was fully primed and ready for use. If it came down to it, perhaps the side-arm would be beneficial to her should all else fail. It struck him as something of an insult, knowing that he once relied on such things where as nowadays his augmented body riddled with Cybernetic enhancements and the Armor to counter any possible interference with his Ocular Neural Interface left him at a far greater advantage in terms of strength and maneuverability. Where his affinity in the practice of the Force itself may have waned some, it had not left him without some key tools for extreme dominance, the Knight of Ren a stone hand on the fields of war.

Glancing down briefly, his eyes narrowed, listening to the comm transmission coming in through his Helm. "Confirmed" He responded flatly, turning to seek out Ara momentarily to confirm that she was ready for their heading down to the designated Hangar; his Furious Class Corvette soon to be their entrance down unto the world of Ossus.

"Omega awaits us both, when you're ready" he would announce to Ara, she who would no doubt hear a slight change to his tone as he spoke through something of a smirk. Just like back when they had fought alongside one another on Bespin, Caehl Ren found a great thrill in the coming of bloodletting, battle seeming to be one of the few things for which could break that outer facade of obscurity in his self expression.

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxvLc2a6Iao​

'Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.... Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.' – "Where Do We Go From Here: Chaos or Community" by Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Location: Ossus (Flashback)
Objective: --
Allies: SJO
Opposition: FO
Directly Engaging: TBD

The Silver Jedi and the peoples of the Outer Rim were no strangers to assaults by the Sith and their proxies, but the most recent string of terrorist attacks on planets like Charros IV, Bimmissaari, and Ossus had been noted to be particularly vicious, resulting in the death of millions of innocent civilians altogether, and the displacement of countless more. Not since the time of the Primeval had there been so much destruction and mayhem in the region.

All across the Outer Rim, and interior systems friendly to the Silver Jedi, there would be candlelight vigils held for the victims of the recent attacks. Civilians, soldiers, and Jedi all alike.

In her final days as Grandmaster, Arisa decided to attend the vigil held within the Gardens of T'alla and speak a few words. It was a cool clear night, the twin moons of Mim and Nerit barely silvery slivers in the starry sky. The garden was dimly illuminated by night lamps of soft light and the small candles carried by attendees, creating long dancing shadows across the grounds.

At the center of the garden, Arisa stood with a few other speakers atop a low platform, dressed plainly in a conservative black dress. She held no candle herself, hands clasped before her. In her black garb, she blended well with the shadows, matching her dark mood perfectly. Disturbing images and sensations from Charros IV and Aegis were still fresh in her mind, the latter attack just happening only a few nights before.

She nodded along as the speakers ahead of her took their turns, some breaking down in tears as they spoke. There were few times she found herself becoming misty eyed herself, but the veteran maintained her composure, blinking back tears.

It was her turn. Arisa took a breath, then slowly approached the edge of the platform, mic handed off to her by the previous speaker as she came forward.

"Good evening." she started, voice coming out low and hoarse even on mic, almost cracking. "Last week, cowardly Sith again descended upon Ossus to teach its inhabitants a 'lesson' for opposing their vile ways of life and refusing to accept them as their own."

"The Sith seem to believe that the terror they inflict upon their fellow sentients makes for a great display of their strength, but in truth, all cruelty springs from weakness. Insecure with the knowledge that their twisted ideology can't stand upon its own merits, the Sith have to force themselves upon unwilling victims through coercion and violence."

As she continued, her voice became stronger and more clear, taking on its usual lyrical quality. "Real strength is displayed through compassion, understanding, and tolerance. These are not only the core values of the Jedi, but of any decent being. Nothing the Sith and their puppets do to us will change that fact. Nothing they do to us will break our resolve."

She paused for a moment as the crowd gave out a few small cheers and clapping.

"The crimes against the people of Ossus, Charros IV, and Bimmisaari will not go unanswered. There will be justice for the fallen. I will not rest until it is done.The Jedi stand with you all, always."

There were another round of cheers and applause as she finished her speech, though her expression remained solemn. She was sincere in her words, but in her sadness, she couldn't manage even a small smile. With a nod, she turned away from the crowd and passed on the mic to the next speaker.

She would remain at the vigil until the last speaker had their peace, then she quickly retreated to her fighter at the local spaceport. From there, she took to the air, flying laps around the planet instead of returning directly to Aegis.

Within the private confines of her cockpit, Arisa finally broke down, heaving as tears streamed down her cheeks. For all the power she had amassed, the forces she had gathered, it hadn't made a damn bit of difference. The answer to salvation still eluded her. In that moment, it was like she was back on Kashyyyk as a Padawan, watching through a cracked and bloodied visor as an exhausted Republic literally died right before her eyes, utterly powerless to turn the tide.

After about a couple hours, she finally collected herself as she had no more tears to shed, then headed back to Aegis. Within a few hours, she would officially transfer the title of Grandmaster to Valae. She hated the position she was putting her best friend in, but for everyone's sake, it finally was time for Arisa to move forward.

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[member="Caehl Ren"] [member="Luther Ando"] [member="Garith Organa"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Aermoira Cyone"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Aegis Base; Jedi Temple, Ossus
Objective: Become a somebody; not a nobody
Allies: @Valae Kitra | @Josh DragonsFlame | @Thurion Heavenshield | @Setzi Lunelle | @Douglas Starwind | @Dusaro Dresari | @Garith Organa
Enemies: The First Order

[SIZE=10.5pt]Breathe. Just...breathe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Words echoed by her Master, Valae Kitra, in the previous few days of honing her understanding and development of the Force power inside her, and beginning the journey to become a true Silver Jedi. After clashing with Sith on the ancient world of Korriban, to learning about life on Midvinter, bracing the coldest climate of Hoth and then the warmest jungle of Sarkany, Stephanie Swail had certainly had her fair share of trials and tests. Meeting with Je’daii had opened up her eyes to the true potential she had, and returning to the Silver Jedi Order was the natural path for her now. To make [member="Kyra Sol"] proud - and hopefully be strong enough to protect her from danger.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She was dressed in her Hapan gowns and a Silver Jedi robe - a blend of cultures, and her new way of life. Her brown hair was braided back, and on her back she carried the Shield Of Light. By her side, a temporary lightsaber that she had only activated twice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Force hoped she wouldn’t need to use it until more confident.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Her soft boots crunched over the grassy ground, strewn with orange sand and rock from the previous battle. She knew of what happened, and she was here with her Master and her Order to help in anyway she could. To prove herself. To make new friends and allies. To be somebody.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]In her right hand, between thumb and forefinger, she span a Force Spinner she had made in her downtime, a simple and soothing distraction from her anxiety and nerves. The faint whistle as it span with a flick of her middle finger was soothing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Before he stood familiar and new faces - one such being Master Heavenshield who she hadn’t seen since arriving from Midvinter a month or so ago. Her face flushed and an uncomfortable warmth ran up her spine - a warmth of embarrassment after she ran away from the Silvers the first time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Breathe...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Master Kitra," she glanced across.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]...just breathe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Master Heavenshield, forgive me," she blurted out. "My heart is devoted to this Order, and I am here to help." She looked between the faces of the noble, heroic Masters. "I heard rumours from others...that we are in danger if we stay here. Is that true?"[/SIZE]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM1vU-jFivE​

Allies: [member="Morro"] |
Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Objective: Operation Serpent's Folly
Location: Orbit of Ossus, Behind the Asteroid Field

Fleet Admiral Rausgeber watched his breath collect on the viewport, creating a mist as he observed his fleet closing in on the brilliant glowing planet of Ossus. The officers cold eyes darted to the fore as he watched the forward grouping of asteroids be obliterated by turbolaser fire towards the front of the movement. The blue orbs narrowed into cold slits, had there been some miscommunication? Some form of interception of communication? It would be too early to tell.

The veteran officer watched as corvettes and TIE fighters slowly crawled behind the asteroids, it would be only a matter of time before the First Order reared it's head now. And when that time came, it would be Carlyle's attempt at redemption. The defeat, which would have been an almost certain victory, had it not been for the intervention of the Jedi. Incompetent buffoons such as Cathul Thuku and Alexandra Morrow were weak leaders, and even worse tacticians. But Arisa Yune's brazen declaration of war ended the battle, without the First Order

Rausgeber saw the battle as a stain on his career, and by extension, believed that the defeat there snubbed his chance at a victory. But that was all about to change. He would strike back with righteous vengeance and fury at those who dared to defy him, and more importantly, the First Order.

The asteroid was massive. It sat around eight kilometres tall, and at least double that wide. "Move this one into position before us with our tractor beam." Carlyle commanded, "This will be our battering ram." He smirked, "When the time comes, pulse it into their fleet, and watch the Jedi scatter like the worms they are." Rausgeber sneered. If the Galactic Alliance were any precedent for the type of naval combatants they were dealing with, this mission would be a success.

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