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[member="Ara Zambrano"] had always had a way about self expression, far more capable or perhaps the word was better comfortable in and of herself than the Knight was himself; the way that she often spoke to him with a tongue unfitting for his superior in the chain of Hierarchy came with suggestions beyond her choice of words that Caehl Ren had learned to tolerate and fortunately, most of the time ignore. Today however was not one of those days and in suggesting that he would regret his behavior one of these days, he responded with no subtle hint of sarcasm "Be careful what you wish for, Ara. You may find yourself surprised...". For all her would-be excitement over having him enter her quarters, they would not remain their for long.
The many decks of the Destroyer that they traversed were filled with numerous corridors all leading to various crew quarters and facilities, the pair of them descending some few levels en-route to one of the primary shuttle bays for which acted as a smaller dock as opposed to the Fighter bays, there Corvette awaited their timely arrival. Before they got there however, Ara Zambrano's pace had slowed and curiously seconds before the ship was rocked by mild turbulence of the turbo battery fire from the enemy fleet. The blast had missed their vessel yet impacting against one of the asteroids near to them, it gave them enough movement to destabilize many of the crewman's footing that were passing them by in either direction. Turning, hands free of the railing that she'd taken to, Caehl looked back to cast his gaze upon her in silent question. She was not a woman of weakness and yet it was readily apparent that the distance for which they'd traveled aboard with the rest of the fleet was having some effect, as much as she might wish to deny such a thing.
”The majority of our forces will be taking Ageis Base and the Archives,
Master Derith leading a separate group on Kulthis. We will be striking their heart, the hope of the Jedi Order.”
Aegis Base was a significant location for which the First Order would consume as it sought to devour any and all presence of the Jedi in the region. Listening to Ara Ren, his eyes were drawn to the underlying resentment and need to bloody her hands with their ilk, a feeling that he too shared with great anticipation. She had mentioned their last fight together, for which had gone so poorly in the long run. Here today they would make amends and leave a statement loud and clear to the rest of the Galaxy. Anyone who supported the enemy were the enemy. The Silver Jedi Order had shown their hand and bared teeth at the Supreme Leaders forces on two accounts and now was the time for retaliation, a time where there needed be no reluctance, no remorse in how they came down upon the pale glowing orb that was Ossus. He did not care for artifacts, he was not there for what relics might be hidden away in their vaults. Every fight against the Jedi was a fight against his past, his time spent as a boy within an Order not unlike this remnant lightside ailment to the Galaxy.
Omega Support as always, were waiting and ready to receive them. Delengtha Ren, the one non-force user among them had moved ahead to the cockpit of the corvette in preparation for the flight and fight to come while the two brothers, Nocturnus and Arkaos Ren were exchanging words of ill taste among themselves. Caehl Ren had taken these three in, it had taken some time to select those who had the skills he needed yet still hungered for power and a place that mattered in the chaos of the Galaxy. With a few false promises and the combined power of the Order of Ren's upper echelon, they'd been taken in and then forced to one of their indoctrination hubs, removed of their previous lives and made mighty in their new steadfast service to the one true Lord, Sieger Ren. While the twins still loathed one another and bickered among themselves most commonly, they would not raise a hand to harm the other for they knew the price of insubordination before their betters.
Waving the pair off with a cast of his hand, Caehl dismissed them without so much as a word, watching as they receded into the interior of the smaller craft disappearing from sight before he once more turned to look back to that of Ara. "Though I've seen you fight, I'm obligated to remind you that you need not follow us. You are Queen of Panatha now, your position is a great asset to the Supreme Leader..." His words faded, leaving a pause and a lingering eye to the woman before he lifted his head briefly, a half nod in respect of her decision one way or another, waiting not for an answer but moving on to board the Corvette. Should she follow, such would be her answer and the end to Caehl's doubt then and there.
Location: Ossus-Aegis Base Allies: SJO/ & SJO Allies Enemies: The First Order and their allies. Garith’s Equipment: A single lightsaber
The visions continued…
Through the ominous portends of insight, the Alderaani Kashi Prince searched for clarity. He searched for clarity in understanding of their meanings. Garith knew this was dangerous as he felt the suffering of others. His unconditional love left him vulnerable. His unconditional love also protected him. So he pressed on despite the danger, because the answers could save lives.
Forsight was miss-leading. Often images represented symbolism. Misinterpretation was often prevalent based on the perception of who was viewing. This was not the only obstacle Garith was now facing. Everything often came with a price. The price he could have been facing was corruption. It could have been a blessing from Ashla as corruption never came. The prince started to grip tighter upon the soil as he started to double over from pain. The distress of emotional pain instead surface as physical pain.
All faces were blurred in the vision. All events were blurred together. Three things did pop up but what could they mean? The prince saw three flags…one for the First Order, the second for the Sith Empire, and third for the Galactic Empire.
The flag for the Galactic Empire was almost not visible. It felt it stood behind the other two flags. It was like it was a possible threat but not prevalent to the moment. The other two stood in the forefront. They stood on the battle field rippling within the winds of chaos. It was a billowing storm racing towards Ossus.
Words woken Garith from his visions. “Prince Organa”, it was a male voice. Upon opening his eyes the Alderaani Prince could now see the man. It was an Antarian Ranger. A near human male Garith did not recognize. Was the prince expected to recognize everyone? “Your grace there is danger of rogue asteroids. You must seek shelter”, the ranger reached out as he spoke.
Garith took the helping hand and was lifted back up to his feet. “My friend I have a bad feeling it is not just asteroids. I have no proof, but please stay alert! Also go warn as many as you can”, Garith motioned to the man to go off and warn others.
How many times was this tall blond man asked odd requests from Jedi? How many times had he encountered a Jedi after meditation? “Yes your grace”, the man nodded as he skipped past the prince to go further into the compound. The soldier did pull out a comlink to contact his immediate superior. Chit rolls down hill in an army but news could travel uphill rather quickly, if the news comes from a creditable source. The man no doubt was going to tell his commanding officer, but how long would it take for the new to reach [member="Darren Torran"]? For that matter, how would the cryptic news would be taken?
Garith was left to think over the images. The First Order so far from their territory? Why would they come so far? The prince thought he sensed a plot. What could the plot be and were the three super powers working together? Maybe the three flags meant something else. If it was the First Order, Garith could find himself in trouble if he fought them. His sister [member="Faith Organa"] had a peaceful argument with the First Order. If he fought, it could mean treason. Garith felt conflicted. He was a Jedi, a guardian of the light of Ashla, how could he not defend the light?
Location: First Order fleet Allies: First Order Enemies: Silver Jedi Order Objectives: Prepare for battle
The time had come for Theo to prove himself as a capable special forces asset to the First Order. Him and his two other squadmates had been carefully selected for their abilities. Oh, and their willingness to go on completely suicidal missions. Fighting on Ossus would prove interesting, he was sure. The many ancient structures and mysteries that lay there would be different than your average urban fighting scenario.
Activating their wrist datapads and the holotable in front of them, various points on the planet were pinpointed, along with intelligence estimates of possible resistance and defences. The many possible force artifacts, known and unknown made the task of risk assessment even more difficult.
"Synchronise targets. Planetary defences will obviously be priority at first, but if there's some wacko force stuff going on down there, then that may become a bigger priority."
Theo began equipping himself for the mission, double-checking obsessively that he had what he thought he needed for the long day ahead. He knew it was very likely that he would run out of supplies, but hey, that was what they were trained for.
Location: Preparing for assault, fleet
Allies: First Order
Loadout: M45, Preliat's Armor, Crushgaunts, Vibro-tomahawk, Ori'ramikad knife, x1 Westar-34
Enemies: Jetii
He double-checked, and triple checked his gear. Enough ammo. If the webbing was tight enough. It was like this every time. Preliat pulled his helmet over his head. The T-Shape visor marked him as different. Made him stand out. He dug up the armor on that lonely farm. He dug it up for this. He dug up everything for this. For what, exactly?
For retribution. For revenge. For his boys. And maybe, for himself. For the order.
He hovered over the forearm guard. His wife wrote something on the inside. He never noticed. It was telling him to come home soon. He flipped it over. He lifted up his helmet, and placed it on the table he was staring at. He ran his fingers over it. How she could've lovingly wrote that, just a few strokes of a permanent marker in an inconspicuous place- but knowing that he would see it. He touched it to his cheek, and could've sworn he felt her touch for a moment ago. He clasped it on, and the magnetic locks that held it to his flightsuit activated.
He pulled the helmet back over his head.
He turned and began to join the others in their final moments, after picking up his rifle and the axe. He headed for the staging area, patiently waiting. The other stormtroopers were fanatics, some veterans- but most of them greenhorns. The Jedi would cut through most of them. But lord help any Jedi who got in Preliat's way. Preliat sat on a nearby crate, and laid his rifle across his lap.
Location: Kulthis Objective: Propagandize the Stenax Allies: [member="The Major"] [member="Darth Saarai"] | The First Order Operation’s Commanding Officer: [member="Samka Derith"] Enemies: Order of the Silver Jedi | Stenax
Doctor Kalar, Professor of Medicine at the prestigious University of Dossun Medical School and Chief Medical Counsel to the First Order Ministry of Culture & Heritage walked quickly with a stimcaf-inspired spring in his step. The prospect of meeting with Xrakkiks, one of the prominent Warlords of the Stenax caused him great elation and preoccupation. A sturdy black briefcase contained his holo-presentation entitled “The Sten-kytri: A Study in Population Expansion.”
After walking into the room and greeting Xrakkis with a series of guttural sounds and a complicated handshake, the Doctor knew right away that these aliens had nothing on the Ssi-Ruuk, though a fleeting thought of a war between these barbaric species would make for an interesting spectacle. Provided you were not the one caught in the middle of it.
And Agent Klev would never be detained again. Not like that, at least. And if he found himself as the unfortunate recipient of a prison uniform and a pair of stun cuffs locked on his thin wrists, he would find a way to die - by pill or pistol.
Across the way, their eccentric Commanding Officer led a contingency to try and persuade the Stenax with her cult of personality and an appropriate avian ally, yet Ezra Klev, aka Doctor Kalar, had offered up a different approach with the singular goal of causing mass emigration of the Stenax population, essentially plunging Kulthis into economic turmoil. Like his colleague and Supervisory Special Agent for the FOSB, the elusive Major, Ezra also felt the need to study Samka Derith, as her rise to power at such a young age would make for an intriguing biopic.
The Stenax were a species that could cause a greener agent to shake in his polished boots, but Ezra was forty-two and had essentially served Imperials in his entire life, not to mention his recent captivity by the Ssi-Ruuk. A gauntness in his features and slight tremble in his hands betrayed his time as a POW, but he also drank a ridiculous amount of stimcaf.
Should he call them Gentlebirds?
The FO Agent took his place at the head of a long conference table.
“Gentlebeings, I’m here on behalf of the First Order to propose a recolonization of Skye, which is just an asteroid’s throw from our capital, Dossun. In front of you is the flimsiplast listing my credentials as an expert in hybridization. I did not want to clog up this important presentation with ego-fueled accolades and a boring list of my many degrees. Can someone dim the lights please?”
Location: Aegis Base; Jedi Temple, Ossus Objective: Defend against dark forces Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Douglas Starwind"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | SJO and allies Enemies: The First Order
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vOrdW4t8XQ
Walking around the wider perimeter of the devastated Jedi Temple, Stephanie had nodded her assurance to Master Kitra that she knew what she was doing. It was only early in her training, and they hadn’t really been able to spend quality time together, but the galaxy didn’t stop and nor could they. There would be time.
She tucked her hands around the straps of the shield fixed to her like a backpack, walking past bodies who cleared away rubble, stacked new supplies and dug out new access routes to reform, rebuild and repair their base. The mood was sombre, but it was somehow uplifting.
Even faced with such a sad position as this, the Silver Jedi and their allies didn’t seem to let it bring them down. They were more than just bricks and steel; they were living, breathing conduits of the Force who would be carried through the dark times as much as they were the light.
Yet, her eyes couldn’t tear her eyes away for long from the cloudy skies above. A dark shadow seemed to linger behind the wisps that slowly crawled overhead, like an omniuous rain cloud. Slow steps across the gravel-strewn ground, boots one in front of the other, Stephanie tried to see beyond her line of sight.
To feel. To hear.
An eye narrowed. Ossus was on lockdown. The fleet were stationed above. Nothing had come through the coms. She stopped walking and stood tall, staring upwards, a horrid feeling in her gut she couldn’t shake as much as she knew she was being silly.
Hopefully they would pass, and they could think about finally rebuilding their temple.
Stephanie sighed and continued her walk, making sure everyone was ok and safe and comfortable.
Not many people traveled out this far into the jungles, and specifically not many people like that. She could sense the darkside, she could sense the force twisting and twirling, but most of all she could sense the intent.
Since the incident on Kraysis Aela seemed to be all the more aware of such things, the Tattoo had had been carved into her flesh allowing her greater insight than she'd ever had before. The man had been walking on the opposite path to her, heading directly towards the road that moved towards the Temple. She had intended to return to it, but the sight of him had caused her to stop. His clothes, the way he carried himself...she had no idea who he was but she knew he was no Jedi.
"Who are you?" Was he what she had sensed?
Her lips thinned slightly, her hands unconsciously sliding to where her lightsabers should be.
The weapons weren't on her hips however, no, they had been left behind on Borleias. She had promised Jacen that she'd figure this out, that she would find a way to work through her problems, and part of that had been not carrying her weapons. The two lightsabers she'd had since her youth, the blade she had found on Byss, all of it had been left behind. She frowned for a moment, taking a step back and away from the man just in case he began to attack.
Location: Aegis Base ---> Mountain passage
Allies: SJO, [member="Darren Torran"] [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
Enemies: First Order
Objective: Prepare the ambush
Equipment: Lightsaber, communicator, medium battle armor.
He listened intently to Darren as he explained his plan, there were many kind of ignorants, the most common and annoying thing they'd do is to disregard a possibility without even checking it. Kal Visna was most certainly not going to be one of them. While it may be possible there is nothing as major as someone's intervention, Darren's reasoning points towards the idea there is, who's going to loose their head if it is wrong? Exactly, no one and it beats standing around.
"Understood, meet the boys, claim the shadows, prepare for havoc should anybody show up." He said in a more simple manner nodding once. He then took the com unit looking towards Setzi who was just told she can go with him in this little trip "I'd think carefully about that, it might be dangerous... Or worse, boring." He'd wait for the woman's response and eventually leave with the offered assets to meet with the troops in at the mountain passage.
He's had important missions before, defending the Prelate on Charros IV was among them and yet this one was giving him some sort of tickling inside, made him a little nervous... Could there be someone out there? Someone wanting to harm Ossus even more? There have been so many surprises in this world, so many things that happened and he thought impossible, he would not dare to brand something as such anymore, if someone's out there, it's about time he found out.
The flaming red gaze of her mask fell upon the unfortunate soldier fiddling with his helmet and questioning Sieger’s will. A boy, rather than a man, obviously inexperienced and fresh out of academy. An ordinary grunt, expendable, with low chances of making it back to Dosuun alive. The rookie feared her though, which pleased the dark-armoured Ren. It meant power – not just fuelling her grip over the dark side, but also ensuring the man’s obedience. She asked for nothing more, and yet his fear held him back in this case; the fair-haired Ren needed to cultivate it, make it a knife poking the soldier’s back and driving him forward instead.
Decisively, she stood up, magno-grip boots allowing her to retain balance and effortlessly make her way to the newbie. As her dark form towered above the sitting man, an invisible grip suddenly reached out and seized his throat. In that moment, an accented, yet heavily distorted voice started leaving the emotionless, menacing mask that concealed her features.
“Yes. The Silver Jedi are trying to help and fix the galaxy, like us.” Zmej started, taking her time as black gauntlets freed the man’s helmet from his grip and he started to struggle for breath, clawing at his neck in hopeless attempts at freeing his respiratory system of the invisible barrier.
“They are people who bleed and die just like everyone else, too.”
Fingers encased in nearly indestructible phrik firmly grasped the soldier’s hands, forcing them out of the way. He proved surprisingly docile, and thus the scene resembled one of a mother helping her son. Almost lovingly, deliberately taking her time, Zmej put the helmet on its owner’s head, never releasing her iron grip on his throat.
More fear, panic even.
“But there is one key difference.”
She let his hands go, completely ignoring his muffled protests and feeble attempts at taking the protective headwear off again. White armoured fists struck her phrik plates several times, never eliciting any reaction. While possessing insufficient sense of touch in these plated gloves, definitely not suited for such delicate tasks, the knight of Ren started securing the helmet in place, connecting it to the rest of the stormtrooper suit and sealing it properly. Her head leaned closer, staring directly into the rookie’s face now. Although the dark visor revealed nothing, Zmej could practically see the terrorized expression beneath.
“We serve the Supreme Leader and they don’t. They fight against our new, just order, so they have no right to exist. If we need to kill every single one of those motherkarkers to make it clear, then we kill them and that’s that.”
With all said and done, the invisible tourniquet dissipated. The man choked and hungrily gasped for air, trying to push the helmet off once more, stopped by Zmej’s own hands again.
“Slow, deep breaths, private. Slow, deep breaths.”
Her head turned, observing the private’s neighbouring soldier for what seemed like eternity. This one also sported no helmet, completely missing the piece of equipment.
“Where’s your helmet, private?”
Another lesson to teach – part of her just wanted to summarily execute these soldiers, yet that’d render her lesson to them useless. Terror worked wonders when used properly, turning boys into men and cowards into courageous heroes unafraid of charging the enemy – knowing something far worse awaited behind.
Her gauntleted palm slapped the dark-haired private’s forehead, enough to make a point.
“Your skin isn’t duraplast. Your nose isn’t an advanced enviro filter. If you refuse to use proper equipment, you are a weak link that holds everyone back. In which case I’ll kill you right now and save everyone else the trouble of protecting you.”
The iron grip slid over to his shoulder, a friendly pat.
“So go get your helmet. Do it for me and your squad.”
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Outer Rim \\ Auril Sector \\ Ossus Atmospheric Assault Lander \\ En Route to Shield Gate
Allies: First Order | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"]
[member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]
"Mark in ten seconds." "Confirmed ten seconds."
Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Mark.
With the flick of a switch in the cockpit of the First Order Atmospheric Assault Lander, the shuttle's systems purred to life. Nestled into a large crater on one of the larger asteroids, dust kicked up but the ship remained anchored. Across the entire field of asteroids headed in the general direction of Ossus starfighters and assault landers powered on their systems. Rolf could feel the vibrations through the deck plating, the pause before lift-off only momentary. Waiting out the barrage of what he could only assume was an attempt to break up the asteroids had been tedious. Several times the impacts had been so large the Colonel was sure they were about to be shattered into a million pieces and cast out into the void - lucky for he and the troop complement behind him, they had yet to experience that fate.
Starfighter pilots of the First Order were also on the same time hack, their own flight leaders and squadron heads preparing them for the onslaught ahead. The asteroids were close enough now that any illusion of a mere travelling asteroid field would soon fail if it hadn't already.
"Secondary hack, ten seconds."
"Ten seconds, Aye."
*Ten seconds. Ten seconds that feel like eternity.* The sensation was one Rolf was intimately familiar with, a haunting memory of his near death flashing across his mind's eye. As time crossed the threshold of the tenth second the vessel sprung into action just as every other fighter and transport within the natural shield of the advancing field. The space between the largest of the rocks was made more dangerous by not only the incoming fire but also from the massive number of fragments as bits and pieces were chewed off by the projectile weapons. The Starfighter Corps would be earning their pay today.
The Colonel felt the pit of his stomach do a flip as the vessel lurched upward. Trooper armor gently rattled against each other, the bodies swaying with the motion of the deck. Breaking clear of the asteroid the shuttle gunned it forward, engines burning with as much energy as could be provided. The planet wasn't their objective, and as the fighters began to swarm from their berths within the asteroids it would soon become clear that they were headed directly for one of the shield gates around the planet. *First the hammer, then the sword.* Rolf knew his objective, the soldiers knew their objective, the pilots in turn - there was no ambiguity, there would be no hesitation.
He could feel the anticipation of battle on his breath, the mesmerizing sway and rock of the shuttle as it dodged nimbly from its space, avoiding both ship and asteroid alike. The cabin lights flickered, gloved hands squeezing their weapons tightly, a few double checking their gear. The whine of the engines being pushed to their limits filled the small space, each trooper now left to their own minds until that moment that the boarding ramp would descend and the fury of several repeating blasters carved out a safe deployment zone upon their disembarkation.
A violent impact on the right side of the shuttle sent the lights flickering, sparks igniting near the rear of the vessel's troop bay. Rolf could feel the deck shift beneath his feet, bodies clambering for balance in the now sliding shuttle. Another impact, this time on the left sent them reeling to the opposite side of the bay before a voice cut through the thundering impacts and roaring engines.
:: Standby - One Minute to Disembark. ::
A low growl formed in the Colonel's throat. He waited. He wanted it. He craved it - itched for it. The ruse was up, the game afoot. Soon enough the shuttles and fighters would be within striking distance of the planet's shield gates. Concentrated fire from the starfighters as well as the larger ships who no doubt would be revealing themselves in support of the main strike. Their objective was clear, the asteroids were much more than a simple concealment technique and according to his commander's display there were more than enough large pieces to carry out their objective. If not - there was always the backup plan.
The shuttle streaked towards the closest shield gate. Fighters wove in and out around it, providing an overwhelming barrage of cover fire at any vessels within their range. Patrol vessels, defense fighters, anything that might present a threat to the greater fleet attracted a swarm of the First Order vessels. As they approached the shield gate closest their fire began to focus on the defensive emplacements, drawing fire from the shuttle as it prepared to penetrate and deliver its payload. If the fighter's weapons weren't enough to overload the shields, if the commanders with their escort vessels were unable to assist... the backup plan was something even Rolf couldn't deny the effectiveness of.
Location: Aegis Base; Jedi Temple, Ossus Objective: Defend against dark forces Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Douglas Starwind"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | SJO and allies Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]| The First Order
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfLUX3ZHqkY&list=PL0dqWRYwKNGfLjrM-JVkieEkeMdoXvdk_&index=64
Was it curiosity, or was it 'the Force'?
Whatever it was, it kept drawing Stephanie's eyes up to the dark skies; beyond the whisps of cloud and up into the stars somewhere behind the sky of Ossus. At the same time, static came through her com fixed to her belt. He head turned down to look at the silver device as noise came through - noises that scared her, and chilled her. Sounds of screams and desperation, panic. Fear. Asteriods were expected; these were broken screams from people who were not expecting whatever was out there.
She dropped the satchel, and it flopped to the ground. But she was already running back towards the congregation as fast as she could, tears stinging the corner of her eyes with gritted teeth.
"Get out of here! Leave the area!" The Padawan shouted and waved her arms to those she ran past, who looked at her with confusion and uncertainty.
Stephanie rounded the fallen side of the Temple, heart racing and focused more than ever.
There was something out there attacking the Silver fleet and their deaths were echoing across the radio frequency.
"Valae! Thurion!" Formalities were dropped as she shouted out. "We've got go! We're being attacked!"
Allies:The Silver Jedi Order | [member="Romi Jade"]
Opposition:The First Order | [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] | [member="Torian Pierce"]
'Cap' gave a little whirl and a whine followed by a succession of beeps and blips that Veiere wouldn't have understood had he not been reading the droids response through his central computer; the pair of them were moments out of hyperspace and nearing the world of Ossus now when the astromech confirmed the incoming transmission from [member="Romi Jade"] down upon the ground. "Alright, I see it, putting it through now..." Veiere complied and tapping the screen upon his right, turned his focus to the communications hub of the terminal, with a push of a button, the display changing to show the various readouts and strength of the transmissions signal, his former Padawan's voice coming through the speakers and encouraging a small smile in him.
"Good to see you finally made it Master. Your late."
"A wise old man once told me, Romi...-A Jedi Master is never late. He arrives on time precisely when he means to!" a soft chuckle escaped him as he repeated the line that [member="Tiland Kortun"] had spoken to him twice now, more recently on Deneba and further back when the two had revived the Church of the Force so long ago now.
"Ossus has been put on lockdown, and their currently prepping the defenses. Rogue Asteroids..."
His look of amusement soon soured to a furrowed brow and general look of uncertainty as her words and lack of humor caught him at something of a loss, his right hand moving to pull back on the throttle of the Starfighter while his gaze was drawn not to the cockpit controls nor the sensor array but the canopy itself in which he gazed out towards the planet of Ossus, his eyes taking in the view yet not really seeing it as his concentration shifted beyond his immediate line of sight seeking to envelope himself within the force and using it to reach out and probe the natural energies of life for any hint of immediate threat or danger to himself.
"We don't know what the cause was yet but...I guess we'll soon find out..."
Her conclusion was rather astute and on time, his gaze was drawn away from the glowing orb to the right of his craft. From where he was he could barely make out the small flashes, more akin to the reflection of a scope bouncing off sunlight from afar given his distance and yet there it was...-The source of his sudden dread, a knot tightening within his stomach. "I'm going in for a look myself, I've just come into the sector so I'm still a ways off yet kid. Do what you can down there but keep your head about you...-It feels like every time I come here something bad's happening. Veiere out".
"I'll be around. Romi out."
Taking the throttle with his right hand, he pushed it all the way forward, his body being drawn back into the cushion of his seat as the X-wing lurched into full flight, the engines at his back making him feel like they could go up in flames for how small the body of the fighter was compared to the propulsion he had unleashed and yet behind him, the Astromech Droid would be monitoring all systems and alert him otherwise of any imminent concerns. "Cap, I've got a bad feeling about this..." Veiere remarked via the vessels interlink with the small droid, "Set shields at full, forward and aft...-Lock yourself in, this could get rough".
Location: Ossus
Objective: Repel a shower of rogue asteroids
Allies: SJO [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Elijah King"] [member="Audren Sykes"] (space) [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Garith Organa"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Charity Luckless"] (inbound to the shield gate)
Enemies: First Order [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Morro"] [member="Achim Veers"]
Music: Truth, Despair and Hope
In the distance, rogue asteroids were taking a beating, some of them also shattering in smaller pieces, HVC fire causing them to break down into fragments that would become much less dangerous, should. The first details on the asteroids began to return on the sensor arrays of both the shield gate and the Immobilizer 419. The largest was eight kilometers wide. Meanwhile, a distress call was issued; it came from the same direction as the asteroid shower was coming from. In her heart of hearts, and also in accordance to the Jedi Code, Jessica would have dispatched some assets to investigate, but she had to be cautious and only send a limited number of assets to this end. It's entirely possible that they want me to break formation and hence send in another force to hit that gate while the main force is away, and we do not want that, she thought. In addition, what appears to be... the main First Order fleet has just reverted to realspace, close to where the distress calls were made, or so it would seem. Because of those bizarre occurences, the crystal gravfield trap mounted onboard the I419 also scanned in that direction, attempting to determine whether the mass of those enemy ships matched their known masses. They didn't: something just isn't right. Either they had gravitic amplitude modulators or they weren't able to cause any damage.
"We're being hailed!" the communications officer curtly announced.
"Northwest Actual, this is the Immobilizer four-one-niner; there appears to be a discrepancy" the captain of the I419 told the occupants of the CIC over the encrypted command channel. "The main First Order battle fleet that just reverted, well, isn't real"
"This is Master Audren Sykes on board the frigate Tarlanc. The capital vessels near my location are not real. They are projections or distractions of some sort. A data file detailing which vessels is heading to you now."
"Confirm, Master Sykes, manifest received. The Immobilizer 419 also reports that the enemy fleet is made up of electronic illusions" Jessica told [member="Audren Sykes"].
From what she knew about Audren, she heard that he vanished from Silver Jedi space without prior warning, so that he could run TransGalMeg. However, just before the next volley would be ready to fire, and with it, the rogue asteroids making it to long-range turbolaser range, a much more horrifying surprise awaited them: very real TIE fighters of several models, all of which are First Order models, escorting what appears to be dropships. But they appeared to be focusing their attacks on the shield gate, prioritizing it over the fleet nearby. So the First Order has taken cover behind asteroids? That cover is easy to blow and they're forced to fight, she thought, while the tactical display inside the CIC was lighting up like a tree with each craft breaking their cover as it was blown, fighter or dropship. They had to do something, lest the First Order takes control of a shield gate. And that could lead to disaster on the surface, even with the anti-aircraft defenses and the theater shields in place.
"Target confirmed: First Order craft are breaking cover!" the Bimm sensor technician reported, almost panicking. "They are on a course for boarding the shield gate!"
"Open a channel to designated ground personnel; we must protect the gate at all costs!" Jessica ordered.
"Channel open" the communications officer acknowledged, with various personnel being contacted on the selected frequencies.
"Get reinforcements to the shield gate #1 immediately: boarding action is imminent" Jessica told [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Eri'anya Forr"], [member="Charity Luckless"], [member="Garith Organa"], [member="Valae Kitra"] (a.k.a. Vee), and even [member="Josh DragonsFlame"], alongside any other stragglers that can be spared, on comms.
"We might have scored direct hits on the asteroids, but there are still asteroids heading our way!" the Bimm sensor technician added.
"Direct all available long-range firepower on the remaining asteroids; however, ion cannons are to hold their fire. Standard-range turbolasers, fire on the dropships and bombers, point-defense, fire at will!" Julie ordered, while the Bimm sensor technician changed channels.
"To all allied units in the Adega system, target confirmed: First Order fighters, dropships" Jessica told [member="Alexandra Feanor"] over the channel changed by the Bimm.
Soon enough, the fight between the fighter screen around the shield gate began in earnest; the circus was joined by short-range weaponry such as point-defense machineguns and quad-lasers for targeting the smaller fry, and rapid-fire turbolasers being fired at the heavier dropships. The mostly Xi Charrian gunners manning those hardpoints were more than enthusiastic at the prospect of scoring kills against Imperials, even though they weren't the same Imperials that massacred their homeland; they gave their all to hit what fighters, what dropships they could, including leading the intended targets. Yet, over 200 Genie assault concussion missiles laden with fragmentation charges were fired by fighters at the cloud of enemy craft, while not firing at a particular craft, just at a location where the fragments would be in the flight path of the fighter cloud, and staying out of the shield gate proper. By the very nature of fragmentation charges, even if the enemy somehow managed to shoot down a few of those warhears prior to detonation, they would still be getting chunks of shrapnel in their faces. The First Order swarm of small craft would be facing heavy fire. But some craft would be taking the hit, and soon thereafter, losses began to be taken. Also, this volley of long-range fire would be even more intense than the last one because now not only projectile weapons would be fired, but also long-range turbolasers; ion cannons are ineffective against asteroids. Hopefully the next volley of long-range fire would still allow to create more asteroid fragments, which would then hit whatever ships are left behind.
It was more than obvious, even to people unfamiliar with Xi Charrian psychology, that the morale among the Xi Charrians inside the shield gates' crews correlated strongly to their specialties. Now that the short-range gunners were able to fire at actual Imperials, their morale skyrocketed, whereas the others' morale, such as ordnance technicians, may not have. The security crews manning the shield gates, ranging from Silver Jedi regulars, to heavy weapons infantry (mortars being ineffectual inside the confines of a space station, they were replaced by electromagnetic plasma machineguns), were rather green, and the Xi Charrians among the crew, while eager to kill stormtroopers as they land, did not fit traditional suits of Mk8 Katarn armor; they had to wear modified suits for their own morphologies so that they can contribute to their holy war. Also, as a result of the engagement on Ord Radama, the commissioned officers serving in a security capacity even had ysalamiri on nutrient frames in their backpacks, almost as if it was an authority symbol, a proof of their commissioned status. When the security crews, mostly made up of those insectoids, began setting up choke points all across the shield gates, the insectoids were chittering angrily in response to the warning systems detecting the presence of Imperials closing in on gate #1:
"<It is time for holy war! For Charros!>" the Xi Charrians clattered angrily through clicks, all across the shield gate #1, in what was the closest approximation of unison inside a 4-km station.
"<Death to the Imperials, no prisoners!>" another Xi Charrian battle cry was heard shortly after that, even though non-Xi Charrians could not understand what was being shouted.
Fired at the rogue asteroids from long range using long-range fire
Fired at the dropships, fighters at short range
Called for reinforcements at the shield gate
The security inside shield gates prepares for battle
A momentary sense of calm flooded Valae as Thurion’s voice reached her mind. She shifted a grateful glance his way, as well as a small smile. He was more than her master, through the years he had become much like a father to Valae, and she hoped to make him proud. Valae nodded to Stephanie Swail as she moved off to complete a sweep of the temple, and she ignored the pang of anxiety that hit her. She knew that Steph was capable, but the urge to protect her was quite strong. For a moment, she watched as her padawan made her way, and then she turned back to the group around her.
No doubt, there were already eyes upon her. They were waiting for direction.
Valae brought a fist her to mouth as she cleared her throat. She supposed that it would be a good idea to have some Jedi support in Knossa, one of the largest cities on Ossus. It didn’t take much to imagine the panic happening there as people rushed to find shelter in preparation for possible asteroid impact. But then, there was a strange feeling that made Valae’s brow crease. There was static over her comm that quickly was replaced by voices. Her gaze shifted quickly as Stephanie came running back, her warning confirmed by the information coming in.
Her stomach twisted, and Valae felt a rush of panic. Already feeling out of breath, she knew that she had to do something. But there was doubt clouding her mind. It was certain that her friends and colleagues would find themselves in danger now – she could not protect them all. Would she give the right orders… would she fail in her duty as Grandmaster? Take it one task at a time, she reminded herself sternly. Drawing in a sharp breath, she began to center herself, and finally spoke.
“We- we need to protect the shield gate.” She swallowed hard, and her eyes fell upon Master DragonsFlame. “With me, please.” And then to Jessica Med-Beq, she responded, "We're on our way to the gate now."
And as she started to run towards the hangar, she activated her comm and sent out a distress signal that would be received across Silver space.
“This is Valae Kitra of the Silver Jedi Order – Ossus is under attack.”
Allies: [member="Achim Veers"] | [member="Morro"] | Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] Objective: Spring the trap. Locations: Ossus Asteroid Field
Rausgeber watched on his tactical feed as the forward asteroids were pulverised by the Silver Jedi's bombardment. The relaxed nature of their attacks, meant that the larger asteroids survived largely unscathed. Carlyle smirked as the attack began to commence, it was now time to put the plan into motion. "Activate the Vigilant's gravity well generator." Carlyle commanded, "And have it pulse the asteroids towards the Jedi." He smoothly barked.
The interdictor cruiser, the FIV Vigilant powered up her gravity wells, and began to create a gravitational pulse. The pulse was directed to the Silver Jedi fleet, and began to project literal thousands of asteroids to the Silver Jedi fleet, in a massive wave. Most of the incoming debris, and rocks were ironically enough created by the Jedi themselves, through firing at the asteroid field. The wave swept over the Silver's tactical positions, swamping where their ships had sat in orbit.
As the wave of debris washed over the Silver Jedi's forces, the FIV Menace's tractor beam powered on, and took a hold of the gargantuan asteroid. The Vanquisher-class destroyer pushed through the debris field, to it's edge, and carefully, yet tentatively the technicians aboard the Menace began to ready the tractor beam. The drain on the system, and the power involved in dragging an asteroid that was nearly four times the size of the vessel, into position.
The Menace steadied itself, as the crewman aboard charged the tractor beam. It was a painstaking process, but when fully charged, the asteroid unleashed itself. It was flung, at a crazy speed towards shield gate two. Carlyle smirked as he watched it hurtle towards the gate. Should it hit, it would surely shatter the station, and lead to it's immediate destruction.
Rausgeber's attention however would not be away from the battle for too long. His attention turned to the Silver Jedi fleet, "Captain Banning," He snapped, his voice reverberating over the comms unit, "Move your pack to loose assault position, disable the Lucrenhulk." He barked, "Now, get Commodore Baxter to move his vessels to assault position, and prepare to engage the Jedi fleet." The trap had been sprung, now it was time to see how competent these Jedi were in an imperial's domain.
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Location: Ossus Jedi Temple, Side Area
Objective: Heading to group up with Josh and co.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order [member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Enemies: The First Order, [member="Adron Malvern"] (When he show's himself)
Lightsaber, Light combat armor, Three Thermal/Smoke/Flash/ grenades, pair of one pound explosive blocks, Pair of Verpine Shatterguns, Thermal Visor
Dusaro had been fairly close to his ship when the communication came in about the attack on the shield gate. "This is Dusaro Dresari reporting in, picking up some more gear from my ship and then i will be enroute to the transport up to the gate." After giving out the message to both Jessica and Josh, Dusaro turned the speeder back around to his ship. There were some things in there that might just come in handy. After stopping by he opened up his ram and ran up it and into the cargo bay where he kept his equipment. Going through it he pulled out a pair of one pound explosives along with additional grenades. Jedi he may be but the former Merc-Man never went far without his equipment and tools. When it came to combat that was even more true. "Headed there now." Dusaro called out, keeping the ship onlne and the shields up, just in case something happend. After exiting his ship, Dusaro headed back to his speeder, taking off to the hangar where they would be launching off at.
The bay was busy, both with troops and mechanics, preflight checks, the whole list. Dusaro was not so strong and close to the force to feel the deaths of those in orbit, but he could feel the tension, anexity, anger and resolute feelings the planets defenders gave off where he was. They were prepared for this and did not plan on giving ground and neither did he. Several launchbays were already empty, probably from flights having been launched as an early precaution. It was just as busy as one would expect a launch hangar to be in pre-combat mode and Dusaro quickly navigated the bustle of people as he headed straight to his destination, the transport launch bay. His ship had been parked close enough to let him manage arriving first even with his short side trip to pick up the rest of his gear. After arriving inside the transport he walked briskly in before strapping himself into the seat and waiting for the others to arrive. The first to appear would be greeted by a short nod and a Hello.
As he sat and waited, Dusaro tried to listen into the comms. It didn't seem like a massive enemy force, more a well organized strike force. Which this deep in Silver territory made sense. But he did wonder about how they planned to actaully make it past the shield gates and even more importantly, what the entire point of this operaiton is. Then Dusaro heard something over the comms. Something about a larger fleet appearing and various ship bound chatter. Trying to focus on it, there was one thing that caught his attention. They had used meteors to shower the Silver Forces. But beyond that, he had no specifics. What Dusaro did have though was a bad feeling that was growing in strength. "This is going to be a bad day."
Post: 2 Location: Ossus, with three TIE Hunters Objective: Try to get past the shield gate Allies: First Order | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | Enemies: Silver Jedi Order
On the mark, Theo's squad immediately powered on their ships. With a shudder, the squad lifted off among the chaos. They reactivated the systems that they had disabled previously whilst waiting for the call, then lurched forward at a high speed, attempting to maneuver so as to avoid any predictable flying pattern.
"Proceed straight to downtown. We're pushing the envelope, men."
Getting his ship down as low as possible towards the shield gate in order to ensure he was too close for some of the turrets, Theo made adjustments, trying to get a turret in his sights. He took a deep breath before making a tight turn, then straightened out.
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Achim Veers"] Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Audren Sykes"], [member="Alexandra Feanor"] Objective: Begin Operation Clean House Location: Orbit of Ossus
As soon as the FIV Vigilant’s gravitational pulse hurtled asteroids towards the enemy fleet, Commander Morro noticed a sudden mopping of brows, small droplets of sweat captured by stark white handkerchiefs. There would be no more complaints that the FIV Polaris was too fething cold inside.
The familiar voice of the Admiral came barrelling out of the Polaris’s comms:
"Captain Banning, move your pack to loose assault position, disable the Lucrenhulk."
Banning nodded at Morro to relay back the affirmative as he began moving the small and nimble fleet into position. These next steps had been painstakingly practiced again and again like a choreographed waltz, and when the gargantuan asteroid shot towards the Goliath that was Shield Gate two, the Commander immediately said to Rausgeber, “Operation Clean House is about to begin, Sir.”
The eight vessels engaged their tractor beams to pull medium-sized, compact asteroids into the beam’s magnetic energy, the vessels themselves bobbing and weaving to avoid both asteroids and offensive fire, and then suddenly charged the Lucrehulk supercarrier. On the outside it looked like a sloppy suicide mission, but instead of ramming the huge ship, FO corvettes and frigates came together, skimming as close to the carrier as possible, dragging the asteroids behind them, scraping the hull, their targets the weapons and hypervelocity batteries. “FIV Gypsy, you’re getting too close!” shouted Morro to the Fortan II which nearly slid along the side of the behemoth starship like a lamprey would cling to a shark.
As soon as the ships zipped out of range again the asteroids were hurled back at the Lucrehulk as though garbage being jettisoned.
Several Years Ago... Unknown Regions aboard the FIV Invincible
On one of the last assignments out in the edges of the borders of First Order Space the FIV Invincible was sent out to patrol the borders of their great empire, far from the comforts of Civilization, the scum of wild space roamed, everything from black market smugglers looking to making an easy cred to rival crime organizations creating hold outs in the far reaches of space. So far it had been up to the FIV Invincible for the better part of a year in trying to establish order in all the lawlessness. As the fleet is sent in to at last squash the final remnants of several cartels in one fell swoop. The group known as the 212th Iron Squadron began to get prepped. Its members consisted of Thomas Kyrel better known as Iron 1 or his better designation TN-2499 other members included his co pilot Kat TN-4017, Iron 2, A woman who had grown up with him on Dosuun and joined the same time together at the Imperial Academy some had even thought them as in a relationship, most of the squad consisted of friends from Dosuun at least from other settlements. They were Marius, TN-2384, Iron 3 a big but kind hearted man who had grown to love being amongst the stars, James, TN-5009 Iron 4 A young boy who had dreams of a better life than growing up in poverty and then finally came the mysterious TN- 6689, Iron 5. Some say that he didn't have a name only a number, as for his past even Kyrel couldn't tell. He was soft spoken but one could always count on him.
As the Destroyer dropped out of hyperspace, the stars filled with bursts of red and green turbo laser blasts. The intercom blared and the Irons were forced to scramble hurryingly gathering their gear, and all the while Thomas remained calm as if this was just standard routine for him. Kat tried to reassure him, and even tried to lovingly sneak an arm around him while the other members weren't noticing, and before everyone rushed out to the Hanger, she whispered softly in his ear. "Everything is going to be Okay Captain, it's just another bug hunt after all." And with that Thomas reassured himself as he followed his gunner out to the hanger. He waited for Kat to climb in before climbing after her. Readying his systems before finally launching into the frey, he said transmitting over his comm. "All Irons stay in formation we can do this guys."
Then the battle was on, the enemy was using numerous Ancient ships, while the First Imperials were using Imperial X Star Destroyers, The enemy was using uglies a cobbled mix of different fighter pieces that gave its name. Iron Squadron was focused on attacking capital ships, banking against enemy fire, and when Thomas had enemy uglies on his tail, Kat switched the gun around and fired upon taking out the enemy with ease. For minutes it seemed like the battle was going well of course, but after what seemed like hours the enemy was fighting back, even when they were losing they were going out swinging. All of a sudden he could hear all sorts of chatter. He could hear those of his squadmates and he could hear screams, the last thing was all that he could hear was the sounds of Kat screaming for a brief moment, then saw what was a flash of light... Was this the end or the beginning of something new?
Present Day... Ossus
Kyrel was still reeling from the memory. He never thought his rebirth would come from that day, of course at times he missed the soft gentle touch of Kat, or tha laughter of his brothers. But he had chosen this path, and that day is what led him to this moment, like the day he killed his Jedi Mother, Today Kyrel Ren would be feared amongst the Silver Jedi, and like all Jedi they would die. He shook off the memory and what it would lead to the more he went searching in the dark recesses of his mind. When he had heard of his Daughter's words, he had considered it carefully as he for once did not know what to say, he was lost within his thoughts as his breathing was the only sound to be heard. When he finally came too he spoke to her considering his words. "What I have done was done in a moment of anger. I chose my path, weather you wish to fully embrace the darkness and do such things to your Mother, that choice is yours alone." He said as the fleet finally began to emerge the plan had begun as the fleet was mobilized.
He activated the systems of the Fury and within moments the ship came to life and was out of the Hanger within moments. The Furious began moving quickly through the Asteroid field, Kyrel maneuvering his way carefully through the Asteroid field as he moved in, seeing the entire fleet made up of capital ships and various other vessels the enemy had, not to mention the shield gates in place which would make the mission difficult if they weren't taken out, but Kyrel's attention was drawn to the transport unknowingly to him [member="Rolf Amsel"] was aboard, as it made it's run towards the shield gate either attempting to board or get past, he noticed it under fire from incoming fighters, and defenses. Knowing it wouldn't last long, he yanked the control yoke to lend aid to the transport. Using his piloting skills that he had honed as Thomas, he accelerated the Furious, coming in like a bat out of hell, keeping his fingers closed on the triggers sending a wave after wave of violent green blast at the enemy fighters, even doing his best to absorb the blasts the enemy was giving him, as he finished off the fighters, he flew in front of the transports even attempting to take out any turrets or defenses the gate might have, but even if he couldn't he kept the transport safe just long enough for it to reach its destination.
At the same time, the fleet led by [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] had done the unthinkable, he had used his ships tractor beams to attempt to launch a huge asteroid at a shield gate. For a moment all Kyrel could do was marvel at the Admiral's resourcefulness and his ingenuity in his attempt for the attack. He decided to wait and see if the crazy attack would work before taking the chance and pressing towards the shield gate. He had no idea if it would work, or even if the Jedi could take on such a thing, he imagined that if it worked there was a likely chance that he could get through the shield gate, and do considerable amounts of damage but who knows if it would work. Nonetheless, he pressed his attack on any enemy craft attacking the fleet biding his time and waiting for an opening. He needed to get through that shield, the mission depended on it.
Another message – vastly direr than before – rang through her comlink. Worried expression changed into that of horror as she took in master Kitra’s words and their meaning. Of course, the Jedi in training tried to steel herself against the outburst of hopelessness that followed. No amount of training could prepare one from suddenly feeling lost though. Always a pacifist, the yellow-skinned girl felt completely out of place, going from one battle to another, battling an enemy that desired nothing less than exterminating the Silver Jedi and all under their protection. Everything about it was so wrong – she understood nothing, she could not comprehend the levels of malice and evil that drove them into butchering innocent sentients.
The speeder bike gained in propulsion, driving towards the Aegis station even faster than before, hurried by urgency.
Was it the Galactic Empire again? Kaiza’s heart skipped a beat and she had to resist this oppressive knot in her stomach that threatened to shatter her inner balance. She didn’t want to go through another Charros IV, see the planet destroyed by an oppressive regime that committed genocide under the guise of liberation. Completely loathing the thought of witnessing such destruction again, the young Padawan raced against the wind, each passing second only strengthening the terrible feeling she tried to supress. Apocalyptic images began to materialize in her mind – smouldering ruins of Aegis base, all her friends slaughtered. In response, the teenage Padawan let her helmet’s face plate slide open, letting sharp winds lash against her tattooed cheeks. The cold sensation worked wonders – forced to focus on the present, Kaiza rejected the terrible thoughts that desired to break her spirit.
Over there, on the horizon, the base continued to proudly stand guard; still in one piece, undamaged and ready to take on the invader. Witnessing the courageous defiance against galactic tyrants bolstered the Mirialan’s spirit; no longer a victim to anxiety and prepared to defend all that was right and good in the galaxy, she hurried her speeder towards the The young Jedi did not bother parking the speeder bike – slowing it down to a halt, she hopped off and left it behind, rushed footsteps delivering her to the base’s premises. A confirmation of her identity and she was free to enter, brown robe billowing in her wake. Wasting no time, quick strides of metal boots carried her through the corridors, her destination nothing other than the hanger. Taking the fight to the enemy became her number one priority, denying them access to Ossus. Encountering other Jedi on the way was inevitable.
“Masters.” The Padawan greeted while bowing to honour her fellow Jedi, not foregoing these small signs of respect even in dark times like these.
“Please, let me accompany you.”
She was just a student, still very new to wars and massive battles. Fully aware of it, her instincts urged her to seek out a more experienced Jedi's advice. But time was of the essense; clad in heavy battle armour, armed with a lightsaber and following the path of Jedi Guardian, there was no doubt her place would be on the front lines – no amount of discomfort could change that and Kaiza had already accepted her Fate.
