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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2013 19:26:28 GMT -8
*The holo burst to life revealing a security recording of a small laboratory. A short man with wire rimmed glasses, wild hair and a receding hairline was seen talking to someone off camera. He seemed agitated with whomever was off camera as he moved about behind his desk. The man moved away from the desk and towards the back of the room drawing the person of camera into view. The man who stepped into view was Crx and one other soldier who wore armor similar to Kedas.*
*Crix moved up to the desk and began to speak to the other man in what looked like a threatening tone. The other man shrugged of Crixs threat and stood his ground against the verbal assault. Folding his arms across his chest, Crix tried to make himself look more imposing. The man however turned his back to Crix as if he had made his decision. Shaking his head, Crix waved his hand, this time both Keda and Ace appeared on camera. Crix gave the man some final words before turning and leaving the room. The soldier who had appeared first on camera raised his rifle and prepared to fire.*
*Before the soldier could get off a shot, the man spoke a single word. Everyone in the room, except the man, seemed to freeze in place. The man turned and walked past the soldier before speaking again. This time the soldier fire three shots at the wall where the man had stood, all the while the man went about the room gather various documents and other items. Once this task was completed the man stopped in front of the soldier, he handed him a cylindrical data storage device and a set of orders. Without another word the man exited the room through a small door off to the side.*
*As soon as the door hissed shut, Keda and her partners snapped out of their stasis. Ace handed a small device to Keda before pulling another out of a side pouch. Each individual set to work as if the man had never been there at all. Once all the devices were set, they quickly exited the room through the same door as Crix. Several seconds later the room erupted into a ball of fire cutting the transmission.*
*The screen went blank for several seconds before a set of coordinates popped up on screen along with the image of a planet. A distorted, fuzzy image of Shili appeared from the holo, the coordinates below indicated a place a short distance from Corvala.*
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Aug 2, 2013 14:46:55 GMT -8
Devlin stares at the coordinates, bewildered. He runs his right hand through his tightly wrapped, long hair.
"Is that where they're going, where they've been, or both?"
He leans forward and presses both palms against his desk.
If ever a situation called for reflection and guidance from the Force, this was it. He needed to discuss this with someone else. That way, at least someone else would know where he went, if he suddenly disappeared.
He snatches the holo off his desk, walks out the door of the office, and follows the corridors toward the Library, hoping to find either of his Padawans or Master Zero.
But, really, any Jedi would do. Devlin Dewe just needed someone to talk to, a sounding board for his dilemma. And, although CZ-9 was a good listener, he just was terrible at giving advice.
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Post by Talon Frost on Aug 7, 2013 19:25:07 GMT -8
The Padawan was walking down the corridor to Master Dewe's Office when he saw Devlin Step out.
A good surprise, he was going to inform him of the report concerning the two intruder's departure from Ossus and was going to inqure about Devlin's well being. Apparently, he will not have long to wait to ask.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Aug 8, 2013 16:53:05 GMT -8
Devlin was so lost in thought he almost ran into his Padawan.
"Talon!"
He clasps his friend's shoulders.
"Sorry, I just received the strangest vid."
He holds the holoprojector in his open right palm.
"What do you know of Shili?"
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Post by Talon Frost on Aug 8, 2013 18:20:22 GMT -8
Talon smiles and Bows to his Master.
I do not. But, I know where to find out..
Talon smiles and gestures his hand towards the direction leading to the Great Librairy.
After you, Master.
The pair Make their way to the Library.
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Post by Talon Frost on Aug 10, 2013 6:38:08 GMT -8
Instantly the Lights turn a Reddish-hue and begin to slowly pulsate in a Rhythm.
Those who know this also hear the alert that has been designed to inform everyone there concerning immediate Danger and defensive / Evac-protocols are now enacted.
The Instructors and staff begin to stop their normal routine and begin to assist in getting the younglings, students and Jedi Hopefuls off-world or to a safe shelter near Knossa.
The Masters, Knights and their respective Padawans, assume their defensive positions around and within the Praxeum as the Praxeum security staff start to make their patrol along the halls, entry points and the grounds of the Praxeum.
This would normally be an intense situation any place else. But the Ossus Praxeum has gone through this before... Something they hope, will be Much less frequent in the future.
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Post by Delmani Altic on Aug 13, 2013 20:06:50 GMT -8
Delmani played the recording, which was just over a minute long, absorbing every moment of it into his eidetic memory.
The Temple was large, though no where near the size of the Temples on Coruscant and Yavin 4, though its structure was taller than it was wide, which meant more movement up and down. That could make fighting difficult, when it came to it. And it would, of that, Delmani was certain. The Jedi were not going to simply roll over and give up without a fight. Even though he knew the Mandalorian forces assigned to the mission were ready to move at a moment's notice, they would still take some time to arrive and plant forces in support of himself and his Black Operators. Breathing deeply, Delmani considered their next move.Alright, boys, listen up. Soviet, Hoover, get to your positions. You're only a couple hundred meters off, report back once you've set up. If it takes more than half an hour, report anyways.Copy that, Del. Came Soviet's voice over the commlink.Gaunt, get with me, we're making for the far side of the compound. Slag and Tag, you lot are sticking it out here for a while. I want you to set up a temporary observation point here. The Mandos had some boys they were sending in to join us, but I haven't heard word of them yet. Not sure if they're dead or just running late, though I suspect the later. Mando'ade were never known for their punctuality.You got that right, Del. Slag quipped.Cut the noise, Slag, we're here to work, not play. We'll enjoy our drinks once we've got all the Jetii in binders. Delmani snapped back, his mind focused on the task at hand.Tag, once you've linked up with our vode, give me a buzz and I'll have you set up on the South end. Depending on how many boys they bring, we'll distribute them evenly so every vantage point has an equal force to apply to our attack.Sure thing, ner'vod. Tag replied.Delmani checked his chrono, dawn would arrive in the next five hours. They had plenty of time to get set up, even if the Mando Clansmen ended up late to the field. Standing, Delmani signaled for Gaunt to join him. The other commando picked up from his position several meters away and followed Delmani toward the edge of the woodline, nearby where Soviet and Hoover were headed. From here, Delmani opened a private channel between him and Gaunt, so as to keep the main channel clear of noise.We've got to move quickly if we're going to make it across in good fashion, without being seen. Gaunt nodded his acknowledgement.How are we supposed to cross the compound? It'd take far too long to maneuver all the way around, and we need a solid three hours of recce before daylight hits and we've got to stay in hiding.Delmani dropped to a knee as they broke through the woodline, setting himself down into a patch of shrubs and bushes that obscured him from sight. Gaunt squatted beside him, his rifle laying across his knees. Delmani looked out across the expansive Jedi stronghold. The main temple was roughly a kilometer away from their location on the hill, and he looked the facility up and down with the magnification functions in his helmet. The temple itself was a ziggurat-style structure with a multi-leveled section of reflective transparasteel topped by an inverted pyramid that housed the visitor's chambers and the landing pad atop the Temple. Surrounding the facility were several small structures known to house Jedi students. Connected by one of the several courtyards was the Academy's administration building. Delmani wasn't too worried about that compound; the information he had been given by GALCOM stated it was mainly used for the handling of non-Jedi employees and contractors.
The student housing buildings, however, were of a priority. Delmani wasn't yet sure how to handle them, but he had his ideas.We'll be taking a path through the academy compound, but we'll skirt the Southern edge of the place so as to avoid the student buildings and the main entranceways. We shouldn't have any problems. Our armor will prevent us from coming up on sensors, but we'll have to watch for any security cams or roving patrols. For the moment, it looks like they're running a skeleton crew, I can only spot four or five personnel throughout the area.Gaunt nodded, then snapped several images with his helmet's cameras and relayed them to Delmani. The images were of the courtyards attached to the bottommost levels of the Temple, three main ones, it seemed.We've got to watch out for these sections during the attack. Gaunt explained, focusing on several areas of each image and outlining them on his HUD, which was streaming to Delmani's.Looks like they've got entrances here and here, though I can't rightly get a good view of the far side yet. Gaunt continued. He switched programs, which brought up an overlay of the area onto both commando's HUD's. Red circles appeared, marking the positions of the five personnel Delmani had already spotted, along with two more that seemed to be roaming around the area. None of them looked too heavily armed, though the images were somewhat grainy. A pathway began to line itself throughout the compound map weaving around the student housing and around the South side of the Temple building.Sound good, Del? Gaunt asked.I like it. Let's move. He replied, pushing himself back onto his feet. On his HUD, he caught side of Soviet and Hoover's positions some ways North of their own. The two commandos were likely already setting up into position for overwatch.Hold on Del, I've got a question. Gaunt spoke suddenly. Delmani dropped back to a knee.Make it quick, we've got to move.Our boys'll be helping us round up the Ysanna after we've taken the Temple, ya?Delmani nodded in confirmation. Yes, and we'll have support from First Airborne to help us with that. Primitive tribals or not, the Ysanna will be rounded up just the same. They are Force Users, after all.Gaunt seemed satisfied for the moment. It was a decent enough plan, and there didn't seem to be any real cooperation between the Jedi and the Ysanna tribes in terms of common defense.And what about our assault? I had the idea that we could infiltrate the main building, capture and detain whoever we can, then put out a false call to the student buildings, bringing them into the main temple. Walk them into a trap. Gaunt shrugged. Or the other way around, capture the students first and get everyone else outside.Delmani shook his head. No, it'll have to be the former. If we get everyone outside, we'll have to expose just how few we are in number. That might convince the Jetii they can get away with doing something stupid, like resisting. We keep things inside, not only can we neutralize their Knights and Masters in better order, but we can do so without them knowing just how many of us there are. Once we have their defenses reprogrammed, we can round them all up, and then extract all the data from the memory banks of the Archives and prep them for upload to GALCOM.Gaunt nodded curtly, running a hand over his rifle.I look forward to this, Del. The commando muttered.Delmani felt his jaw tighten. Don't go crazy on me, son. He muttered.I don't plan on it. But it will be nice, put my daughter's soul to rest. Gaunt stood, gripping his rifle and stepping off before Delmani could rise. The older commando knew Gaunt craved vengeance, though he was thankful the man hadn't let it cloud his mind. Catching up, Delmani and Gaunt traversed the hillside South-East, sticking to shrubs and rocks and depressions for concealment. The night was young, but growing older, and the pair only had roughly an hour to reach their position before the coming daylight would start eating into their recce time.Delmani continued down the hillside towards the edge of the Jedi compound, keeping his rifle handing in case they spotted anyone spotting them. Thankfully, they saw no one until they reached the bottom of the decline and began maneuvering along the edge of the complex, where the foliage grew most densely. At that point, when they were no more than one-hundred-and-fifty meters from the Temple itself, they turned South, making their way around and keeping out of sight.
The only person they did see in the area was a guard or maintenance technician of some kind. The being was busy fiddling with something in a bag at the time of Delmani and Gaunt's passing, so he proved not to be a bother.
They crept in the dark around the Southern edge of the Temple compound, where Delmani received confirmation from Soviet that he and Hoover had set up and had visual contact on Delmani and Gaunt. Delmani continued pushing forward, enjoying the burn in his muscles as they stayed tense and ready for anything. The adrenaline that surged through him warmed his cheeks and send his heart racing, all were wonderful reminders of the trials of battles passed.Nearly three-quarters of an hour later, Delmani and Gaunt found themselves overcoming another incline, this time on the far East side of the Jedi compound. The pair of commandos made their way through shrubs and trees towards a high rise that overlooked the main entrance of the Temple structure itself. Delmani thought briefly how great of a sniping post the area would be. He slowed his pace and crouched low, clambering over a series of boulders that served as the ground for the moment. The rocky slope was surrounded by a dense layer of trees and foliage, providing good cover.
Once the pair reached a solid position, Delmani unloaded his pack and looked at the trees around him. They were thick in trunk and covered with light green moss, melding in well with the darkly color armor the commandos wore. The old commando knelt down and opened the pack, pulling a small laser device from one of the compartments. He held the object up for Gaunt to see.Get on the comms, tell the others to pull their designators and set them up at their positions. Don't bother with the infrared, the Jetii are bound to carry IR equipment that'll spot it. When we hit the temple, we'll leave the designators on remote, in position, so they can be activated when needed. After all, there's nothing like a swarm of red dots on your chest to convince your you're outnumbered…even if you're not.Gaunt chuckled and passed on the information. I like the idea. It might help keep their forces off our backs.The commando was pulling equipment out of his pack and loading it onto his utility belt. A pair of grenades, a slicing tool, and other gear all had their place in this mission. The packed explosives they'd brought were critical, Tag had suggested they blow the landing pad on the Academy roof to prevent the Jedi from launching a recovery op from on top of them. Delmani had okayed the idea immediately.Set up your gear and drop into position. From there…we watch. Delmani said as he laid down and began pulling foliage over him. Leafed branches and twigs would serve as decent camo for anyone who happened to stumble to close, and after spending a good few minutes on it, Delmani had effectively rendered himself and his pack invisible.We've got one day of recon and then we fight. We push for dawn, just before any guard changes occur. We want their guys tired, we want their replacements unprepared. And most of all, we want the Jetii to be asleep.Gaunt scoffed, a loud huffing noise over the commlink.That's how they usually die. It's a wonder they're not all afraid of the dark by now... |
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Aug 14, 2013 6:53:41 GMT -8
Atop the roof of the Great Jedi Library, his favorite lookout spot, Jacob Erie taps the shoulder of a commando.
The soldier jumps, shaking his Katarn-class Mark IV night ops armor.
"Damn. I hate when you appear out of nowhere."
"You should be used to it by now. It's my favorite hobby."
Jacob grins.
"It's dawn, shift's over. Did you see anything?"
"Scanners didn't pick up anything unusual."
The leader of the Force Stalkers repressed a sigh. He never trusted machines, just his eyes. He knew too well how to hide from both, however.
"Dismissed, soldier. Get some rest. Master Dewe wants us battle-ready."
"Does he expect something, sir? I mean, did the Force tell him something."
"I always expect something."
Devlin, however, was an odd commander, in Jacob's opinion. The Jedi had given him near total autonomy, something rather unexpected; but not unwelcome. Unfortunately, Devlin rarely thrust the elite unit into precarious situations. An oversight, Jacob tried to rectify at every opportunity.
With a salute, the commando leaves the rooftop. Jacob settles flat onto the roof; his clothing matching its color exactly. He taps the commlink in his ear.
"Force Stalkers, we have the day."
Fortis and Jana checking in. We're on the Praxeum roof.
The Mirialan twins commed in unison. Jacob hated when they did that. Perhaps that was why they did it.
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Aug 14, 2013 17:10:48 GMT -8
Jaecyn talked with the master-at-arms. There were a couple of Ysannan who felt an absence in the Force, or a diminishing at least. Normally, these were reported as part of a "shake down" patrol, conducted at random, or whenever the patroller thought it was something of note. Given galactic events, nothing was to escape notice. Shifts for the Ysannan were longer, on account of them being used to the longer than standard days on Ossus, 31 hours in all. Added to it, that shift turn-over overlapped by a couple hours, or so. This allowed for a smoother transition between the preceding and following shifts, absent much of the clamor that would normally occur when one shift drops what they do and hands it off to the other.
Jaecyn, still armed and clad in his armored flight suit, finished his discussion, and moved to do a brisk look over of the security forces. Though the armor between the two, his flight suit and the "SecFo" armor suits, had their own distinct functions and appearances, the level of workmanship, material, etc, was of equal quality. His intuition gave him concern, but also a hint of daring the powers that be. He did try to dispel over thinking of either feeling, though. Most of the others he walked among were aware of what was happening elsewhere in the galaxy, but didn't seem as troubled or excited by it as he. Being a statesman had that effect, though, as it comes with the territory. Still, he was confident in his fellow natives. For all their advancements, they still kept the skills that would, in addition, make them a formidable force.
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Post by Delmani Altic on Aug 15, 2013 16:53:22 GMT -8
Delmani Altic/GC-02, GALSAF Black Operations Leader
North-East hilltop overlooking Ossus Jedi Temple
0540, by Ossan 31 hour day What's that?What's what?"Landing pad atop the Temple.I don't see it.I swear it was there. A flicker of something.Think they have stealth units pulling watch?Might be. I've got nothing on thermal, IR, or UV.Did you try sonar?No. Wait a minute…yeah, I got it now. Looks like something. It's barely coming up.Jetii, you think?Looks like it. Sonar should be reading clear. It's all fuzzy, but it's picking up something. Got a heart rate.Human, you think? Maybe Ysannan?Not sure. It's got to be a stealth unit of some kind. Probably suit coupled with Force powers.Camouflage, I'm betting.Agreed. Think we should tag it?Do you have a clear enough reading for a shot?I might. Hold on…yeah, I can make that.Load the tracking dust. I'll keep watch.Delmani shifted his weapon over to the Temple room, switching his scope to sonar tracking and brought up the same view Gaunt must have been getting. The top section of the temple came in rather clear along the bottom of his scope's vision, shown as a solid grey square. The topside of the platform was darker, considering the angle at which the sensor waves were hitting it, fewer were reflecting back into the scope's reader. Amidst the dark shading, however, he could barely make out an indiscernible shape. It looked more like a faint, fuzzy oval, slightly thicker on one end than it was on the other. Delmani figured the thicker end was the thing's torso, the thinner end the legs.Yeah, looks like a sniper, prone. He relayed to Gaunt.Alright, I've got the dust loaded. Gaunt replied, setting his bi-pods into a stable position in the dirt. He had cleared a small section of ground for his weapon's legs, though the rest of him was covered in foliage gathered from around the area. Invisible to all but the best. Gaunt pulled the rifle's stock against his shoulder, resting it where the beskar'gam angled slightly inward to accommodate the weapon's shape. He rested the cheek of his helmet against the side of the rifle, lining his visor up behind the scope.I've got it. Gaunt reported.Delmani kept his weapon angled at the shape, wishing the magnification on his lens wasn't maxed out already. Thankfully, the tracking dust they were using wouldn't be seen or felt by their target, so even if it turned out to be nothing, all they did was waste a shot. The dust was made out of a material that absorbed most light in the visible spectrum, and even some in the Ultraviolet and Radiation ranges. It was intended to coat a target and could be tracked using their helmet and tracking systems. To anyone else, it would appear on IR and other optical devices as, well…dust.Take the shot when you're ready. Don't forget to account for drop.Gaunt took a deep breath, letting it out evenly. He angled the weapon upwards and to the right, slightly, toward the thinner end of the oval, then brought his scope just above it. If they were right about the figure on screen, Gaunt would be aiming for its lower legs and feet. The Black Operations commando took another breath and released it slowly, waiting until his lungs emptied before gently squeezing the trigger.
With not so much as a bump of recoil, the small packet of tracking dust was accelerated from the barrel of the rifle and straight out of the muzzle and across the near kilometer of distance between the two commandos and the landing platform target. If the shot was true, the dust would impact imperceptibly against the target's legs or feet, bursting and coating them. Then, Delmani and Gaunt would be able to track the figure's movements by scanning for the irradiated dust.Shot good, it looks. We'll find out. Dust's got to settle first. Gaunt muttered.Delmani nodded. Let's keep looking then, yeah? He suggested.
The two began tracking and cataloging the movements of the various personnel around the compound. Delmani identified and marked the hangar as well, which seemed to house several civilian and military-style vehicles. He caught sight of a Larty gunship as well, though it didn't seem to have the same modifications the GALSAF variants did. Delmani assumed, however, there were other lethal vehicles resting inside that hangar. As long as their mission wasn't compromised, they shouldn't be a problem, but by the number of patrols the Jedi were running, Delmani began to get the impression they were at a heightened level of alert.
Denying access to the hangar would cripple the Jedi's ability to react in force to the GALSAF assault, and might just prove helpful in holding off reinforcements to the Temple. As long as the Jedi were disoriented and unorganized, Delmani's mission was made easier.
Drawing up a quick text message for Tag, who carried the majority of their explosives, Delmani formulated his orders for the other Operator. He received a response almost immediately, "On your word."
Delmani responded with simple instructions and reminded Tag of the contingency plans they had drawn up for the mission. Neither Tag or Slag seemed too worried, which calmed his mind slightly. Trusting his men was important in terms of handling a new situation confidently, so he did little ordering around. It simply wasn't needed. Tag knew what his objective was, and he knew better than anyone else in his boots on how to get it done. So done it would be.
Delmani recorded as much information as he could, especially in regards to patrol patterns, equipment, and general level of alertness. Delmani and Gaunt identified at least seven other patrolling units throughout the morning and tagged them all silently using the same dust. Using the tracking data, Delmani was able to mark their patrol patterns for reference later. That would make slipping through the compound at night much easier, considering they would know which areas to avoid. There were few gaps in the patrols, but there were enough for the Operators to fit through. Slag and Soviet likewise had marked several targets, and it seemed, by the time mid-day hit, that Delmani and the other Operators had all the information they would need launch their assault.Keep on it boys, we'll draw up a plan starting just before sundown. We strike at dawn. |
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Aug 17, 2013 13:31:35 GMT -8
The dust lands on the boots of a Force Stalker atop the roof of the hangar. He lies prone on the warm building.
"Red Panda, checking in."
Red Panda? That's a terrible nickname. Fortis said.
You can't pick your own nickname, Tenebrius. Jana said.
He rubbed the scar underneath his eyepatch over his right eye--a "gift" during training with Kor'olath--and stared across the open space surrounding the Praxeum with his one good eye.
"Anyone else feel like they're being watched?"
You always feel like you're being watched. Jana said.
Keep a sharp lookout. We'll have Phillius take a walk about the grounds once he returns tomorrow night. Jacob Erie said.
Tenebrius sighs and rubs his beard.
The Bothan wished the Miraluka sniper was here now.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Aug 18, 2013 16:00:11 GMT -8
The XJ3 X-Wing completed it's second loop around the Praxeum, before finally pointing its nose towards the landing area. The main engines flared brightly one last time before dipping to a dim pinkish glow, and the repulsors took over, gradually lowering the fighter towards its resting place. Inside, Boron Shar was already unbuckling, ready to climb out of the cockpit and get his feet back on soil. His hands had long since abandoned the controls, leaving the landing cycle to his plenty competent R6 droid. As he twisted awkwardly in the cramped cockpit to disengage himself from the restraints, he felt a slight jolt, the sign that they had landed. The engines whistled as they cooled down, and, keen to get out into more open space and stretch out, Boron wasted no time in triggering the cockpit canopy release.
The canopy lifted, taking, the Jedi Knight felt, its sweet-ass time to do so, but finally, there was space enough for him to clamber out. Finding the slender groove that ran along the centreline of the fighter's fuselage with the toes of his right foot, he stepped out of the cockpit, and, with the kind of dexterity common to Jedi, hopped to the ground. He glanced up at the Astromech in his fighter.
=Boron Shar=
"Arr-six, close her up and power down. I'll come getcha in a bit, just as soon as I've found out where to go."
The droid offered a chatter in acknowledgement, and the canopy started to lower back in to place, as the Jedi had instructed. Not feeling any great need to stand there and watch, Boron turned, and headed into the Praxeum, leaving the X-Wing and his little R6 droid behind.
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Dezel found himself in the main entrance hall shortly after his food, with the intent of drifting towards the Great Library and doing a little reading on Mandalorian culture and philosophy, when he saw the dark haired, dishevelled form enter through the main doors. He felt a smile on his lips, and a warm recollection, as he recognised the man. Picking up the pace of his step, he moved to meet the man, calling out to him as he came closer.
=Dezel Rostu=
"Boron!"
The other Jedi Knight turned to look in response to hearing his name called, and after a moment, a warm smile of familiarity spread across the Boron's face.
=Boron Shar=
"Dezel Rostu."
They met with a firm, friendly handshake, stopped in the midsts of the entrance hall. Dezel shook his head slightly - Boron Shar, here on Ossus - he never thought he'd see that happen.
=Dezel Rostu=
"Well well well, Boron Shar. It's been a long time. Six years, isn't it? Whatever are you doing here?"
=Boron Shar=
"Thought I'd come and get the lie of the land. I didn't know you were based here?"
Dezel gave an enthusiastic nod, the wide, slightly lopsided smile still firmly on his features.
=Dezel Rostu=
"Yeah, a year and a half now, give or take."
Boron's smile widened.
=Boron Shar=
"Fantastic. I was hoping to speak to someone in charge here about temporarily basing myself here. Of course, I don't have a bloody clue where I'm going. Mind being my guide?"
With a small laugh, Dezel gestured towards the far end of the entrance hall, nodding.
=Dezel Rostu=
"By all means. I'll take you up to Master Dewe's office, I'm sure he'll be able to find you somewhere to bunk in."
Boron gave a grateful nod, and the two Jedi set off through the halls, on a slow journey towards the offices of Devlin Dewe. As they walked, Dezel pondered the unfolding situation - the arrival of Boron would surely be just the first of many. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Ossus was in a key position relative to Yavin IV and everything that was going on with the Mandalorians, and he didn't doubt that plenty of people would come to Ossus with their eyes directed in Yavin's direction. If the Mandalorians did come to Ossus, they'd find more than just the native inhabitants and the Praxeum's usual handful of Jedi there.
He felt as though he should be reassured by this - and indeed, in some way, he was reassured. Boron had always been a strong fighter, an exceptional Jedi Knight.
But there was a small part of him that still felt on edge. A small part of him that still felt like the clouds on the horizon were growing ever darker, and ever nearer.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Aug 19, 2013 14:09:16 GMT -8
Devlin had left the Library and returned to his office. Perhaps he had picked up a few skills--some might say bad habits--from the Force Stalkers.
He stands with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out the window toward the jungles of Ossus. CZ-9 stands next to a computer terminal, relaying various information on Jedi throughout the galaxy; but mostly news regarding the Mandalorians on Yavin.
Devlin hardly listened. His mind was focused on the tingling feeling in the back of his head. A feeling he hadn't been able to shake since before the attack on Yavin IV. Something was moving, he was certain there was more to this purge than what appeared at first glance. His gut told him to be careful. His instincts told him to be ready to fight. His connection to the Force told him this was a Shatterpoint for the Jedi of Ossus and the Ysanna people...perhaps a Shatterpoint for the whole Order.
"Do we send aid to Yavin? Do we remain, as we always have, sequestered?"
He knew that was unfair. He had helped the Order before. Not just with humanitarian aid, but with troops and fleets. He, himself, had even fought to defend or attack worlds. But those days seemed far off now, the life of another man. A younger man.
Closing his eyes, he seeks calm. He empties his mind of thoughts and worries then empties himself of emotion.
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Dav Man'Sell
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Aug 19, 2013 16:26:49 GMT -8
They came before the door to the office of Devlin Dewe five minutes after leaving the entrance hall. Dezel came to a stop before it, knocking precisely upon the door three times, and together, they waited patiently for a response. Once they were answered and summoned from within, however long it may have took, they entered. The two Jedi Knights stood side by side, Dezel with his arms formally clasped behind his back, Boron stood with arms at his side. When Devlin acknowledged them, Dezel offered an abbreviated bow to the High Council member and leading Jedi of the Praxeum.
=Dezel Rostu=
"Master Dewe. Allow me to introduce Jedi Boron Shar. He's just arrived from the Coruscant Temple."
Boron also took a step forward, offering a fuller bow of his own. He had, of course, crossed paths very briefly with the High Council members in the past when accepting assignments, but it wasn't often he'd spent much time one-to-one with them, and, as far as he could remember, never with Master Dewe.
=Boron Shar=
"Master, I was hoping to base myself here for a while. I think, as close as Ossus is to Yavin, this Praxeum is going to be an important point in the front lines against Mandalorian aggression. I'd like to offer my services to its defence, and any action we take against the Mando forces."
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Aug 19, 2013 16:39:56 GMT -8
The door's chime broke Devlin from his meditation.
He turns from the window and asks the visitors to enter. He smiles as the pair of Jedi enter his office.
Once Dezel introduced Boron, Devlin took a moment to focus upon the will of the Force.
He nods his head in acknowledgement of the offered service.
"Thank you for your offer, Jedi Shar. I am certain we will find a use for you...whether the Mandalorians come to our fair planet or not. The Jedi will not go quietly into the night."
He reflected for a moment upon the conversation he had held with Master Riddick in the Library, but quickly snapped back to the present.
"What news from Coruscant?"
He waited for a reply before turning to Dezel.
"Jedi Rostu, are you available to show Boron a room? We have space available within the Praxeum or out on the grounds. Whichever is your preference, Boron, an apartment or a house. Or, if you like, I could walk with you around the grounds, my friends."
Devlin sighs.
"I just wish I could shake this feeling of...gloom that's pressing around this place. Hopefully, you will be able to help bring a new perspective to the Praxeum and together we can shed some light on this Mandalorian attack."
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Post by Delmani Altic on Aug 23, 2013 22:09:21 GMT -8
GC-02, Delmani Altic, GALSAF Black Operations
North-East of Ossan Jedi Praxeum grounds
2246 Ossan Time Everyone check in. Delmani muttered over the secure comm channel. The beauty of the Mandalorian buy'ce1 was its varied software and hardware that could be modified to fit any mission description. The communications gear was top of the line, triple-encrypted. Unnoticeable. Untouchable. Delmani could lend orders to his teams in the face of a Jetii2 and no one would know he was talking. To say the least, the Jetiise wouldn't see them coming. He wasn't out for revenge, quite the opposite, in fact. He was out for justice. Justice for the millennia of abuse and neglect perpetrated by the Force Users of the galaxy on both his own people and the people of every city, every planet, and every star system there was.
Whereas many Mando'ade3 were superstitious of the mystical Force, Delmani understood it. It was energy, just like light, or heat, or electricity. It was a tool, a weapon, a resource. But it was something gifted only to a select few within the galaxy, and those few had time and again opted to use it for personal gain. Even the Jetiise, in their ignorance and mocking wisdom, had stripped children from their mothers' breast, crushed innocents in hundreds of wars and conflicts.
They were a blight on the galaxy, children given beskade4 while lacking the knowledge to utilize them properly. They were irresponsible, greedy. Force Users were all the things that average people were, though their power was simply too dangerous to allow.
Delmani, unlike GALSAF's Lord Commander, Ander Tagira, didn't bother assuring himself that the Mandalorian's handling of the galaxy's Force Users would proceed less violently than the Great Jedi Purge of the previous century. He knew it would be bloody, he knew it would be a mess. More people would die than deserved to, but Delmani relegated their lives to statistics in order to preserve his sanity. Eighty years of soldiering really numbs a man's runi5.
After each team responded to Delmani's call with their own hourly report, the Black Operations commander began solidifying a plan of attack within his own mind, using the information they had garnered over the past thirty hours. The Jedi had few enough forces at the Temple itself for the assault to turn over well, though Delmani worried about the reserve forces that occupied the city of Knossa. Hileo had arrived the first night and gotten his men in line, though Delmani had yet to receive a full report on the strength and orientation of the forces there. Knowing what was going on at Knossa would be critical to the success of the Mandalorian army that would later invade the planet to help secure the remaining Jedi and native Ysannans.
Thus far however, Delmani felt his plan was solid. Their initial attack would begin by sneaking into the compound and rigging the hangar bay entrances with charges that would be used to destroy it. Only one Operator was necessary for that task. The other five would begin by scaling the Temple's outer walls in the dead of night and entering the upper guest levels. Once inside, the teams would locate the Temple's security control center and rig their defenses to work for the GALSAF commandos. They would then proceed to systematically clear the upper levels and secure any personnel and Jedi inside. As these personnel were secured and detained or killed, Tag would place charges beneath the Temple's landing pad after his work at the hangar bay was concluded. Were any attempt to be made to bring forces in from the Temple roof, the charges would be triggered and would collapse the uppermost floor.
The transparasteel middle levels would be next on the list for clearing and securing of hostiles. After those levels had been secured, a trap at the Temple entrances would be lain and a call put out through the Temple's communications channels for the students residing on the Temple grounds to return to the main structure. They too would be secured or killed. Once the entire Temple was secured, Delmani would orient the Temple's security measures to assist with the detainment of their captured Jedi personnel, and the call would be made for the main Mandalorian fleet to make their move on the city of Knossa.
Delmani relayed this plan to his soldiers, including Hileo Bui'tsad and his men as well, then concluded with a rather comforting statement. Pakod geroya, ya?61: Helmet, lit. Bucket
2: Jedi
3: Mandalorians [plural term]
4: Curved Mandalorian blade
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Devlin Dewe
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Aug 27, 2013 15:09:50 GMT -8
A Force Stalker with a dark band wrapped around his eyes walks wearily into the small hut that served as the one of the barracks for the Force Stalkers. He stomps his feet on the top step to knock off any dirt before entering. He opens the door silently and in the darkness flopped onto his bed."Glad you've returned, Philius."To say Philius kept his eyes closed would be foolish. He was blind. He was also the best sniper in the group."How can I help, boss?""Tenebrius wants you to take a look around, he's got one of his 'feelings'."Philius stifles a yawn."At first light."Jacob Erie rolls over in his sheets, a calm breeze cooled his face.
Tomorrow would be an interesting day. It would see what Tenebrius' feelings were all about.**** Meanwhile, in his study, Master Dewe opens his eyes. He groans groggily.
He had fallen asleep once again in his office.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Sept 7, 2013 5:12:19 GMT -8
Devlin wakes with a start. He looks around the room, confused and disoriented.
It took a moment before he recognized his office. The darkness of the middle night hours obscured his vision and the fog of sleep muddled his mind.
He shakes his head. He swings his leg over the side of the couch and holds his head in his hands. Slowly, he rises and walks toward the office door.
He could not help the feelings that came to him through the Force. His instincts told him to be wary, that something was looming; but he had yet to see anything materialize. The only cause, he could see, was the Mandalorians attack on Yavin, except so far that had been contained to one world. Ossus still lingered under peaceful stars.
He steps into the hallway and walks toward his room.
"I hope that's the last time I sleep in my office."
"We both know it'll happen again, Master Dewe."
Devlin turns with a start to stare at the leader of the Force Stalkers. Jacob seems to materialize out of the shadows.
"Don't you ever sleep, Jacob?"
"Not if I can help it."
"Something to report?"
"All's quiet tonight; but Tenebrius has one of his 'feelings' again, Devlin."
"So do I, Jacob, so do I."
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Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Sept 10, 2013 15:38:42 GMT -8
Jaecyn made his way in to the Praxeum, after pulling some of his weaponry and gear out of the cargo compartment of his fighter. As he walked in, he keyed in a code to the droid in his fighter to have it take off and head in the direction of Knossa, and stay on station.
His sniper rifle was broken down into it's main component parts, and packed in it's backpack, offset to make room for the hi-capacity magazines for his assault rifle. Some may have seen it as over kill for him, and some of the other pilots to be carrying so many weapons, but it was something that would be made understandable if one knew the culture. As a matter of survival, back in the dark times, the Ysanna needed to use what they had to kill food, and ward off enemies. For the longest time, those were primitive slug thrower weapons. To some extent, they were still used, though much of what was produced were more advanced, especially the military and LEO weapons. Slugs were still used, but some of the high-level guns were also able to use what were known as hybrid rounds, like what the Wookie Bowcaster used, and some even were rail guns, similar to the Virpine Shattergun. The Ysanna were well known to use such weapons, and were considered to be among the best shooters anywhere in the known galaxy, having trained with and without the aid of the Force.
He made his way into the bowels of the academy, looking for Devlin and Talon again. On the way, various info tags were flashed across the inside of his helmet's visor, in a fashion similar to how his HUD was displayed during flight, just enough to be made out clearly, but not enough to impair him seeing what was physically in front of him either. The Force was telling him things, and the relative downtime the Riddick had been enjoying now had turned to a restless energy.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Sept 11, 2013 8:23:03 GMT -8
Devlin turns a corner and sees Jaecyn at the end of the corridor. Waving a hand in greeting, he approaches the Grey Jedi.
"Master Riddick, to what do we owe the pleasure? Usually, you're out in your E-wing on some clandestine mission."
The Cardooinian smiles at the Ossus native.
"I trust all is well with your people?"
Devlin knew the Ysanna were a vital asset to the planet; not just as part of a defensive force or as potential Jedi candidates, but also for governing the planet and, of course, friendship.
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