Bilbringi

[ObliviousKnight]

Finally, the cheers starting dying down, but not until I heard a heavily accented voice””a Barabel, probably””cry out ”œLong live the Republic!”

[ObliviousKnight]

After weeks spent limping through hyperspace on a back-up hyperdrive and the assistance of tugs and medical frigates, the Eternal Vigilance finally reached the shipyards at Bilbringi to nurse its wounds and refit for its future career.

[Damon]

Arriving out of hyperspace a sight was seen. Not just any sight, but it was once a home for the jedi. The Eternal Vigilance. It was bad shape. The attack on it on Maanan had become common knowledge to the jedi. What wasn't common knowledge was the fact that it had survived. This was surprising to see. Maanan had fallen victim to an attack lead by Faust and his now infamous night hawk system. Freezing it and doing severe damage to all on the planet including the EV.

 

As it stood it was no condition for life, but it was being repaired and out fitted. Soon it would be ready for service once more.

 

"So this is Bilbringi. I guess its time to find my contact." Radioing the head repair ship the jedi master sent his code and was asked to dock and wait. Other members of whom this matter concern had yet to arrive. This information made thoughts go though his mind as he traveled in and docked. He was of course greeted by Alliance aides who escorted him to the meeting room. While waiting what information had been gathered of the staff Damon listened to it as he wondered who else was meant to join him and why he had been called.

[Joreel Ordo]

Lord Hartel popped out of space in his new Eta-2 rocketing toward the planet. As he hailed in and looked to the docks nearby he saw the damage done to the Eternal Vigilance...it was catastrophic. If the ship were alive it would be surely writhing in pain from all the burns and scars it suffered during what appeared to be a horrific battle, or slaughter. Hartel shook his head in disbelief in what has happened, and how the order struck so serious a blow. He could sense that casualties were many and that it was a one-sided battle at the best of times. Grimacing he pressed on and landed his ship in his designated dock.

 

Upon exiting his ship he felt another power nearby and made his way to this centering of the force, hoping his instincts were no longer lost, and that this was either one or two of his companions for this mission. After wandering the halls of what appeared to be an endlessly busy station, he saw a robed man ahead.

 

"Master Damon, what a pleasure, I hoped you received my message"

[Damon]

As he listened and gathered and idea of how his pet project would come together the next member of the group arrived. While he did not know Lord hartel personally, he was hard to be mistaken for anyone else.

 

"The pleasure is mutual friend. I was hoping that I would be briefed before any one else arrived, but it seems it was you had called for me." A slight chuckle echoed in the room. The white robe fell revealing his face showing a grin and also the fact that Damon wore a white cloth around his eyes.

 

"I am here and in good spirits even with the EV in such a state near by so let us get to the reason of why I am here. What word do you bring from the council that would require my aid?"

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel was pleased the Jedi Master was so respectful even though a mere Knight had called him out to this wayward planet. John kept his face in a serious tone. Making sure he was focused in the mission and not the frivolities of becoming tied to someone who may die, or tying someone to himself when he was about to knock on deaths door.

 

"Master Armenia sent me a message a few hours ago making a request short and quick. She said she informed you and Xae-Lin as well of the request, but it seems you had not received her message."

 

The Mandalorian began to pace the hall trying to think the best way to break the news to the Jedi Master.

 

"We, as in Xae, You, and I, are to reclaim Manaan. This is why I picked Bilbringi as our meeting place. I hope we can analyze the damage done to the EV so we can get a good estimate of what we are up against."

[Damon]

Hearing this thoughts came to mind. As in the shadow station that worked in the galaxy as a mobile fortress of jedi secrets and knowledge.

 

"I think I have an idea then if our goal is to save Maanan. Shadow station. Its the heart and mind of special operations. There is where any and all current information for the order is stored. Even though I was not combat ordinated as the rest of the group my skills as a coordinator were undistributed. Give me a moment and I will see what information I can gather from the events on Maanan."

 

If Hartel expected Damon to use a terminal he was mistaken as the master accessed the data base via the implant that was embedded in his mind. For an exorcist his tech savvy was not to me underestimated. In the data bank however what he discovered parts and pieces to the puzzle. Faust had launched an attack on the planet using a night cloak system. The details were fuzzy at best, but enough to bring worry to the master.

 

"It appears we might be in a for a bit of a fight. The EV was damaged mostly due to the night cloak system. The system itself is a collection of hundreds of satellites armed with missals and lasers. Their primary function however is used to absorb light from the nearby star and freeze the planet out. When EV left Maanan it destroyed a number of those satellites stopping its primary function. Even though the planet is no longer freezing to death it is still lacking full exposure as well as under blockade of the remaining network."

 

Breathing after his recapping of the information it all sunk in.

 

"That explains it I guess. I do not know the full details of this network such as full weapon systematics or lay out or even size, but we have enough to begin. The first thing I think we need to do is arrange for a battle squadron to meet with us at Maanan after we send signal. We can use shadow station and get close with out triggering the defenses and observe the system up close. We can then strike accordingly and remove the blockade. These are my first thoughts if you agree then I will call Shadow here and we will ready ourselves."

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel took in the information as he received it and used what he received to formulate an accurate battle strategy that would prove effective. He could only feel the coldness of the force harvesters when he tried to remember a time similar to this one. When his memories failed to bring the appropriate battle plan, he took a lean by the wall and stroked his bearding chin. He then looked up to Master Damon and a grin streaked his face.

 

"Master Damon, we are Jedi, we have the power of the force as an ally always awaiting to assist us. It is the best friend who is always by your side. Thus we can redirect all our force power to working on evasiveness and deflecting the lasers.

 

"Judging from the blast holes in the EV, it seems that these laser cannons are more than likely of Turbolaser size, thus we need not to worry about them. We can use a typical weaving pattern when Xae-Lin gets here to avoid missiles and possibly have them take out a few of their own. It's very basic, but fully routing our power in the ships toward laser fire, alternating to engine power when necessary. Should work."

 

Hartel wondered what was taking Xae-Lin so long.

[Damon]

"You speak wise words Hartel. However sometimes, the force can not be everywhere you wish it. It helps us when our need is great and aids us when our own limits are reached. I of all people should know. I am blind yet I see clear as day for most things because the force aids me so. At the same time I am not as quick to ask the force to save my very life by reflecting a few blaster bolts." Damon did not wish to demean the knight before him. The force had done many things of wonder and horror since Damon had become a jedi. He had seen much and had been a part of it as well.

 

"I know we wait for our third ally before we leave. Still some times it is better to do things of your own merit and not ask the force for so much. We do not control the force. If we control it we would be like sith. Remember this Hartel and remember well. The force may be our ally and friend but we do not have the power, the force grants us the power to carry out its will so that the light may shine bright for all who would walk its path." The words rung low in the room to help reinforce what had just been said. To help elevate the heaviness that had just invaded the room the aging jedi master spoke in a light tone and with lighter heart.

 

"Just call it an old man wishing to make sure he is more prepared for what is not known instead of what is. Also I agree where is this Xae-Lin and do you believe she will be as up to the task as you are?"

[Joreel Ordo]

"Sorry Master Damon, I am still Mandalorian after all," commented Hartel chuckling at his self-racism. He knew he might have been a little hasty in his decision, but he felt for a barrier getting overly complicated would only lead to death. Simplicity here was key, they had to find a way to alienate themselves from the turbolasers and most especially the missile launchers which would be most devastating to the fighter craft they were flying. Hartel had been trying to strategize a position on who should fly what, but either way put someone in jeopardy, especially Xae-Lin. And that was not something he could be comfortable with doing.

 

"Plan 2: We need two fighters and a bomber. I have no idea what you flew in here, nor do I know what Xae-Lin is currently flying around the galaxy with. But, I have an Eta-2, which is a speedy little devil if you have ever flown one. Either way, If I set my thrusters to full power I can attract most of the missiles in my general direction, this way a bomber can easily fire a proton torpedo at the satellites. The other fighter will work to either take more missiles away, or to save my ass when there are too many on me. This will put us out of turbolaser range so our chances of having something go wrong is minimal and will allow us to put deflectors up."

 

Hartel thought this second plan was sound, though he wanted Master Damon's absolute confidence before they moved foreward.

[Damon]

"I flew a standard transport over here. Personally though give me anything with an engine and boosters. I can fly it. Before becoming a jedi I was and still am an Alliance officer. You draw the missiles and I will blow out the night hawk. I still do not like having only having three of us with no back up, but then again maybe a light crew would not draw Faust out of the wood work as we remove the blockade. I will let you lead this mission Hartel. I will back you up as you needed."

 

Damon wanted to let Hartel lead and hoped he would show the requirements needed here today. One way or an other this was now all Hartels show.

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel was shocked that a Master had given him leadership of a mission. It was not usual conduct for a lower man to take a mission, but only to make suggestions and take the orders from his superiors. This was either a fortunate turn of events, or his downfall.

 

"Thank you for this honor Master Damon. I will not disappoint you," said Hartel now filled with more responsibility, and more clout in the success of the mission. His once prideful demeanor had taken a toll, he would now be responsible for two lives.

 

"I think we should meditate for a few hours, when Xae-Lin arrives we can give her a chance to center as well so we can go into with calm and resolute minds. You and I can take a trip over to the EV while she does this so we can further assess the damages, so we can get a clearer picture of what we are up against."

[Damon]

"That is fine actually I have a special item I need to make in the mean time. Something to asisit me in my travels and tribulations with the dark side. Also, do not worry. I would not ask you lead if I did not believe you were able to do the task needed."

 

Damon showed a small smile to show his trust in the knight and hopefully his gesture would bring some comfort.

 

"Find your center. When Xae arrives find me. I will be in a work station."

With that Damon left Hartel so he make his tool to combat the darkness.

 

Heading into the construction area he gathered the need componets. What he planned to make was a standard weapon of the exorcist. A staff used to be carried by the exorcist that specialized not in combat but in the force. The staff was a modified staff saber. The ends that normally connect the two in the middle are on the ends and where the blades extend from they join. It appears to be a normal staff, but it is far from normal. The staff is powered by dual self made white cystals enhanced by the flames of the exorcist. The housing cyilinider is a mixture of stand light saber housing with durasteel and phrik. This allows for a though housing as well as a more than able for sword to staff combat if the need need arise. Finally it is etched with runes and marks of purity and light that is used to help empower all rituals.

 

The staff is the tool and a peice of the exorcist. The hardest part will be the creating of the two cystals. They are created from with in and made with the heart of the exorcist. However the easy part is simple enough. Collect componets and begin the blessings required to endow the weapon and then etched the markings on the casing. Then once the staff is whole the weapon must be blessed before the smaller parts all interlock. It is a process that will take time, but it seems there is plenty to go around.

[Xae-Lin Ardel]

-----------Recorded Message from Gala: Jedi Temple------------

 

---Code to Mission Contacts Eyes ONLY ((Lord Hartel & Damon))---

 

Xae-Lin stands before the message unit, there is still some dried blood on her forehead from the original blast that wracked the temple, but she appears to be fine. Behind her some of the damaged section of the temple can be seen as other Jedi and students are still milling about working to clean up the temple.

 

Also behind and to the left of her is a tall rust-haired youth who is standing stoically behind the much smaller woman.

 

Greetings my fellow Jedi. I am your third and fourth, Xae-Lin Ardel, Guardian of the Order. I apologize for my tardiness, but we've had a bit of a security breach at the temple as I'm sure you are both well aware of.

 

In addition to the attack, apparently I have some how in the course of my meger travellings within this Galexy crossed ways with Smash Daisku, leader of Black Sun. I was working on not being taken or dying as well as protecting the lives of the students that bravely chose to assist me.

 

Daisku's Bounty Hunter is still at large.

 

On a more pertenent note for you, my new Padawan and I will be leaving the Temple shortly and would like to know if there is anything here that we need to bring with us.

 

I happen to know that we still have some of those special fighters that the Alliance was so kind to outfit us with during the Arach'tar invasion.

 

Please send your reply to the Cabur's log system.

 

Thank you and good night.

 

Xae looks back down to the datapad and then leans foward to deactivate and transmit the recording.

 

---End Transmission---

 

If only she knew who was waiting for her at the other end!

[Damon]

Having gathered the required items needed Damon began the initial process of construction. The thing the exorcist did was the consecration of the room filling it with light and purity. Calling forth his inner fire the words echoed the room. Fire of life and justice burn. Cleanse the land and bless all around. The room glowed and shined as it was purified and filled with sacred energy. Next he took the housing cylinder and engraved the runes of protection. Followed by the marks of power. The final items etched into the staff were six special symbols that would store six techniques that could be used in a hurry if the need arise. It would emit the effect of the desired technique only once till the staff was charged once more. He did not charge the staff yet, as it was not ready. Now that the cylinder was prepped the next step of creation was to take place.

 

Turning off the torches and removing all lights from the room Damon focused only himself. Around his neck hung a medium for all energy that he harvest and channeled. He take that crystal and duplicate it. Calling forth divine fire he felt the air turn thick and heavy with heat and power. It lingered until it was called and focused into one point. The crystal around his neck. The force seemed to call to Damon and asked him a question. Why should be allowed to fight in my name? The purifier responded in his humbled voice. ”œBecause I will cleanse the force of the darkness that tries to consumer the light.”

[Xae-Lin Ardel]

As the ships carefully navigated their way to the Bilbringi shipyards, Xae-Lin's stomach was doing little flips. She could feel John's presence and she could feel the Force grow stronger between them.

 

John, why did you leave so long ago? Why so long without contact? She wondered as the ships were docking and everyone was disembarking. Unknowingly she was reaching out with her mind, on it's own accord gently reaching out to brush John's own.

 

Xae could sense that he was deep in meditation for the coming mission. It didn't really take her long to find him, the Force practically ran along ahead of her like an excited child on the first morning of Shelova Week.

 

Rather than openly disturbing his meditation, she sat cross legged directly in front of him, facing him head on.

 

He was dressed in his customary armor and robe. She'd rarely ever seen him out of his armor, as per his people's custom. His face was serene, quite clear that he was deep in his meditations. Xae-Lin almost hesitated to interrupt him, though likely guessed that he was aware of her presence as well. Slowly she reached towards his hand and took it.

 

Cyare, ni cuyir olar.

 

((Translation: Beloved, I am here.))

[Joreel Ordo]

Visions flew through the Jedi's mind a he attempted to create a stable meditation on the mission at hand. Nothing was too coherent and he remembered battles long gone, battles lost, families and friends who have now departed this realm of existence. Each one flashed by in a montage of emotional upheaval. John tried to concentrate on the future, on the upcoming battle, but each time Manaan flashed into his mind, he could remember Scorpio Armegedon, Kautra Nadio, and Vladimir Faust nearly destroying him. The future was not nearly as haunting as his past

 

The Jedi broke his meditation, as it was not prevailing as it should have, and left to go to the local cafeteria. He grabbed himself a glass of water, hoping that quenching a thirst would help ease his mind. He sipped the liquid gently allowing each molecule of the substance enrich his body. He finished the glass and deposited it in the cleaning tray at the other end of the cafeteria. He nodded to a few of the men who were taking a break and feasting to help themselves work, probably on the EV. He walked back to his chambers, and sat down in his customary position.

 

Crossing his legs, he closed his eyes, and began to take deep breath. He focused his mind only on the breathing, slowly destroying all other external or internal sounds. Soon the sound of ships speeding by was lost, footsteps up and down the corridor outside his room had subsided, and eventually the beating of his own heart had become impossible to sense, all that remained was the rhythmic breathing. John focused his eyes inward and he lifted his head, and eliminated the breathing so now only the force existed.

 

He entered a new realm of ghostly like measure, and he could see the satellites over Manaan, but it was not the future he saw, as he began to see glimpses of the EV coming out of the water and being pelted with laser fire. The volleys that came from each Nightcloak was horrific, it seemed that the sky of Manann was raining green. It seems the vessel, to which had been John's escape from servitude to the Sith, was in a terrible state before it could escape the system entirely.

 

"John, why did you leave so long ago? Why so long without contact?"

 

Many things now came into light, his former life with Xae-Lin, his old droid, their love, their engagement. Where had he been all this time? Even he had no idea what had happened to him, where he had gone, where he had been, it was all so confusing. He had to focus his mind on the mission. As hard as it was not to think of his fiancee, he had to take her from his mind.

 

Yet he did not even have such a chance, as hid meditation broke with the warmth of her hand on his. His eyes flickered open, and he saw her beautiful face illuminated, as if she was a Diathim from of Iego. He stood up to meet her face to face and smiled. and moved his arms around her waist and held her close.

 

"I've missed you so much."

[Xae-Lin Ardel]

Xae-Lin embraced him back, resting her head against his armored chest, her own arms giving his waist a squeeze.

 

They stood there for several minutes, just reveling in being with one another after a year of separation, neither one breaking the silence.

 

She was still wearing her flight suit, which was rather form-fitting, and her long hair was still pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She looked up to meet his emerald eyes with her aquamarine, still not quite ready to let him go just yet, but at the same time knowing that there was still the mission to attend to.

 

Reluctantly she broke the silence, "I've missed you as well Cyare. And as much as I would love to just simply be here with you I have come across some information that is of value to the assigned mission. I can sense the urgency as well."

 

There was so much she wanted to tell him, but unfortunately the mission needed to come first at the moment.

 

Hesitantly she took a step back from John, but caught his hands in hers, "Where is the Master that is on this mission with us?"

[Joreel Ordo]

John quite enjoyed having Xae nearby again, her presence was comforting. Letting go of her was hard, but he knew he had to, he knew it must be. His face was somber at letting go of her closely and he looked at her from a distance, her hands still in his. He flight-suit didn't leave much to the imagination, which the Jedi enjoyed, but decided not to focus on.

 

"Where is the Master that is on this mission with us?"

 

John looked to her and replied quite softly, "He is in his chambers, though apparently, he would like me to lead this mission believe it or not..."

 

John looked out toward the corridor and thought for a second before returning his eyes back to Xae's.

 

"Let us go meet with him, we should have a closer look at the EV and I have just had a vision with the force of something that would prove effective. For our mission."

 

John held Xae by the hand and walked down the corridor to the room where Master Damon was staying. John knocked lightly and awaited a reply.

[Tirius Giovanni]

--A comm comes in for Xae-Lin Ardel--

 

"Greetings, Jedi Ardel," the voice came through. "My name is Thelonius Kast, and I'm a Kuati businessman. I've recently made contact with a Mandalorian with an interesting bit of technology that could have significant galactic repercussions.

 

"I've arranged to meet with him about purchasing this technology, but I don't trust him. Since you are a Jedi with connections to his kind, I'd like to request your presence at the meeting, officially as a Jedi to make sure things don't get out of hand.

 

"Comm me back on this channel with your reponse. Thank you."

 

--End comm--

 

((Just post your response in this thread, please.))

[Xae-Lin Ardel]

Xae-Lin released John's hand as her communicator beeped.

 

Quizzically she looked at John as she answered it, not sure why she would be receiving a message in the first place.

 

Greetings, Jedi Ardel. My name is Thelonius Kast, and I'm a Kuati businessman. I've recently made contact with a Mandalorian with an interesting bit of technology that could have significant galactic repercussions.

 

"I've arranged to meet with him about purchasing this technology, but I don't trust him. Since you are a Jedi with connections to his kind, I'd like to request your presence at the meeting, officially as a Jedi to make sure things don't get out of hand.

 

Comm me back on this channel with your response. Thank you."

 

The recent attempt on her life had made her cautious. She wasn't sure if this was a trap or not. How had he known her direct comm channel? How had he known about her ties to the Mando'ade?

 

She knew that whatever the reason that Smash Daisku wanted her dead, the bounty hunter that had been sent to claim her life at the temple would surely not be the last. So many questions flooded her mind, causing her own anxiety to perceivably rise.

 

Her eyes flicked up to meet John's who had also heard the message, but as far as Xae knew he was unaware that she had wound up as the target of the leader of Black Sun.

 

How could he possibly know that I have ties to the Mandalorians? It's not something that I've been broadcasting, nor have I even been in contact with that many people that even know that I speak the language, much less that I am to become one!

 

Could this be another hunter sent by Daisku? How in the hells did he get my comm channel? And why would I be getting this request personally? Why not contact the Order directly to make the request? Surely it would have made more sense to do that. Why do I get the feeling that this is a trap?

 

Did Piccolo's attack make me paranoid? Well duh. I'd be stupid not to be on guard after that. Still, it's odd.

 

Damn my infuriating curiosity sometimes. Her semi-inner monologue finally ran its course as she processed her next course of action. Through their bond John was privy to the whole thing.

 

”œI'm not sure if I should go, even granted that we might be on hold with this because of the current peace talks between the Alliance and the Empire. If I do I sure as hell am not going alone. I'm not sure what I did or what I have to warrant it, but somehow the leader of Black Sun is trying to kill me. It was the reason that I was so delayed,”

[Damon]

While he slept Damon was at peace as he regained his energy and his strength from the forging creation process of the staff. However, his sleep was short lived as a knock rang out at the door.

 

Awaken by the sound Damon sat up slowly. Groggy and still tired he approached the door and answered it. Before him stood John and what must of been Xae. Even though his eyes were closed he could make out the detail of each perfectly as well as the love they shared. The both of them however could also make out all of Damon's details as well. He only had on burnt pants that barely hid most of lower half.

 

"Welcome Xae. I am Damon. Both of you please excuse my temporary quarters, I have just finished some training."

 

Leading them both inside while the heat was gone some of the burnt marks were visible near the work bench area, but the greatest detail was the pure energy that seemed to linger in the air. His staff laid against the floor near his bunk. For a master Damon sure looked interesting.

 

As all three sat Damon spoke once more to Xae.

 

"Do not be offended if I do not open my eyes as we talk young knight. I am blind so I find it better just to keep my eyes closed instead of letting people see the fire that hides in my eyes. Anyways. As John here has told you I'm sure, he will lead our mission. I will assist as needed. If you have questions please speak them now, otherwise lets begin with the battle plan."

[Onderin Starlisk]

As Bilbringi's regime changed from the Republic to the Galactic Empire, Republic forces began to pull out. An officer reported to the Jedi that were aboard, requesting that they make their exit as quickly as possible, before the Empire's forces arrived to take possesion of the shipyards.

[Damon]

Reciving the message Damon sighed.

 

"Well then it seems we have been scrapped as an assault force. It seems it time for us to do what we were formed force, to maintain peace. We should leave here and head to Gala. There are great changes needed to be made. We will work with Master Darkfire to help those changes."

 

Standing the soft spoken master grabbed his staff and a gray set of robes given to him by another aid.

 

"Well then shall we. Of course one of you can drive, I have a rather small one man shuttle im sure you guys have a larger ship."

[Joreel Ordo]

"Well damn" said Hartel, pretty depressed for not being able to give the Empire the beating it needed and deserved. He was not approving of what has happened here today, but he had no choice in the matter. He would move to Gala with the others, and see what Master Darkfire had to offer.

 

"I guess we are foiled in our attempt, however long this cease fire lasts, it will be a time of great tension, and rebuilding. The Order is going to need us all at a moments notice, and I sense many more pupils have arrived awaiting instruction."

 

He turned to Master Damon, excusing the Master's current state of appearance.

 

"It was a pleasure to meet you Master, I hope we can do so again. I think it is time we all left this place behind before the deviants in white show up."

 

Hartel bowed to Master Damon and turned away. Holding Xae's hand John left toward the hangar's where his new ship lied. But before he arrived he looked to her and surprised her with a kiss.

 

"I will see you on Gala, Xae and I will explain everything to you."

 

Hartel entered the hangar feeling more alone than ever. Entering his Eta-2 he departed toward Gala.

[Xae-Lin Ardel]

Xae nodded to the Jedi master after the orders came in, "The plan will wait then, I feel as though the information I have will still prove useful more or less at a later date."

 

She rose with John, and the two left the master to gather up his things.

"We've got a corvette that can transport your fighter if you'd like, Master Damon," Xae offered before departing the room.

 

She left with John, and could easily tell how upset he was with the turn of events. She knew that he held no love for the Empire and could sense that he was looking forward to seeing some action. It was simply in his Mando'a nature.

 

When the pair reached the docking hangar, John spun towards her suddenly and their lips met in their first kiss in over a year. Even though the kiss lasted for more than a few moments, it was still far too short for Xae.

 

"I will see you on Gala, Xae and I will explain everything to you," he promised as he broke the kiss and boarded his ship.

 

Xae's heart tore just a bit at his parting from her after finally returning after more than a year apart. She knew that she would see him on Gala, and was happy that he'd finally returned from where ever it was that he had been.

 

As she boarded her ship there was an encoded message waiting for her from Master Darkfire instructing her that there was a new base at which the Jedi were to gather.

 

She knew from looking at the code that the message had been sent to all Jedi with the rank of Knight or above. Still she radioed John to make sure that he'd gotten the same message, and waited until the Jedi Master's fighter had been loaded into the Cabur before departing for the disclosed coordinates.

[Deton]

The Deliverance had quite the package to deliver. Emerging from the confines of the techno colored hyperspace, a lone man stood staring outside of the View port. Captain Rustic stood as stoic as any storm trooper could be and as motionless as a mountain. A cool calm gaze penetrated the vacuum of Space as the Ship began to come to a full stop.

 

Making an about face he looked to his communications officer.

 

”œContact the Shipyards, alert them to the creation of the Special Golan III platform. With the designated multi targeting specs and extra control room.”

[Ary the Grey]

A small probe exits hyperspace, with neutral markings of the galactic scientific censure of planets. Slowly its limbs unfold, beginning to scan the large area around the planet, paying more particular attention to celestial bodies than man-made ships and objects. It begins transmitting the imagery data to a nearby holonet connection, which is then rerouted across the holonet towards a specified destination.

[Moon Knight]

((I have permission to post the actions of Aryian Darkfire, since he is in a real war and osik happened that made him unable to make this post himself. He actually wrote this post.))

 

A special drone messenger droid drops out of hyperspace at the last possible second it can do so, detonating the large EMP bomb it was carrying. The initial blast wave was significant enough to knock out a large area's worth of technology, a decent sized chunk of the asteroid field it was near.

 

Subspace flickers, and Aryian's personal ship, the Blur, rockets into realspace only seconds behind. The ship engages its blindingly fast sublights, the AI effortlessly piloting it between the dead obstacles, taking into account all objects within significant proximity and adjusting its course as necessary, but for the most part making a straight beeline for its target. In the pilot's chair sits the owner of the vessel, the Master relaxed in a trance-like meditation as he disengaged two crates from the hull and used the Force to send them zipping forwards faster than any regular propulsion system could have carried them. As they reached their respective areas, he activated them and detonated them, the additional EMP waves washing around the hull of his ship as if nothing had happened. In the back of his mind, the Master grinned. It was like taking candy from a baby.

 

Two more dark spheres had been punched in the planet's defenses, this time at the beginning of the minefield. More EMPs were launched as necessary to carve a path straight through to the clearer space behind the minefield, leaving Aryian with ten EMPs left. Two more were flung at the Golan platform, ones that were interlinked with proximity sensors to detonate at the same time once within range. The Master took great joy in dancing them about with the Force after he had activated them, ensuring it nearly impossible for the station's defensive turrets to take out such a small target in time.

 

His ship closed in on the main station shortly after, rocketing in to land at one of their hangars. The Master's full focus was now on protecting his ship as it made the approach, should any defenses remain to attempt to swat at his blindingly fast starfighter. Now he had to count on his team for support, and he counted on them not letting him down.

 

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((Now my own.))

 

Aboard the Blur, the Mando'ad that had been for some time known as a bounty hunter watched the scanners carefully, trying to analyze the Imperial defense and match it with the intel they had on the system, even as Darkfire annihilated it with EMPs. He allowed himself to appreciate the jetii's efficiency as the man put the pulses where they were needed to carry the small team straight to their destination.

 

Once they were there, the real fighting would begin. It was a few elites against an Imperial army, but they had the skill, the tactics, and the equipment to pull it off. They were the new way to fight this war, and they wouldn't sit around and wait to be attacked like the extremely aruetyc Starlisk and his Republic. They would be the first attack on Bilbringi in a very long time, and the only one necessary to get the job done.

 

No longer a bounty hunter but ever more a verd, ShadowFett would see to it.

[Kitt]

Cold. Everything within the space around Bilbringi was cold, even the astroids around the planets gravitational pull. Yet, for some odd reason, Kitt was able to feel them all out. He could see and sense the way they would need to go long before the jumped out of hyperspace. A tense feeling could be felt through the Force as most in the party began to realize the moment of truth was nearing. They soon would be in the fires of hell, consumed by them. It would be this groups baptism, and one that would submerge them under the fire.

 

Reaching out, he began his mental push as he prepared himself for the worst to be thrown at him and the female Mandalorian, Mirdala. She was calm, even behind the mask, he could tell. She was born and raised for these moments of battle. Her kind would always be prepared for a fight, even when those around them were not. He didn't need to worry about her or her readiness. Turning his attention back to the viewport as he watched the stars streak by through hyperspace. Slowly, he began to draw energy through the Force, knowing that it would be his primary weapon that would keep him and his newly found companion alive through the dangers that awaited them.

 

The blue and white streaks of stars faded back into the heartless cold rejection of the vacuum that was space. A lone object clearly dominated the viewport in front of them, Bilbringi. Already, Kitt could see the path towards victory within his mind through the Force. Now, even as the Rangir made its decent towards the planets surface, he was drawing the Force to him, for he would not allow himself to be taken off guard by anything unexpected.