Godspeed, Rebels

[Greybok]

The alarms were blaring. Greybok was at in the command center, his hands on the large holoprojector that filled the center of the room, staring at the report from Alliance Command with a renewed sense of awe. Alliance reports had come in: there were rebels on Corellia. Commander Ion had done nothing to order these attacks, but some had finally decided to go rogue and do it themselves. Grey was staring at the list of names of those members of the rebellion who had gone to fight. Alysanne Drast and Mig Cabra, two senior members of Star Squadron, were on that list.

At first, he was angry. How could they go and fight the Sith and not tell him? How could they go and attack the Empire and leave him behind? Moreover, how could they go against strict orders like that? Commander Ion was going to be furious. Hell, Greybok was furious, but mostly at Val who had put their lives needlessly at risk by leading the operation. But rage was soon replaced with pride. His squadron had gone to fight. They were the first to truly take the battle to the Sith. The first since Dantooine. And now the fire was lit. But just as pride swelled in him, concern did too. Alys was like a daughter to him. Mig, though awkward, was one of his best friends. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to them. So, he wanted to go. He wanted to fight too.

Fortunately, Commander Ion had the same thought. The order came in loud over the base's intercom: the rebel fleet was being scrambled. Rebel forces were ordered to Nar Shaddaa, in Imperial Hutta. The rebellion was going to use the kaggath on Medriaas and the rogue rebel strike on Corellia to finally launch an attack on the Empire. Grey looked at his astromech droid, BE-ET, and gave a small nod with a bark. The droid whistled and obeyed the command. Fire up the Starbird. Grey was not going to sit and hide in some bunker while his friends were out fighting and bleeding for the freedom of the galaxy. The Wookiee slaves he had once been part of were on Nar Shaddaa at the starfighter factory orbiting the Smuggler's Moon, and he was going to go and rescue them all if it was the last thing he did.

Greybok hit a button on the console and a new set of alarms went off throughout the base. The first had been to alert the base to new orders from Alliance Command. This alert, from Commander Greybok himself, was to put the base on alert. It was time to squadron up. Target: Nar Shaddaa.

OOC - This thread is a prequel to the other Open/PvPs taking place on Nar Shaddaa right now. It is open to Rebels only. PvP/combat/damage/etc., is disabled. It's a reaction/social to recent events concerning Corellia, the kaggath, and the lead up to the fight on Nar Shaddaa.

 

[Leah Reach]

Leah was consulting with Commander Ion, the Rebel Council and the other Jedi, guised as other ambassadors, when a lowbrow rebel rushed into the private war chambers on Al'doleem, eyes wide and a message in his hand.

B1-TH, or Susan, blocked his path as he attempted to reach the Alliance Commander. “Hold your horses, soldier. What do you think you’re doing here?” The female droid sized up the young man, threatened by his unexpected arrival. Master Reach perked an eyebrow, concerned about why the rebel had marched into the quarters without warning and curious about what he had to say. With the wave of her hand, she looked between the metallic smuggler and the unfamiliar rebel. “Stand down, Susan.” She said, knowing B1-TH would listen at the mention of her self-appointed name. Her gaze wandered to the young man. “What is it, Private?”

The rebel glanced nervously from her, the droid and the rest of the Council. He stepped closer, into the limelight. “Empress Lyanna and Emperor Vrael have moved their fleets to Medriass and engaged in their duel—“ Susan scoffed. Everyone knew about the challenge. However, Leah raised a hand again to allow him to continue. “—but we’ve received word about an attack. On Corellia. Mandalorians and rebels have infiltrated Imperial space and are striking multiple installations on the planet surface.” There it was. The news. At first, the rebel ambassador was unsure whether to be skeptical, shocked or delighted. Of course, she knew it was the truth. Several other rebels and ships had disappeared the day prior. She recognized this was their doing, along with House Solus.

Leah locked eyes with Aurora. Master Valentine Rayth failed to attend the meeting, and he was neither at the Al’doleem monastery. Known for his stance of aggression against the Empire, could he have joined the attack on Corellia? Her gaze continued over to Alliance Commander Ion. Hope, and a distant request, flashed through. They had been discussing on the means of destabilizing Imperial Hutta, especially after several Mandalorian attacks in the recent weeks. She recognized, as would anyone else, it was the time to strike. The Jedi Master said nothing, because she didn’t have to. Hugo would make his voice known, as would anyone else in the room, because everyone understood what needed to be done.

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[Hugo Ion]

Another rotation, another meeting.

Hugo Ion sat at the head of the council table with Leah Reach and the other Jedi beside him. They were a source of comfort and wisdom in the small assembly gathered here. Captaining a ship was much more simple in his personal opinion. Especially in comparison to dealing with characters like Susan the droid smuggler.

The Commander was about to ask Lean a question when one of his rebels Jerel Shin came running into the chambers. Surprised Hugo was about to intervene between Susan and the grunt but Leah spoke up first. Once things calmed the Durosian looked on and paid close attention to what Jerel made his announcement. At first Hugo was confused at the duel being mentioned when they already knew about it but then came the real shocker.

Ion froze in reaction as the attack on Corellia by Mandalorians and Rebels was proclaimed. What the kriff?! He thought, before the wheels in his mind began to turn. Realization came with instant anger, the alliance leader’s hands squeezed into shaking fists and his eyes narrowed briefly.

“Dammit Valentine! This is all his doing, I know it.”

Hugo whispered, seething in barely restrained fury. Soon the blue humanoid calmed himself and realized this reckless action could actually prove to be useful. As soon he met Leah’s gaze Hugo knew what her silent request was and nodded. The Imperial Hutta operation will have to be put into effect immediately.

He will deal with Valentine and the rogues later, the Duros decided. Standing up with arms clasped behind his back Hugo subsequently declared in a clear firm voice.

“Commence Operation Foe Hammer. Mobilize all available units for Nar Shadda as soon as possible. Our time has come!”

The rebel staff began a mad rush through the chambers and other rooms to comply with the order, relaying it to alliance forces across the galaxy. As they did Hugo let out a silent sigh, muttering to himself.

“May the force be with us.”

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[Vuthari]

Galactic Alliance Stronghold
Al'doleem

“Dammit Valentine! This is all his doing, I know it.”

Vu’thari stood near Leah and Hugo with his arms crossed. Garbed like a spacer with a blaster pistol on his thigh, the twi’lek never drew too much attention to himself when he was around Galactic Alliance personnel. The Jedi “Master” was one of the five that was more on the fringe. The twi’lek was a reluctant participant in this grand effort in the beginning, but now the alien was all in. The padawans under his tutelage were thriving…that made it worth the decision to join the cause in and of itself.

The anger simmering off of Hugo was warranted. Valentine had gone on his own and would likely draw attention to the existence of Jedi once again. If this happened, the Sith would begin concentrated hunts to ensure there were no more of them. This meant the timeline for many operations and initiatives would be moved up. It did not take a Jedi to understand the look that passed between Leah and Hugo…this would be used as an opportunity. If the Galactic Alliance sat back and waited for the other shoe to drop, they would be on the defensive. That was not Hugo’s style. He knew that about the commander.

Coming to his feet, the duros commanded, “Commence Operation Foe Hammer…”

Vu’thari really had no need to hear anymore. Those words were enough. The twi’lek and his padawans had a soft spot for the dirty, dangerous Nar Shaddaa…it was their home—right in the middle of enemy territory. If there was anyone who understood how critically important this opportunity was, it was Vu’thari. Nar Shaddaa was ripe for rebellion. The hutts resented being overseen by the Empire. All it would take would be open acts of defiance in the face of Imperial Hutta rule and the thermal detonator would be on its countdown for an explosion of resistance.

Vu’thari, despite being a “Master”, was often the last to hear about the strategic initiatives, but he was used to it at this point. It did not bother him, though he was quite sure he knew more about Imperial Hutta than most in the room—it had been his home for five years. But Vu’thari was not in this for recognition, attention, ego or power…he would play the role that needed to be played, when it was necessary…teacher, leader, confidante, technician, follower, friend, soldier, Jedi, Jedi Master…the Force had a way of putting him where he needed to be. This was no exception.

“May the force be with us.”

Looking over at Hugo, Leah and Aurora, he said quietly, “The labor camp I submitted for this operation—I will take Ayasha and Prax. I believe we can liberate it…”

Pause.

In a near whisper, Vu’thari added, “As for Valentine. It sounds like our disjointed efforts have come full circle. Perhaps a Council meeting is in order so that we can get on the same page now that we are going to be out in the open…”

Looking around at the flurry of activity that just sparked, the Jedi said more to himself, “I need to prep my ship…”

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[Tycho Draykon]

According to protocol, Tycho took time to wonder around before returning to base. It was done to make sure that no one was following him, and because he used that time to recoop after a mission. As usual there was activity at the base when he returned. It was all normal. After checking in Tycho went about his usual business.

Then activity suddenly picked up as officers and what not came out shouting orders. One though approached Tycho directly, "Suit up soldier. Operation Foe Hammer is commencing. You are going home." Was all that he was told. It didn't take long at all for the rogue to figure out where he is going. With a nod, Tycho headed back to his ship to gather his gear and put on his new set of armor.

This is going to be one hell of a homecoming for sure. Perhaps one that will be the first step of many to free Nar Shaddaa from the grip of the Empire.

 

[Aldo Raine]

A man discards his indecision to embrace purpose.

Aldo rested his tired eyes in the palms of his hands, as he attempted to wipe the exhaustion from them. His nightmares had been harrowing and persistent the past few days, causing his dour disposition to sour into a surly one. In a feeble attempt to knock down a migraine forming behind his eyes he popped a couple aspirin and chased them with a little water. Aldo downed the rest of the water and massaged his temples. He was sitting in the barracks common room on Hoth when the red alert sounded.

The Corellian's blood went ice cold. Alliance Commander Ion's voice delivered the order and Aldo's body went into motion. Finally, it was time to fight.

Aldo jogged to his room and grabbed his armor and weapons. He donned his alliance issued armor, utility belt with blaster and stun baton holster. On his way out he slung his R5R over his shoulder and made for the hanger. His mind was set on the mission at hand and he was looking for any crew that would take him.

The hanger was a buzz of activity as the base reacted to the Commander's order. The sound of ships roaring to life collided with the chaotic chatter of rebels scrambling to react. Standing amidst it all, the Corellian finally felt at home and he was ready to go to war. He just needed a ride. As his eyes scanned the various ships with ragtag groups of rebels falling in rank and file, they came across a unique light freighter and he couldn't help but want a better look. Aldo made his way toward it. Hopefully, they needed another hand.

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[Eisa Swan]

The teens eyes shot wide open as the sound of Klaxons thundered throughout the Base. Blinking a few times, the teen adjusted her focus so it got used to seeing light once again. The young girl had been deep in meditation for the best part of the day, opening her mind further to the Force and allowing it's energies to willfully flow through her. She had not long been anointed as a Jedi Padawan, following the train of events that had brought her from the small rebel outpost on Savareen into the folds of current successors to the name Jedi.

As the teen sat cross legged in the centre of her quarters, her gaze moved over towards her two Lightsabers, one an ornate design that seemed befitting of the heritage and legacy of its previous owner, a Jedi master who feel fighting the first Sith on Ruusan. The second was of a more complex that resembled a blaster, a specialist design that she had came across through another Padawan Asha, a concealed lightsaber that appeared and functioned like a blaster at first unless the weilder opted to reveal themself as a Jedi. Something that made perfect sense for those who openly moved within the ranks of the Rebels that wanted to help maintain the secrecy of the Jedi Orders existence.

Her lips pursed in thought as she contemplated picking up her weapons and moving into the mobilisatiom that was taking place from beyond her quarters doors. A light sigh escaped her lips as she gave serious thought about going to help.

Her hand reached out to summon her weapon to her, before hesitating in channeling the Force to levitate the Lightsabers to her grasp. Remembering that she was under strict orders of both her Jedi master and Rebel Commander Leah Reach that she was to remain off duty until she could re-center and find balance within herself. Despite pushing herself to keep her mind distracted following the death of her father, the young teen had shown signs of inner turmoil, not only during missions withim Star Squadron but through her presence in the Force. The Jedi master iterating that she needed time to grieve and fully come to terms with her loss as well as adjust to the new life she had found herself stepping into.

Sighing, the teen allowed her hand to fall back down towards her lap in resignation, as much as it pained her. Eisa would keep true to her word and forego the urge to aid her fellow rebels, appreciating that at this point in time she would be of little use to them. She needed to find peace and harmony within herself, once she had done so and through the Guidance of the Force her time to return to the sides of those around her would come.

OOC: that's Eisa on hold until I get back from work trip

 

[Arda Breaux]

Arda had heard about the new Empress and the Emperor were having a fight of dominance on a world that they subjugated, it seemed fitting for the Sith and Arda was unsure on how else to process it. She didn't care what they were doing to each other, but knew to some this was significant; she could feel the Force change, the ripples made her seek out her Master's advice many times in the day already. She felt terrible for asking so many times, but her Master seemed not too concerned and in fact excited in a way that her ability in the Force continued to grow. Though as she tried to focus on her lesson, the blaring alarms in the base nearly made the padawan fall out of her seat. She looked around for a moment, her thoughts spun until it occurred she knew what those alarms meant.

The padawan threw on her armor, still adjusting the straps as she left the room, half prepared, but knew she would be fully prepared once she found Master Blackwood. The halls were filled with Rebels as the moved to their positions in and out of the base as Arda searched for Aurora.

Her senses spread out, feeling the distinct cluster of signatures located in the Commander's Meeting chambers, she could feel others in the room also, emotions were rolling on the waves of the Force as she watched the door open as some of the ambassadors exited, mentioning the Corellian attack and Arda quickly slipped inside the next time the door opened, "Master Aurora!" she called out seeing the Jedi Masters and the Commander before her eyes fell on her teacher, "What's going on?" she asked, "Do we-are we going to help?" she asked.

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[Ner Giza]

When the alarms started going off all over the base, Nera nearly lept out of her skin. Her last mission had gone well enough but when it was over she hadn’t gotten time off for there were repairs to be made. The debris from an exploded enemy transport had clipped off one of the light lasers from the Blue Angel. However the repairs were upon the Tempest Hunter, 99 refusing to touch that ‘Blue Harlot’ until AFTER he had installed the military grade deflectors upon her mynock freighter.

”Frakking brilliant!”, the woman swore as she bolted up from her bunk on the ship and began throwing on her flight suit. She pressed the comm link on her wrist and said, ”Slippken, I need my gunner with me. Suit up and get to the Tempest”, before dancing around as she pulled her boots on. At least the upgrade to the shields had been completed; the Tempest Hunter had never been in better shape, her astromech keeping busy while he was denied a slot on her starfighter.

As a result she hadn’t heard the news about the Sith eating each other alive in some sort of ancient pissing match for supremacy, nor of the rogue members of her squad taking the fight to Corellia. Heading for the cockpit she called out to the droid who was already powering up the mynock. ”You have any idea what’s going on Nine-nine?” The astromech was a fiend for the news feeds that came in and had been terribly upset that the report on Saorise Kallig hadn’t been anchored by Nastia Vant. The droid began filling her in on various conspiracy theories to explain the anchor woman's absence while she strapped herself into the pilot’s seat.

Eventually she had to interrupt the flow of useless information, ”Keep it pertinent nine-nine.” While she waited for her gunner to report she listened to the droid speaking about an attack on Corellia, mentioning members of Star Squadron were involved. ”They what? We’ll never get to them in time!”

Slippken slid into the co-pilot’s seat retracting the gangplank before fastening himself into the safety restraints. ”Where to Captain”, he said having picked up that deplorable habit of naming her such from Aurelian. She shook her head, ”beats me, does it matter?” Flicking the comm she said, ”Star Commander, Star Seven reporting in and awaiting coordinates.” It was the best she could do until receiving her orders. Her mind went to Aurelian hoping that he hadn’t run off to Corellia too.

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[Ayasha Waya]

Ayasha stood quietly beside Vu'thari. The padawan knew that her place in this meeting was a privilege and that she was to be seen and not heard. The raven haired woman crossed her arms over her chest, her typical black tunic concealing the lightsaber borrowed from her Jedi Master. Upon her right thigh covered in slate colored leggings was her blaster pistol secured within its leathery holster. She followed Vu'thari's leading and dressed in such a manner that did not stand out.

The Galtean native blinked several times as Commander Hugo Ion boiled over, though she understood with great clarity the cause for such upset. The Jedi had been careful to conceal their existence. They had taken to drastic measures to ensure that they remained undiscovered while continuing to carry out covert operations that would benefit the greater good. To think that it had all come down to this. Was the fledgling Jedi Order ready for this kind of attention? Would they fail or would they soar in the face of the opposition that was sure to come?

The woman's mind shifted to Nar Shaddaa. Though it was crowded, loud, dirty and dangerous...it was Ayasha's home. She had seen the “Smuggler's Moon” at her worst...but the ever optimistic padawan knew that there was good within her. She had a heart for the people there, some of which she had come to know. Chio with the food cart down the street had always been kind to her. Favi at the corner store had helped her on more than one occasion with understanding the various languages on the boxes and cans on the shelves. They were real people who lived real lives and those lives were lived under Imperial rule.

“May the Force be with us,” the words echoed within Ayasha's mind. Indeed, it would only be by the Force that this operation would be successful. Something about that phrase strengthened the resolve within her heart. The padawan knew that she had been created for such a time as this. She knew that it was no coincidence that she had been taken from Galtea and thrust into the heart of a galaxy which she had come to care for deeply. Vu'thari spoke quietly to those beside him. “The labor camp I submitted for this operation – I will take Ayasha and Prax. I believe we can liberate it..”

There was a sudden flurry of activity as alarms blared and rebels rushed about. The padawan knew that the time had come to make a very real contribution to the cause to which she had pledged her life. The Jedi would certainly not go down without a fight. It was their moment, and Ayasha was proud to be part of it. “I need to prep my ship...” she heard Vu'thari state before he turned to leave. The woman's honey colored eyes met his emerald green pair as she nodded. She did not need to say anything for the twi'lek to know that she was all in.


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