Star Wars: Resurgence

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Star Wars: Resurgence

Post by Quirbles » Sat Nov 30, 2019 4:05 am

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MUSTAFAR SURFACE
TRANSPORT VESSEL R95-A.
0700 HOURS, GALACTIC STANDARD


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"Get your equipment and sabers ready-- we're approaching the landing zone shortly. A Republic liaison will greet us at the outset."

Mustafar was what Segin had expected, if he was being perfectly honest with himself-- a fiery hellscape devoid of life that looked exactly like the type of place a Scarlet Fleet remnant would hide out at. It hurt to look at just about as much as it hurt to land at-- which, judging by the very intense juddering of the ship's cockpit, was an amount that was quickly becoming substantial, if not unbearable. Good, then. All the more reason to get off the burning rock as quickly as possible.

All this planet seemed to do was remind him of Dathomir, at this point. Take away a bit of the lava, throw some crotchety old hags flying around with magicks, turn the already-close sun a deep scarlet, and the shikkhole expanse of his homeworld would be a skip and a jump away. Force, why was it always the hellscapes that the Sith had to set up shop on? Never a nice water and beach planet like Scarif, never a tropical jungle planet of something tame like Naboo or Endor-- always the places where a wrong step would place you into a caldera or a pit of molten ash.

"Stunning choice of scenery by the Sith, as per usual." Segin muttered aloud, his voice picked up by the communicator bound to the interior padding of his right bracer. His ankles were fashioned with similar decorative pieces of light armor-- phrik-tempered, as to provide a semblance of protection-- and his once-flowing robe had been cast aside to reveal the shorter overtunic and undertunic, a dull slate gray to match the unforgiving landscape of the rapidly-approaching planet before him. A twist of the stick and a reeling pull of the landing gear-- which felt like pulling on the leash of a bantha, in all honesty-- set the transport craft upon the sullen earth with a jostling thud, followed by the stiff silence of another successful and happy landing. Segin breathed and pinched the bridge of his nose, standing up from his seat and making his way towards the common area of the small little vessel.

They hadn't broken up in the atmosphere, at least.

"I request that everyone group near the on-ramp of the ship, please."

They'd made it to the surface in one piece-- whether or not they'd leave it in such a state remained to be seen. Only one way to find out, wasn't there?

Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Quite literally.

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Post by illirica » Mon Dec 02, 2019 1:14 am

Mustafar wasn't at all what Megryn had expected. She'd have thought the Sith remnants would have been somewhere more interesting, but no, the whole place was just hot mess. Apparently being Sith wasn't paying well these days. Megryn wasn't entirely sure why she was here, because really she thought that it shouldn't take this many Jedi to take out a few bygone losers, but she was becoming more and more afraid that this might be a learning experience.

Megryn hated those. She'd been having an awful lot of them lately. Since being assigned to the Jedi Master Solren, she'd lost count of how many times she'd heard the words "Because it will be educational." He seemed determined to try to teach her something, and equally determined to convince her to forget everything useful she'd ever learned, because apparently most of her activities were "unbecoming of a Jedi," which seemed to be another of his favorite phrases.

The spacecraft was wobbling around like the fat rolls on a Hutt at a comedy club, threatening to explode in midair and kill them all, thereby sparing her a learning experience - but through some burst of luck, they hit the landing pad and managed to all be still alive. Megryn was not yet prepared to label it as 'good' or 'bad' luck - that would depend on how much Character Building she had to endure before they were done with this.

According to the pilot - another Jedi, who from the skipchatter seemed to be slightly less stuffy than Solren - it was about time to be going. Megryn waited until her Master's back was turned, then surreptitously applied a purple star sticker to the hilt of her lightsaber. Thus far, the longest she'd managed to keep one on without his insisting she remove it was fourteen hours, but she wasn't going to stop trying. A Jedi was patient, after all.

Megryn had never had a problem with patience. There was another Padawan with them, a girl not too much older than Megryn herself, who'd... probably seen her put the sticker on. Megryn gave her a conspiratorial wink, hoping that she wasn't yet quite as old and boring as the rest of them, and got up to head towards the hatch.

"Am I supposed to do anything special when we get down there, or just build character?" Not that she needed it - Megryn had plenty of character. It just all seemed to be the wrong sort, somehow.

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Re: Star Wars: Resurgence

Post by Foon » Tue Dec 03, 2019 7:14 am



The Jedi master’s eyes remained closed as the ship drew closer to Mustafar. His mind was elsewhere, knowing that once more, he’d have to shed blood in the name of the light. While Solren surely didn’t enjoy killing, it was a chore like any other when dealing with those who had chosen the path of the dark. This state of meditation that the Jedi engulfed himself in was a way to allow the force to run through his veins… a way to dissolve any thoughts that could become a distraction. This was the Jedi way.

Hunting the Scarlet Fleet’s remnants was nothing new to Solren but bringing along his new padawan would surely make for an interesting evening. It was quite obvious to Solren that his new pupil was far from ready for this assignment. In-fact, he wasn’t convinced that she had bought in to the idea of the Jedi and their role in the galaxy. When Solren looks at Megryn, he sees someone with one foot out the door. This mission would truly be telling in whether the young padawan is truly ready to take a leap forward.

"Get your equipment and sabers ready-- we're approaching the landing zone shortly. A Republic liaison will greet us at the outset."

Solren’s eyes would slowly open at the sound of Segin’s voice. Those nerves that lingered before he boarded were long gone. The force would guide and lead him to its desired outcome. Solren knew this well.

The Twi’lek’s seat restraint would pop open as the transport finally landed. He’d turn to his padawan, nodding once, before rising. The Jedi Master’s heavy coat would slide off of his arms and land on an empty seat, leaving Solren in his traditional Jedi robes. A new trend of Jedi equipping themselves with armor had arisen but this was nonsense in his eyes. Surely, it was another fad that would die out.

Solren walked forward, watching as everyone gathered in the commons area.

"Am I supposed to do anything special when we get down there, or just build character?"

Solren could not help but exhale a hefty sigh after hearing these words come out of his padawan’s mouth. Where could he even begin?

”Were you not at briefing, padawan?” Solren would remark with a hint of slight frustration in his voice. ”Just… stay beside me at all times unless you’re told otherwise. Trust in the force, trust in your training, and all should go well.”

He hoped.

”AND most importantly, no heroics,” Solren would immediately add after the fact.



That yin is gonna yang

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Post by BanefulMelody » Wed Dec 04, 2019 7:39 am

Adina expected nothing.

They were touching down on a Sith remnant world, a place where the last vestiges of the scum had chosen to cower. But were they the last? Time and time again, it seemed, they found 'the last' of the shattered forces, yet time and time again, they were disproven. Insects had a way of worming deep inside the cracks, and the deeper one dug, the more of the hive they unearthed. To find one tunnel, burn the residence, and consider the infestation dealt with was foolish. Always be vigilant - always be ready.

Never think the job is done.

Of course, she was here on a different job, as well. Reports of a Sith holocron. Some temple submerged on the lava planet's surface, a beacon of filth for the scavengers of the universe to cower around. They didn't deserve such a thing. They held not the power of their masters, nor their wisdom - two things Adina begrudgingly had grown to respect, in the Sith Lords, if only to keep herself alive - but were instead measly hordes of sycophants now without a master. And so, to the beacon they gathered, some haven of familiarity in the sea of eradicating flame the Jedi brought on upon their heads.

"A fine time for such lessons, Solren," Adina chastised, overhearing the elder Master reprimanding - no, merely redirecting - his Padawan. "I would claim the girl unready, but given her temperament, being faced with conflict first hand may do her some good."

The Chiss shifted slightly in her seat, crimson eyes settling on Megryn, as a slow smile crept across her lips.

"If you approach this without respect, you will die. Maintain this attitude and you will be worth more charging headfirst naked into a pool of lava - at least then we will not be burdened with your corpse."

She turned to her own Padawan, now. Not as mindless as the Megryn girl, but certainly problematic in her own right. Hopefully she understood the full gravity of the situation. To be burdened with another life - well, that would not do. She cared for the girl. All the lessons, all the training, all the strict demeanor, it was merely a constant test of her readiness.

"Do you understand the gravity of this, Shyakait? This is real combat. A mistake could end your life." Her fingers curled over the hilt of her saber, nestled in the sash of her robes. "I did not train you to make mistakes."

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Post by Mach2 » Fri Dec 06, 2019 1:52 am

Shyakait had endured the descent in silence. Two years had passed since she'd left Taris, and in that time, she had found herself airborne frequently enough that turbulence no longer caused her to visibly panic. But most of her life had been spent with both feet bound firmly to the ground. It would be a good many years before she became truly comfortable aboard a ship. And the entry into Mustafar's atmosphere didn't exactly put her at ease. Every lurch and shudder of the vessel caused her jaw to clench ever tighter - until she was certain she could hear each tooth creak and groan from the pressure.

But they made it. With a final jerk, the ship's landing gear made contact with some aspect of the planet's surface. They had arrived, and in one piece. Kait exhaled slowly; a breath she hadn't quite been aware that she'd been holding. The flight was over. It was time to focus. Without the pressing and immediate threat of their ship tearing itself apart in the planet's atmosphere, it was significantly easier to will herself into the correct mindset. Senses sharp. Reflexes ready. Able to respond immediately and instinctively and carefully to a threat. Able to read a room, to pick up on even the most minute of details - such as the sticker that had just been placed on the hilt of Master Solren's lightsaber.

Kait spotted the quick flash of purple, and judging by the mischievous grin she was awarded, she knew that the other Padawan - Megryn - had seen her take note. She wasn't about to blow the whistle on such a harmless act. In any other circumstance, it would have been hilarious. Even now, it did wonders to lighten the tensity of the situation. But it was not the time, nor the place; a point that was quickly driven home by her own Master. Everything until now had been practice. What they were about to face, whatever they were about to go up against, was real. The margin for error was zero. "I did not train you to make mistakes."

She nodded, forgetting about the purple sticker immediately in the face of the grander scope of their task. Kait reached down, undoing the harness that had kept her from being thrown around the fuselage during their descent. "I know," she answered, rising from her seat. Adina wouldn't have permitted Kait to occupy a seat on this vessel if she didn't believe she was ready. And Kait had absolutely no intentions of proving her Master wrong on that point. She checked her attire once more - boots laced, saber tightly secured to the belt of her robes, hair pulled back in the best attempt she could make at keeping it out of her face - and nodded. "I'm ready."

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Re: Star Wars: Resurgence

Post by Foon » Thu Dec 12, 2019 5:55 am



It didn’t long for someone else to join in on the conversation. Jedi Master Adina, had offered her two credits as tradition. Like Solren, she was a member of the council. The Twi’lek did have respect for her as she seemed to be fairly loyal and well-versed in the Jedi’s core principals like himself. That seemed like a rarity nowadays…

Although, her knack to make a comment about everything was on display. And per course, there was a hint of narcissism in her words. Many had regarded Adina as the ideal Jedi, strictly keeping to the books, but Solren would have no choice but to reply after she said…

"If you approach this without respect, you will die. Maintain this attitude and you will be worth more charging headfirst naked into a pool of lava - at least then we will not be burdened with your corpse. If you approach this without respect, you will die. Maintain this attitude and you will be worth more charging headfirst naked into a pool of lava - at least then we will not be burdened with your corpse."

She had crossed a line.

“With all do respect, Master Adina, I’ve trained my padawan to be prepared for moments such as these. So long as she trusts in the force, I'm sure she will be fine,” Solren would add with a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “Lest you forgot… I trained the boy that slew the leader of the Scarlett Fleet. So, I ask that you have faith in my abilities as a teacher.”

For a moment, Solren truly wondered whether he believed in his words. Megryn, was fairly old and seemingly stuck in her old ways. Training her has probably chipped a few years off of Solren’s life, and he would probably be lying to himself if he thinks that Megryn could do battle with a Sith at this moment in time, but what other choice did Solren have? A Jedi is taught to be courageous and positive when faced with adversity. Force willing, Megryn would prove everyone (including Solren) wrong.

”Now, let’s focus on the mission at hand,” Solren calmly stated before glancing at his padawan for a mere moment. He sensed mischeviousness but it mattered not. There were more pressing matters to deal with.

The Sith.
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Post by Deus Mortis » Thu Dec 12, 2019 5:01 pm

”Last Life Day, I gave you my heart...but the very next day you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears. I'll give it to someone special…”

Music filled the inner sanctum that was The Felina’s cockpit, its red-eyed pilot flipping various switches on the dashboard in front of him. He scanned the various monitors of information around, a small exhale of relief coming from his nose.

”Once bitten and twice shy, I keep my distance but you still catch my eye...tell me, baby, do you recognize me?”

A small series of beeps sounded off from his right where an astromech could be seen. A red hat with white fluff around the bottom edges could be seen on its head as it rocked an inch off the ground from each leg.

”RC, you know this song?”

The astromech looked up at its master, its head rotating completely around as it gave off a few beeps.

”No karking way. Since when?”

Beep, beep.

”I do not play this a lot. Stop exaggerating.”

RC rocked back and forth as it sang a series of melodic, higher-pitched beeps.

”Alright, Mr. Republic's-Got-Talent, calm down. I still want to be able to hear the song.”

A beep, one not coming from Riss’ droid companion started sounding from one of the screens within the cockpit.

HYPERSPACE EXIT: 00:00:30

”Work’s’a’callin’, RC. Keep your eyes peeled for anything.”

Beep, beep.

”Sorry- your eye. I’m serious, you remember what I said about there being some possible Sith here, right?”

The droid swiveled forward and back, nodding.

”Alright, good. Even if you didn’t, finding Sith on a place like Mustufar isn’t surprising. I mean- it’s karking Mustufar.”

Beep, beep, boop, beep.

”What do you mean I’m saying it wrong?”

Beep, boop, beep.

”Mustufar does not have two As.”

Beep.

”Does not.”

Beep.

”RC, you’re going to drive me insane one of these days.”

As the two bickered in an argument that would no doubt change the fate of the galaxy forever, the spatial void of passing blues came to an abrupt halt. Floating there in its place was the overwhelming sight of Mustafar. Oceans of lava and continents of blackened ground were the only things visible on the planet’s surface. Information on the planet let Riss know that while the entire planet was little more than a giant oven, the air was breathable...though not very room temperature. The native Mustafarians were more than capable of being at home with Mustafar’s conditions. Riss, both fortunately and unfortunately, was not a Mustafarian.

Things were going to be hot.


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The Felina flew down towards Mustafar’s surface without any initial issue and its pilot could only hope things would remain this way. Riss was on an unusual job today for some anonymous contractor. He was tasked with scouting the ruins of a Sith compound. One would think that the detail about this compound being in ruins also implicated that it was free of Sith. Someone with some experience in finding and fighting Sith would know that there was a good chance that they stayed in the shambles of their old accomplishments, gathering anger from the sight of their ruined work. It is in the shadows of their glory that some Sith gain power. If Riss wanted to keep his head on his shoulders, he’d do well in making sure he walked in ready for a fight.

Alright Riss. Fly down, map the area, and get out. Simple enough, right?

Well, he could hope.

A triple and quadruple check of his ship’s attachments and equipment showed that his scrambler and baffler were fully operational, each working in conjunction to hide The Felina’s energy signatures from other ships. He made sure his own sensors were working too- which...actually…

”Picking up another ship near the compound, RC.”

More bounty hunters? Kark my life.

”Get ready for the worst. Man the lasers and don’t let anyone on the ship unless I say so…” A small scowl formed on his face as he began touching down near where the transport vessel. ”You know how other people in our line of work can be…”

The ship gave a gentle jerk as it made contact with the landing pad. Riss armed himself with his standard equipment, plus a respirator, small medical kit, and a plate of armor under his coat and shirt. Good enough to stop a single blaster bolt but karked beyond that.

Once done gearing up, the doors to his hanger would open with a hiss of air, the ship slowly depressurizing.

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

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Post by illirica » Fri Dec 13, 2019 12:55 am

Master Solren didn't appreciate her charm. Then again, he never did. Of course Megryn had been at the briefing. She had even paid careful attention - because if you didn't pay careful attention, you inevitably got yourself killed spectacularly. Or, worse, killed unspectacularly. Megryn had no desire for death any time soon, but when it came, she wasn't going to let it be a boring one.

None of that would ever cause her to admit she paid attention, of course. She knew the value in acting like you knew less than you did. Besides, as an added bonus, it drove Master Solren absolutely bonkers. She caught the frustration in his voice as he lectured her, and gave him an unapologetic grin in response.

He wasn't the only Master determined to give her the lecture treatment, though. The Chiss woman decided to stick her nose into the whole business, with a bunch of opinions about how Megryn wasn't ready or something, which she was apparently using as a learning experience for her own padawan, the other girl. Megryn's quiet "Oof." was all but inaudible, but the sentiment probably carried. The other girl was too busy being a Model Student to fight back on the issue, which rankled, but not unexpectedly.

Solren's intervention was unexpected, though. Given how much the old geezer liked to tell her she was doing everything wrong, she was quite surprised that he bothered to defend her. Her raised eyebrows likely telegraphed her reaction to this new development; they soon lowered again as she gave him a speculative look and decided to do something out of the ordinary: Shut up and do what she was told.

She adjusted her stance slightly, shifting the fall of Jedi robes. Solren never would have let her get away with battle armor - not that she wanted it anyway - but she'd adapted the standard gear more than she let on, taking them apart entirely and restitching them so that they could be torn away in segments. She liked to be able to move - Megryn was quick, good at getting out of the way, and small enough to squeeze into tight spaces. Robes were all very dignified, but dignified got people killed. She was tense, but not with fear - the tension of a coiled spring, ready to move.

The hatch waited before her, and beyond it, the stuff of nightmares.

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Post by BanefulMelody » Fri Dec 20, 2019 3:44 am

Shyakait chose to take things seriously.

"Good."

Of course, she wasn't actually ready. Nobody truly was, the first time they were forced in suck a situation, to kill or be killed - even Adina had hesitated, at first, all those years ago. No, the more important thing was to sate the girl's expectations, to temper them, turning them into tool over trammel. She was too excited. Too ready to engage, yet without a proper cap on her emotions, that reckless abandon would do little but risk her health. Adina wouldn't have that. Couldn't. But here - with her Master watching - she could work on fixing that flaw without too much real risk of danger. They were, after all, merely Sith remnants.

Weak and insignificant.

Adina turned on Master Solren now, lip sharp and eyes narrowed. He was wrong to put faith in his own abilities, born of flawed methodology that, while in-line with his Jedi code, were far too lax to inspire any true confidence. His own girl, Megryn, had made a dismissive sound at Adina's words, her posture unreceptive and disrespectful.

"Must I remind you, Master Solren, that your previous Padawan's actions have left him excluded from raising any new Padawans of his own? I would think to give you the benefit of the doubt, in regards to his negligence, but I can't help but assume," a slight tilt of her head at the Megryn child, "That his missteps were a result of insufficient role models. Now, if we... ah! Master Segin."

She turned her gaze, offering Segin a thin smile.

"We were just discussing our Padawans. I apologize - I did not mean to exclude you. Do you have confirmation of our objectives?"

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Post by Quirbles » Sun Dec 22, 2019 12:53 am

The moment he set foot into the boarding room was a moment of prompt regret.

Of course, no interaction with Master Adina would have been complete without an immediate insult against his character; luckily, like all forces in the great expanse of the universe, there was an immediate sense of balance to be upheld to prevent cataclysmic discord from eviscerating the galaxy in the absence of order. Adina, having sensed this imminent threat to the very tenets which founded the Jedi Order, sprung into action to rectify the issue by snidely-- and coyly-- remarking about his lack of a padawan. And thank the Force for that-- for a second, Segin thought that she might have held her tongue for once, and then ... who knows what would have happened!

They might have even gotten along!

"Master Adina. We've been over this. My padawan's already mastered Force Invisibility-- and watch your step, will you? He's right beside you. Can hear everything you're saying, too. Be nice." Master Valerius responded as he walked toward the ramp, not bothering to meet Adina's gaze in the slightest. At this point, she wasn't even worth the time. He did, however, spare a glance towards her padawan. Kat, was it? No. Kait. "Has she done the thing where she glares at you and purses her lips, yet? I'm guessing you have. It's great. I call it the Force Disappointment."

The interior of the ship, especially the loading bay, was cramped with various pieces of equipment and weaponry discarded by Republic troops when they'd last used the thing. Technically, he'd borrowed the vessel for the use of the mission, which was a nice way of saying that he took it without really telling anyone and was planning to give it back at some point in the near future. Being a Jedi was nice like that. Most times, you'd just-- walk in, flash the I'm a Jedi look, make yourself look like you're on official business, and nobody would really ask any questions. In fact, that was how he'd gotten out of a Twi'lek's apartment once-- the robes were probably the most convincing part, he thought, because her boyfriend didn't quite take him seriously until he put them back on.

Well-- tangents aside, being a Jedi was nice.

What was not nice, however, was the immediate blast of heated air which blew into the ship as soon as the ramp cracked open and lowered itself onto the dusted outcropping of rock they'd settled upon. Segin gave one look to the group around him and nodded with his head, adjusting the bracer on his wrist to open a communication line as he walked down the incline. A soft beep preceded the faint holographic outline of a Republic official, posed upon the small wristpad as if shrunken down and turned blue. The little technological wonder never escaped him.

"We've made touchdown on Mustafar. Coordinates are sent to your nearest allied outpost." He spoke, glancing at the fierce winds of rock and misted sand around them all. On a planet like this, where transmitted data had a tough time leaving the atmosphere alone, a shorter point of reception was necessary. The man on the other end of the call nodded, his silhouette constantly flickering with the storm raging above the Jedi troupe, and moved his lips in absolute silence. A moment later, the sound of his voice played.

"Good. Coordinates show the cave entrance not half a mile from your landing site. East. Hard to miss-- the temple itself will be mostly subterranean and buried. Keep an eye out for suspicious activity, and may the Force be with you, Master Valerius."

"Give General Abanian my thanks, Gerti, and I'll keep you updated. We'll most likely lose connection as the storm worsens. I'll open up a communications line once we break orbit after the mission's completed."

The holographic projection flickered into nonexistence, leaving only the corporeal forms of the six gathered Jedi. If there was any luck, they'd be joined by another, soon enough-- not that anyone needed to know that at the moment.

"Outpost is set within an abandoned Sith temple. Underground, meaning we'll have to find a cave opening. Keep your eyes peeled, stay close, and watch yourself. The storm's worsening, so let's keep a steady pace."

And with that, the mission began in earnest. Segin began walking eastward, saber clipped tight to his belt, his eyes scanning the fast-brewing sandstorm for any signs of life.

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