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The Order


The Rebellion

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Current Events
The Order has established a military and is now sending patrols led by Masters and their Apprentices leading them.

The Rebel cells have discovered each other's existence and have formed a shaky alliance.

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Torrent was bored. She and her master were leading a group of troops across the forest-y surface of a planet that she hadn't quite caught the name of, presumably searching for rebel cells. Needless to say, they had yet to find so much as a salamander. No one had said anything for what seemed like hours; Master Rild always stressed etiquette, such as when to speak, when not to, how to say what, etcetera, topics her main pupil never seemed to grasp, and the only thing keeping said pupil from once again speaking out of turn was that she wasn't particularly in the mood for a lecture in the middle of a sweaty forest.

Pursing her lips as she stumbled over a log, she glanced down at her right hand distractedly. To an onlooker, it would appear that she was wearing gloves, but if that onlooker had blinked, they would have missed the rapid changing of pigment and texture as the glove disappeared and a realistic purple wave appeared on the back of her hand. Tia honestly couldn't recall how she'd gotten the nickname 'Torrent', but she really did prefer it to her actual name, even if Master Rild refused to use it, and she owned it completely, as one would realize if they ever entered her allotted dorm room. Frowning slightly in concentration, she began to animate the wave, a skill she'd been working at, making it look as if it were rushing forwards, then breaking and crashing down. It took serious practice and concentration to alter the pigment of her skin in such a precise matter, but the Homanan tended to have a lot of time on her hands.

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Nalizi stared at the flimsi under her hands, covered in various notes. Placing a hand on her forehead she sighed, sliding the flimsiplast to the side to look at the one underneath. They would be having a test in Force Theory and if she hoped to keep her schedule as free as it was she would have to pass. She set down her hand with a sigh, rolling over to small com sitting on her desk. She picked it up, recalling the past message to pass through. She had no updates it appeared.

Casjum walked alongside his master, staying just a step behind her as they walked the streets of Coruscant. They had been called to receive their first assignment after his master applied to become a general. He wouldn't admit to help the process along so they could get out in the battlefield easier. He watched as his master's hand dropped down, quickly signing a few words with one hand. Queit this time? Please?
Casjum snorted, lightly rolling his eyes. His master was aware of his position on the council, but Adetta was also aware he had a tendency to run his mouth (hands?) He lifted his hands to sign back, knowing she would see. I'll try.

Deltac keyed into a com frequency he knew rather well. With any luck the rest of the Kell Dragons would be listening. He sat perched on a tree, overlooking a patrol walking below him. His hands were dug into the tree bark to keep him firmly in place. "I have confirmed sights on a patrol. They sure look like they're from the order." He paused, giving a small grimace. "Honestly didn't expect to see any here on this backwater planet." He tagged the position, continuing to keep an eye on the force-users at a distance.

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Tapping one carefully trimmed nail on the table, red eyes scanned the report with keen attentiveness. Patrols were a common occurrence, almost par for the course and even members of the 12 wasn't exempt from such duties. As a member of the military, Hyde was intimately familiar with the various paths that the patrols took but such routine paths were a bore. It was always interesting to see new things so perhaps striking out solo would be a nice change of pace, throwing a bit of chaos in the mix. Ah, but doing things like that might earn some backlash and punishment which was fun but also got boring after that happened way too many times. Perhaps Hyde would just be the good little pawn and stay put for now.

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Casjum had just entered through the large, open doors of the Consulate -Formerly the Jedi Temple, which was being slowly rebuilt by the time they arrived, leaving it a weird mess of different materials and scorched walls- when he caught his comlink light up in the corner of his eye. He took in a breath the encryption. It was likely a summons for the Twelve, which he supposed would work out somewhat well as he was already on Coruscant. Catching his master's attention once more, he gestured to a separate hallway, quickly throwing some signs. Got a call. You get mission.

The Togrutan woman seemed to understand as she nodded, giving him a quick affirmative before continuing on her path. He finally tapped into the message, quietly replaying it a few times to make sure he fully understood. The message was important, that much was easy to tell. It wasn't every day the Emperor himself would call a meeting with the Twelve. Usually one of the older masters that would call a meeting over some political thing Casjum could honestly care less about. So even has he understood what the message was saying, he felt like he had to replay it just once more.

"Meet in council chambers at 1540. Those not on Coruscant report through holo."

The clipped tone told Casjum all he needed to know about the urgency of the situation. Casting a quick glance at the time he grimaced. 1528. He'd have roughly 12 minutes to arrive at the council chambers. Just another detail to confirm the urgency he supposed. Shaking his head, Casjum began his fast-paced stride to his next location. He had hoped they wouldn't have to hold another meeting for at least a week, yet apparently five days away from the others was too much to ask.

Deltac grumbled at the silence from the comlink, turning it off with a silent beep. He'd gotten his message across, it was their fault if they didn't listen. Shifting his position to easier scale down the tree, the Trandoshan slid down the bark, holding in a soft grunt as his feet hit the ground. He'd marked only one of the possibly several patrols on this planet (though he had no idea as to the actual number). Checking that his rather dated blaster rifle was firmly secured against his back before once more beginning to trudge through various shrubbery. Most of the patrols he'd encountered so far (read: one) were seemingly made of mostly force users, though he could catch the occasional blaster among the crowds. Deltac had never understood how they managed to have so many Jedi, Sith? Space wizards.

He wasn't even sure how long The Order had been ruling, it was never really important to check. All he knew is that they certainly weren't doing a great job of it. When the Galactic Empire had risen most people seemed to take full advantage of the chaos, he'd found himself revolted at what was left behind. The more "loud" members of society had openly discussed a hatred of aliens, coincidentally most of them were Republic officers all mostly human and in full support of the Empire. Others had begun to riot, though the Empire was just slightly less tolerable of that, only those with money actually got off without punishment (not so strangely also all human.) Honestly Deltac was hopeful when The Order came, but they didn't directly 'fix' anything. Perhaps they were even making things worse.

The Trandoshan grimaced, his thoughts quickly confirmed as he stumbled upon a rather large animal corpse. A nexu, a being not easily defeated. Through narrowed eyes, Deltac moved foward to investigate it, shocked to find no evidence of wounds caused by blasters or lightsabers. Not even a drop of blood was visible.. Not a pleasant thought for the Trandoshan who was certainly smaller than the beast. As if he had sprung a trap, he watched in horror as a dull green gas erupted from the ground, and he quickly stumbled back. Looking down at the ground he spotted the culprit. A small, colorful plant gave plenty clue as to it's origins. Somebody had brought this plant all the way from Felucia. He let out a curse as he began to run in the opposite direction, suddenly more aware of how quiet the forests had become.

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