LAAT/i on approach to 1st AAC Training Area
Central Mountain Region, Owyhyee, New Tython
24 Hours to Mission Start
“So how long is this little field trip supposed to last anyway?” Edgar inquired.
Turel answered his friends’ question without breaking eye contact with his own datapad. “A few weeks, maybe less.”
“Well I hope we get supply runs with certain ‘comfort items’ if you know what I mean.” Edgar nudged Turel on the shoulder. “Eh, eh.”
The Knight-Commander remained unphased and focused on his datapad. “I’ll have a bottle of the finest Corellian ale waiting on us.” Turel paused long enough for Edgar’s eyes to light up. “When we capture the red team’s flag and not before.”
A familiar deep voice emanated from the back of the shuttle, “Make that two bottles, and they’d better go ahead and put them on ice. This won’t take long.” The Titan of New Tython rose to his feet and moved to the front of the shuttle with a slight grin on his face.
“Now that’s the spirit!” Edgar exclaimed as the rest of the team chuckled.
The LAAT/i crew chief came in over the intercom, “30 seconds to landing.” The shuttle came to a smooth landing within a small outpost located in a lush, forested valley. The base itself was a standard small outpost, large fabricated walls, guard towers evenly spaced with crew served weapons positions, an entrance gate and hardened structures containing command, billeting and logistical areas. The shuttle was met on the landing pad by Quaestor Liam, Aedile A’lora and V’yr Vorsa.
Liam was the first to greet the team as they exited the shuttle. “Welcome to Outpost Alpha. The barracks are those set of buildings on along the eastern wall. Go ahead and off load your equipment, the briefing starts in one hour in the hanger.” The elderly quaestor gestured toward the single hanger on the north side of the base.
Inside Hangar One
Outpost Alpha, 1st AAC Training Area, Owyhyee, New Tython
22 Hours to Mission Start
As time ticked closer to the scheduled briefing time, the Jedi of the Knights of Allusis and the ranking K.U.D.F. officers of the units assigned to blue team filed into the hanger. The center of the hanger was filled with a holoprojection of the 1st AAC training area, which encompassed the valley Outpost Alpha was in and several hundred square kilometers of forest and mountainous terrain. The holoprojection displayed the location of outpost Alpha along with the assigned defensive positions of various units around the valley. The projection also included notional intelligence of possible locations for the opposing red team. At the end of the hanger opposite the entrance stood a Torgruta female in traditional jedi attire, standing next to an older Bothan in a crisp military uniform. The two were instantly recognizable to anyone in the room as Aedile A’lora of the Odanites and Colonel Caer Dall’ra of the K.U.D.F.
A’lora eyed the various officers and Jedi entering the hangar, mentally checking off a list of all the unit representatives that were supposed to attend the briefing. Once the Aedile was satisfied all the required attendees were present she began the briefing. “If everyone would please move where they can see the projection.” She paused for a moment while the various representatives in the hangar shuffled around. “Excellent. Welcome to our first major exercise of the K.U.D.F. since the liberation, Operation Crucible. As you all know this is a force on force exercise designed to validate units platoon and below and train new leaders. You are the blue team, many of your unit mates are assigned to the red team. This is by design, so neither side has an inherent advantage based on unit capabilities.”
The projection zoomed in on Outpost Alpha and A’lora continued, “Your mission is to defend Outpost Alpha and your flag located on the roof of the commander center. Your secondary objective is to locate the red team’s base of operations and capture their flag or their commander.”
Lu’aisha Gresee raised her hand to ask a question. A’lora stopped to acknowledge the Padawan’s question, “Who is the red team commander?”
“You will have to piece that together using intelligence you collect from the battlefield.” Nearly the entire room nodded with understanding. “Senior Jedi General V’yr Vorsa will serve as the blue team commander." The Neti Jedi raised her hand, though everyone in the room knew who she was. A’lora continued, “The red team will operate out of a hasty rallying point and will simulate a One Sith or Brotherhood invasion. Liam, Colonel Dall’ra and myself will serve as the external evaluators, validating the subunits of both teams. You will receive fragmentary orders as the exercise progresses. If there are no questions on your mission for the exercise, Colonel Dall’ra will brief you on the rules of engagement. Colonel.”
The veteran Bothan soldier stepped forward, “As my esteemed Jedi colleague has noted, this is a training exercise, at no time should your blasters or lightsabers be taken off the stun setting. You have been issued explosive simulators which I have been told will leave a brightly colored, yet biodegradable paint to simulate a blast area. It will wash off after a fixed period of time. Because we are simulating a Sith invasion, Jedi on Jedi engagements are encouraged, I will let the Jedi commanders cover those rules in greater depth.” The Bothan produced a remote and pressed a button. A floating probe-type droid appeared from behind him. “This is an observer-controller droid. They are out of play. Solari and Nathan Decarius were kind enough to assist us in putting these together. These droids will record and relay major engagements to the observer controller command center located outside the training area. They are capable of audio and holo projection. If an observer controller says you are dead or an engagement went a certain way, please follow their instructions. This is training, do not let egos stifle the training value of this exercise.”
The Bothan Colonel glared at the Jedi side of the room for a moment before continuing, “if you are detained by the opposing force you will be taken to a hasty holding area where your team will have a chance to rescue you. If you are notionally killed in the exercise you will be transported from the battlefield to a staging area and possibly reintroduced to the exercise as ‘reinforcements.’ The exercise will end when one side captures the other’s flag or commander. Are there any questions on the rules of engagement?”
A’lora stepped forward again, “One final note on Jedi vs Jedi engagements. We want this training to be realistic, but don’t kill each other. Lightsabers on the training setting and standard sparring rules apply. If you are beaten and a controller says you are out, swallow your pride and play by the rules. We are all professionals here. Also, don’t injure the non-Force users with wanton use of your powers.”
Turel raised his hand and waited for A’lora to acknowledge him, “So, if I were to gather enough of that paint substance and rig up a paint bomb with…”
A’lora cut him off mid-sentence, “I know where you’re going with this and the answer is no. No paint bombs, paint booby traps or whatever variation of paint based explosive you’re thinking of.”
“But if it’s just paint-”
“Way to take the fun out of it.”
“Just use the ordinance you were issued, ok? This is a military exercise not some elaborate prank.”
Turel nodded in reluctant agreement, suddenly remembering why it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission. Though if this were a real Sith invasion he’d be pulling out every dirty, dishonorable, guerilla tactic in the book if it meant survival and victory.
Undaunted A’lora moved to conclude the briefing, “If there are no further questions I leave it to Vorsa to give out the Jedi unit assignments and remaining orders. The exercise begins in exactly 22 hours, use that time to link up with your units and establish defensive positions.” The Aedile dismissed the briefing and the participants scattered to begin preparations.
Red Team staging area
1st AAC Training Area, Owyhyee, New Tython
“You aren’t paying me enough to live in a cave for weeks on end.” Izanami Kurai noted with extreme dissatisfaction with her new surroundings.
Three human male figures in robes followed the Cathar pirate into the cave that formed the base of operations for Red Team. The entire group stopped for a moment to observe the flurry of activity as soldiers off loaded and set up complex communication equipment inside the cave. One of the robed male figures, a young man with black and purple robes and matching purple hair took a more optimistic tone regarding the situation, “I don’t think we’ll be spending much time here anyway, we snag the blue flag and this will be over before you know it.”
“I wouldn’t underestimate our opponents just yet, Jason.” Sanguinius Tsucyra remarked coldly as he studied a map display hastily mounted on the cave wall, the metal on his dark armor reflecting the bright colors from the monitor.
Liam Torun emerged from within the cave to greet the new arrivals, “Welcome to the Red team’s base. I assume you’ve been briefed on the rules of engagement?”
Adeodatus nodded at the Quaestor’s inquiry, “Yes we have, though our forces here seem a bit light compared to what we are going up against.”
“You will get a steady stream of reinforcements as the exercise progresses. This is meant to simulate a Sith invasion. The forces you have at the onset are the advanced guard. Use them wisely.”
Izanami smiled, “oh we will. You’ll get your credit’s worth, I assure you of that.”
Liam stroked his beard for a moment. “Good to hear. Remember this is supposed to be training, let’s make it a good one.”