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[RoSM: Clan Taldryan - Team Old Guard]


Rite of Supremacy: Meridian

Multi-Objective Team Fiction: Team Old Guard


Quejo #4215 - Snapshot
Nihlus Vexrii #9056 - Snapshot
Vodo Biask Taldrya #3729 - Snapshot

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Chosen Objective



Phase I objectives

‘‘Phase I begins on October 14th and ends on October 28th (two (2) weeks)’’

After intercepting a transmission from the now destroyed Brotherhood Listener ship, the Psi Termina I, your team has been hand-picked and sent on a mission. You are already boarded on the Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser Akan, arriving in an Imperial boarding craft through the auxiliary starboard hangar, only several decks below your target. The Akan’s hyperdrives and major systems have been disabled by ion cannons from escorting ships and a battle still rages outside.

The ship’s power fluctuates with every blow from turbo lasers and ion cannons and you have limited time to complete your mission. The Collective regiment typically onboard is currently deployed, but ship security is fully staffed and some elements of the regiment may still be onboard. Intel expects Soldiers and Partisans onboard.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Reach the main bridge, face and eliminate Captain Brith Kayle and extract valuable information from the computer core before the fleet destroys the ship.

  • Sabotage path: Reach the primary computer core behind the main bridge, extract the information and set the ship to self-destruct before extracting.

  • Pacifist path: Reach the primary environmental controls on the main bridge, pacify the whole ship with Stun gas before extracting data from the computer core and calling in the cavalry.

Caution: the Captain is accompanied by an unknown number of enemy combatants.

The Phase must end with the bridge secured and the ship either pacified or destroyed. In all but the Revenge path, the Captain’s fate is up to you.


Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser
Aft Hangar Deck

The boom and crash of exploding crates and munitions muted the screech of blaster fire that had immediately preceded it. The two escorting TIE/sf craft that had fired the shots peeled away, their mission-stage having been completed as the single TIE boarding variant slipped into the hangar amidst the debris of bodies and shipping material. The craft set down at a tactical speed, its nose tipping up expertly so that the pilot could use the repulsors to arrest the ship’s considerable forward momentum. It touched down stern-tips first, gingerly, before settling on the length of its solar paneled wings level.

The iris hatch opened with a hiss of gasses equalizing pressure rapidly and out jumped three Taldryan warriors: A Twi’lek, a Pau’un, and an Umbaran. Vodo Biask Taldrya stood at the head of the party, his lightsaber hilt held at his side as he glanced at his two companions. With pointed nod of his head at Nihilus the Umbaran nodded back wordlessly and ran off to the hangar entrance, dodging through the burning wreckage and detritus now strewn through the hangar.

Vodo glanced over his other shoulder at the Pau’un, a Sith so ancient he was already approaching his 140th birthday at the outbreak of the Clone Wars, “After you, Proconsul.”

“No Master Taldrya, after you”, Quejo’s rasping voice was quiet yet commanded attention.

The Twi’lek heard the thrum of his Apprentice’s lightsaber in the background as a technician screamed his last but he studied the Sith beside him for a few moments longer. He knew of the man, of course, but had little interaction with him. Quejo’s reputation preceded him, certainly, and he couldn’t help but feel some level awe. He tamped down on those feelings quickly though, he wasn’t some pillow-brained Novice any longer. He was a legend of his own sort; a leader of men, a terror to his enemies, and the reason Taldryan had finally risen up against the usurper Colonel Rhylance. Vodo smiled inwardly knowing Quejo was well aware his position was a result of the Old Guard’s actions to restore Taldryan. Perhaps a new ally could be made here today… Perhaps a new asset could be cultivated in the Proconsul.

Vodo dipped his head obsequiously, “It would be my honor.”

The two of them reached the hangar’s primary entrance where Nihilus awaited them, a body laying dismembered and decapitated a short ways away. From behind the obsidian black facemask of his armored helmet the Umbaran Savant said, “We don’t have long. Up four levels, all the way to the fore of the ship. We’ll find him there.”

“The data as well. That’s our primary goal”, Quejo swept past the Twi’lek cyborg’s Apprentice dismissively into the primary access passageway.

Left standing at the blastdoor’s threshold Vodo ignored the silent, faceless stare of Nihilus’s black facemask, “You remember what we discussed.”

It was a statement, not so much a question but the Umbaran nodded before turning and following. Taking one last look at the ruined hangar Vodo turned and entered the ship proper as well.

<<Attention, Attention! The ship has been boarded. Security Personnel to their battlestations.>>

The shipboard address system cut out as they caught up to Quejo who murmured more to himself than anyone else, “That would be Captain Kayle.”

“We’ll have him screaming in some language that isn’t Rodese soon enough. A holovid for the Board of Directors to watch”, Nihilus placed a datapad back on his belt, “Come, we have to move quickly.”


“I hate Rodians,” grimaced the ‘Ancient One’ as he strode forward and tuned his hearing to his surroundings. Even with ear covers, Quejo could hear what most could not.

Nihlus and his master mirrored the Pau’an’s footsteps as the painfully awkward walk to the turbolift became a light jog. The mission was simple enough on the datapad briefing, however, the Proconsul was wise and knew that most missions weren’t going to pan out as planned.

Claxons blared and a monotone voice filled the corridors as the trio slowed.

“Hold” Quejo snapped. “There’s a lot of fear here. I can feel it.”

The black mask of Nihlus shifted to Vodo before re-aligning with his superior.

Sh…” The Twi’lek hissed. “Let’s see what he can do.” He whispered, eager in his own right to witness the carnage that could unfold in that moment.


Static energy tickled the Proconsul’s skin as he craned his neck towards an adjacent door and with a snarl to his companions, flicked his wrist to open it.

Inside was a group of Cadets, caught during their scrambling reaction as they foolishly reached for their weapons.

This wouldn’t take long…

With the speed of an Nexu, Quejo slipped inside and brought with him, conjured darkness.

“Oh this is going to be good.” Came the muffled voice of the Umbaran.

The statement was met with a grin from the Son of Taldrya and immediately, the projected light from a volley of blaster fire was met by two red blades that danced in the veil.

“There he is, get him” they shouted, but each bold command was snuffed by their screams of agony.

“I’m amused.” Scoffed Vodo as his mind’s-eye picked up on a possibly fatal distraction. With a flick of his left wrist he aimed his two pointed fingers at the door next to him and then flicked his head in the direction of the turbolift at the end of the corridor.

“Already on it," came Nihlus’ reply. He too had picked up on the same cue as his master, and was already positioning himself as the door slid open.

“You’ve made a big mistake!” Said a rather large and armored Human with a disposition of steel. The man stepped through the doors with authority, introduced himself, “Name’s Kruk” and with precision swept his vibro-axe at a now lunging Nihlus.

The Umbaran growled as he was forced to change the angle of his blade and directed it through the incoming weapon; shocked that it was in fact parried.

“Interesting” Thought Nihlus.

“Well what have we here?” Quejo spoke as he hesitantly but dutifully stepped back into the light.

Nihlus shifted his footing and twisted to deflect Kruk’s follow-up. The beastly Human was a Jedi-killer, that could be seen in his stance and by the assortment of Lightsaber hilts which hung from his waist. Nihlus backed towards Vodo. He was no fool, the Umbaran was privy to his game. Yet, caution and observation was the better option for their current situation.

Collective forces pushed through, guns drawn, all following their leader. Kruk had no fear and rebuked the Force. His awareness spoke volumes as he corralled his men.

“Fall back, behind me!” He shouted. “These vassals of the Force are nothing compared to the Collective’s might.” He mocked as he readied his weapon.

“They are no match for us!” Vodo roared as he ripped his Lightsaber from his waist, tired of the theatrics.

“Your soul will belong to me, Kruk” sneered Quejo.


Quejo reached out with the Force before all out-conflict started between the two groups, tapping into the minds of those much weaker than Kruk. The Warlord worked quickly to project fear into their minds and their souls to destabilize their resolve, a sinister grin accompanied by sharp teeth forming across his face.

The effect on the Collective forces in the vicinity was immediately noticeable, as a few blaster barrels wavered and several shifted.

“Cover fire!” bellowed an unaffected Kruk as he took three large strides towards his foes, sweeping the vibro-ax towards the three Force-users in another precise swing. Nihlus narrowly avoided the attack, curving his body backwards and to the left as the tip of the blade whipped past his viewplate. Biask similarly avoided the strike, the servos in his vicious reverse-articulated legs pushing him quickly out of harm’s way. The Pau’an Proconsul was the only one to stand his ground for Kruk’s swing, the Force erupting like a volcano into his arms as both ends of his combined lightsaber hilt activated with a destructive snap-hiss.

Quejo drove one end of his weapon into the vibro-ax, the blade of his weapon being parried again once again by Kruk’s vibro-ax. As the two weapons collided, the arms and hands holding them shuddering with the force that had been applied. Blaster fire ripped throughout the metallic corridor of the modified Dreadnaught-class cruiser from a few of the Liberation Front men as a few executed Kruk’s order to fire.

The remaining Taldryan combatants took up a defense against the oncoming volley of fire, with Vexrii’s orange blades and the Twilek’s ruby one dispatching the bolts of superheated plasma with coordinated precision. A couple of the bolts were redirected back towards the defending soldiers, striking two of Kruk’s entourage and evening the field slightly.

Both Quejo and Kruk disengaged the stiff parry and backed off, readying for another strike. As the Warlord swept his custom weapon backwards in both hands, he twisted the right side of the hilt to separate the weapon into two halves. The Sith quickly launched another assault to catch the armored human off guard, bringing both blades to bear, but again Kruk’s reflexes defended the Jedi-killer well as he caught both blades on the end of his weapon.

The interior lights of the cruiser briefly went out as it suffered a serious strike from Brotherhood forces, leaving the only illumination in the room the glows from lightsaber blades and blaster fire.

Quejo snarled, his anger flaring twice-fold as the ruby energy blade of the Taldrya accompanying him pierced through the side of Kruk’s torso. As the man’s internals were shredded and cauterized by the pure energy, the formidable warrior’s life immediately ended. The ruby blade disengaged quickly as Vodo carried his momentum forward and raised a half-closed hand to the one of the lesser men - reaching out as as he gripped the man by the throat and ripped him into the air violently, neck snapping with a ripple of cracks.

The Pau’an immediately rejoined the conflict with pure rage filling his body, executing several blade disengagements with his two blades to rip through the enemy combatants defences and sever the life force from their bodies. The three Force-sensitives unleashed a slaughter on the remainder of the troops in the corridor, sparring none as the Akan occasionally shuddered.

With the small defense group dispatched, the Taldryan Equites carried on in the execution of Captain Kaye - making their way throughout the upper levels with less resistance as word of their ferocity spread through the cruiser and the protection around the bridge increasingly grew.

Once the three Dark Jedi had reached the command deck via turbolift, they turned their collective abilities and focus solely to the bridge. The cruiser shook violently; requiring each of them of steady themselves as the cruiser’s interior lighting system failed indefinitely and power to most of the ship was lost temporarily, plunging the limping Dreadnaught into darkness.

“Yeeesss,” hissed Quejo, the first to proceed from the turbolift area towards the next corridor where the defended bridge awaited their arrival. Soon the Brotherhood would have it’s sweet revenge. All five lightsabers were deactivated as they approached their target destination, helping to provide the oncoming attack some cover.

Around the corner a concentrated group of over two dozen soldiers with weapons drawn awaited their arrival in near darkness, dull illumination being provided by those who had an available glow-rod to toss down the corridor. The metallic clanking of Biask’s clawed feet slamming against the floor panels grew louder and louder, before stopping abruptly what sounded like a short distance away.

Anticipation and impatience grew among the men, as they awaited an onslaught of radiant energy blades upon them. None came. Another moment went by, before one of the men looked at his brother-in-arms beside him.

“Are they coming?” he whispered. It was at that moment that a dark silhouette came swiftly into view, unleashing several sharp metallic disks from the dark lanvaroks worn on his wrists as he reached behind to pull the Sith Sword from his back. Three of the four disks found their intended targets, managing to strike direct flesh and inflicting an inhibiting poison.

“Now you die,” the Savant cursed, rushing forward as a cloud of darkness crept around the corner and blocked out any remaining illumination. A flurry of strikes came moments later as Nihlus dragged his blade across the bodies of his enemies in a ruthless fashion, the light from blaster fire drowning in Quejo’s darkness. Both Warlords entered the battle moments later, their weapons activating with a snap-hiss and striking with immense proficiency as the group dispatched the contingent of soldiers defending the exterior blast door to the bridge.

Only the objective and his defenses remained.


Ignoring the klaxon of the ship’s general alarm Vodo stepped up to the blast door to the bridge. It was a heavy piece of durasteel designed primarily to protect the armored nerve center of the ship’s command from the dangers of sudden depressurization. It served a secondary function as a means of stopping a boarding party from reaching that same nerve center but on a vessel this old it only barely fulfilled that role. Vodo only momentarily considered carving their way in, plunging all of their lightsabers in and making a way through amidst molten slag and super-heated fumes. Even if the blastdoor didn’t measure up to those found on the latest generation of warships it would still take them precious minutes they did not have.

Stepping up alongside the Twi’lek Warlord the Proconsul said, “Brute force is not always the most efficient means of solving a problem.”

“I’m of the same mind”, Vodo responded lowly, “You pull to the right, I’ll take the left. Nilihus–”

“I’ve got it”, the armor-clad man responded, already anticipating his role.

The three Taldryans grew quiet in concentration amongst the bodies of the recently deceased guards and the shuddering of the warship as it absorbed fire from the Iron Throne’s onslaught. At first there was nothing to show for their efforts but the groan of stressed metal showed that it was paying off. Slowly a gap formed along the diagonal break in the first layer of blast doors revealing the secondary barrier behind it also just beginning to crack open. It started as a low growl and then became a roar as Vodo bellowed. His anger and fury surged as he sensed their victory lay near at hand. Rallying to his swelling presence Quejo and Nihilus found a second wind and the blast doors careened back into their recesses leaving the bridge bare before them.

Captain Kayle was ready for them. The crimson brilliance of blaster fire showered the three Taldryans. Vodo’s saber was a whirlwind as he twirled it defensively before him. He redirected bolts into the deck and bulkheads, a lucky few finding crew and terminals to terminate in. Similarly the other Warlord and the armor-clad Nihilus defended themselves.


Quejo, Nihlus, and Vodo all pushed forward as the torrent of blaster fire continued to hail upon them, engaging the enemy Collective forces on the bridge. The Umbaran was the first to go to the offense with both lightsabers in hand, his brutal cold and metallic demeanor enhanced by the aura of fear being projected by his Proconsul.

As Vexrii came within his blades’ range of his first victim, his unpredictability in lightsaber combat took over. The armored man brought the lightsaber in his right hand down into the barrel of the soldier’s weapon, rendering it useless as he pulled his left saber’s blade through the man’s hip to his torso and split the man’s body in two.

“Captain Kaye!” bellowed Quejo and Vodo in near unison, surprising even themselves as each took a few steps forward together in pure awkwardness. With lightsabers in hand, the two Warlords carved their own way through the soldiers protecting the objective at the fore of the bridge while Nihlus headed for the closest undamaged command terminal.

The Akan had suffered extensive damage this far, with the shields hitting critical levels and the multiple missile barrages issued to the modified Dreadnaught-class cruiser by the navy commanded by the Iron Throme beginning to pierce part of the vessel’s hull. Mere moments remained before catastrophic failure. One officer by a console pressed the evacuation button, the klaxons changing to a dull whine.

The vessel’s captain stood at the fore as the two Warlords decimated his defenses and approached like a raging inferno engulfing a dry forest. He pulled his sidearm from it’s holster, but the weapon was immediately ripped out of his hand and pulled to Vodo’s as the pale Twi’lek sensed his intentions in the Force. Almost immediately after, Quejo took a large pace forward as he threw both separated lightsaber hilts into Kaye’s torso, falling to his knees as the weapons were pulled back a split moment later.

The captain fell to the floor lifelessly, but the carnage did not stop there with the Sith seeking to eliminate any other presence on the bridge. Nihlus had fought his way to the intended console, leveling his hand to the terminals keypad and typing furiously as he executed several vital commands. Half way through the operation, the Dark Jedi placed his datapad on the console and attached the data-cable, beginning the capture of vital Collective intelligence for distribution across the Advanced Inquisitorius Network.

“Nihlus, lets go!” called Vodo as he separated Kaye’s head from his body and made his way to the bridge’s exit. Quejo had already departed the bridge, ensuring the path to the turbolift was clear for the rest of the party.

Remember what we discussed.

The Techweaver quickly finished his command execution and data capture for the Inquisitorius, unplugging his datapad and following swiftly on his master’s heels as the Force flowed through his body and into his legs, allowing them to push harder and faster.

Back on the console viewscreen, Nihlus’ final commands finished executing. A small window opened.

… Executing commands…
… Overriding escape pod protocols …
… Venting all escape pods …
… Venting all airlocks in 3:00 …
… 2:59 …
… 2:58 …

The three Taldryans regrouped at the turbolift, where the Ancient One had been awaiting their arrival to press the button for the hangar deck. As the lift moved swiftly downward, the rage for vengeance that had fueled their crusade began to subside.

“Steer clear of the escape pods,” murmured the armor-clad Sith Engineer from beneath his helmet as the lift neared the hangar deck mere moments later. Vodo grinned as his senses filled with the deaths of those seeking escape through the vessel’s life pods.

The group of Force users proceeded mostly unhindered from the turbolift throughout the hangar deck to the TIE/br boarding shuttle that still awaited them. They had locked it’s controls upon exit to prevent any unauthorized usage and ensure passage off the vessel unless they should come back to find it destroyed. The modified Dreadnaught-class cruiser shook once more as the three Taldryans boarded the TIE craft.

Nihlus immediately sat down in the pilots seat while the Pau’an and Twi’lek secured themselves, flicking the crash webbing over his shoulders as his gloved fingers began flicking switches violently. He entered the security access code to unlock the controls as another explosion rocked the Akan, this time directly in hangar bay.

As the roof began to collapse on the rest of the craft and personnel remaining in the hangar, the Umbaran threw maximum power to the repulsorlift engines to push the boarding craft off the hangar floor quickly. He cut them sharply once several meters up, activating the twin-ion sublight engines and sending the vessel rocketing forth without skipping a beat.

The TIE/br variant twisted and churned side to side as Vexrii avoided falling debris from the top of the hangar, Vodo and Quejo gripping tightly to ensure they did not lose their balance. Just as the shuttle left the hangar bay, Biask turned his attention to the exterior of the burning Dreadnaught to see the exterior airlocks open and bodies flood from the interior of the vessel into the vacuum of space.


This Phase lasts from October 29th until November the 11th (two (2) weeks)

Request from the organizers: Please add a note to the top of the next post which path your team will choose in this Phase. Thank you.

Phase II objectives

Your team left the dreadnought Akan with information that, together with the data analysed by Clans and the Inquisitorius, has lead your to the Meridian Prime space station, a fortress, correctional facility and space dock floating in interstellar space just off the Wild Space boundary. Already under attack by Clan and Dark Council forces, dogfights light up the blackness around the behemoth, and intel suggests the shields and defenses have not yet been weakened enough for a full-scale naval assault. The station is on full alert and firefights have already started as skirmishes between Collective troops and Brotherhood assault teams pepper its three massive hangar bays.

The station houses civilian and enemy personnel, including a correctional facility that holds hundreds of Brotherhood prisoners of war, both Non-Force users and Force users alike. The prison has an isolated security system, its own power generator and life-support. Intel suggests that the prison is managed by a powerful AI (artificial intelligence) controlling the Dioxis security system, many defense blaster turrets, ray shields and a large complement of Imperial Sentry Droids acting as guards, controlled by the prison warden. The interior of the prison itself is pumped with a thin mist of Dioxis gas, preventing escape and anarchy.

You have been dropped off on the lower decks via boarding pod.

Breath masks are provided for this mission, should your team require them. Any Possessions item that prevents inhaling of poisonous gas will be effective as well.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Reach the correctional facility and eliminate prison warden Rutgar-4. Caution is advised as there are Imperial Sentry Droids defending him.

  • Sabotage path: Reach the prison’s AI core to recycle the life support and free the prisoners. Prepare for a riot as many prisoners are powerful Force Users and Non-Force Users.

  • Pacifist path: Reach the prison’s AI core and disable the security systems to allow incoming Brotherhood troops to secure the facility.

The phase must end with the prison facility secured, one way or another. In all but the Revenge path, the prison warden’s fate is up to you.

Relevant character sheets:

  • CS: Rutgar-4
  • Since there are no character sheets for droids, participants will use the Possessions i9tem page as reference: Imperial Sentry Droids
  • See the station wiki for other possible adversaries

Boarding Pod 1-Aleph
Meridian Prime Security Cordon
Kessel Sector

Eighteen beings went through their final preparations aboard the cramped pod. In reality it was nothing much more than a small life sustaining habitat, some thrusters, and a cutting apparatus to bore through a ship’s armored hull and deposit it’s lethal cargo. Launched from an assault ship it lacked much in the way of creature comforts as any given ride wasn’t expected to last very long. Infact, speed was about the only defense the Boarding Pod offered as it lacked any sort of armor or shielding. Frell, it lacked even a pilot or a droid brain. It was pointed at a target, fired, and any minor maneuvering adjustments required were handled by a very simple computer lest any EM radiation gave away their position.

Fifteen armored heads in matching Kraytskin II helmets went over their final preparations. They checked the seals and joints of the man in front them, verifying at the last second that everything was in order. They went over their blasters, checking that they were loaded and off-safe. Their dull grey armor was remarked only by the crimson, blue, and amethyst of the Clan Taldryan crest on one shoulder and the dull-bronze sigil of the 1st Infantry Regiment on the other. Their uniformity was broken by thee three Force Users standing nearest to the pod’s fore.

Vodo could feel the contained excitement and anxiety of the professional troopers, the brooding Proconsul to his left, and the focus of the Umbaran to his right. Studying his Apprentice momentarily he realized the man had proven himself far more capable and loyal than any of his past students and should they survive this war what he might do to reward Nihlus. The thought vanished as the dark cabin was illuminated by a red warning light.

“30 seconds, Gents”, the Sergeant announced, “Comm check.”

The Troopers sounded off in quick succession followed by Nihlus, Vodo, and finally wizened Proconsul, “Check.”

The light remained red for long seconds when abruptly it turned amber and the pod rocked gently as it contacted the hull of the station and the noises of the cutting apparatus went to work. The light blinked three times and after the third it turned green. The airlock at the ship’s fore hissed open revealing the interior of Meridian Prime. The section of troopers spilled from the pod into the well lit corridor. Leading off before them a short ways it branched off to both the left and right as well, a team of five Troopers taking positions in each direction as the three Taldryans conferred.

“We’re right on target, Correctional Level”, Nihlus placed his datapad back on his belt.
Behind his armored helmet his face was hidden, Vodo hated staring at his reflection in its mirror-like black mask, “Good. We’ll rendezvous at the core. You both know what to do.”

Quejo said nothing but Vodo caught the glimmer of a half-veiled smirk on the Pau’an’s thin mouth as he turned. Each man claimed one of the five-trooper fireteams, lead by a Corporal, and headed down one of the corridor’s branches. Time was against them; this facility was supposed well defended and overseen by a omniscient AI core. Behind his rebreathing mask Vodo could see the faint green wisps of the Dioxis gas he was promised would be present.

“Sergeant,” the soldier at the lead of his team lifted a casual finger to the brow of his helmet in a salute to Vodo and began issuing commands.


“Proceed with caution.” Quejo warned with his muffled voice. The Meridian was a rarity and the Force screamed to him. He expected resistance, he was just unsure of where in their timeline it would rear its head. He reached out and could feel the humming of electronics and with superb hearing picked up on droid chatter.

“Lockdown sequence engaged.” Came the audible AI network. “Welcome…” The female voice added.

Quejo sneered as he watched his comrades slipping away with a purpose which matched his own agenda. The Pau’an closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his breath mask before releasing the filtered oxygen with a hiss intertwined with words.

“Corporal, I will not be outsmarted by a machine. Get me through that door. We need to secure the life support systems and core.” He commanded.

“Yes sir! Right away!” He saluted. “Ensign, your dossier shows you have adept slicing skills,” he barked, “Get us inside. Now.”

“Roger…” The technician replied, slipping an encrypted datapad from his utility belt as he approached the door.

“Bare in mind Corporal. We aren’t alone.” The Proconsul added, flicking his gangly index finger to the open corridors to his left. “Secure our position. Let no one through.”

With a quick nod, the Corporal waved his hand and with a stern gesture commanded his men to create a ‘lockdown’ of their own.

Numbers flashed in sequence as the technician feverishly hacked into the system.

“Just a little bit longer.” He spoke as sweat rolled down his covered face.

“We haven’t got the time!” The Corporal shouted as a small group of droids clanked down the hall arming their weapons.

“Sir!” Another soldier added. “Orders!”

“Leave them to me…” Quejo growled and with an outstretched hand called to one of his hilts. Flowing through the stream of energy, the Ancient One’s lightsaber would heed the call of its Master as it nestled in his firm embrace.

With a flash of light a red blade sparked to life as Quejo bound forward, deflecting incoming blaster fire before unleashing with a vengeful flurry that cleanly sliced through three droids; with his other hand he sent the remaining droid into the bulkhead and disengaged his weapon seamlessly.

“Nihlus, Vodo.” Quejo spat through his commlink. “We have company.”


This Phase lasts from November 12th until November the 19th (one (1) week)

Request from the organizers: Please add a note to the top of the next post which path your team will choose in this Phase. Thank you.

Phase III objectives

The Brotherhood advances. What started as sporadic fighting in the major hangar bays of Meridian has turned into an all-out battle on all decks. Spurred by your team’s success in the prison, your Clan forces have come to support you and issue new orders for your team.

Daggo Mouk, one of the leaders of the Collective and the Guildmaster of the Technocratic Guild, has been confirmed on the station. With him he has a potent Technocratic Artifact that, if whisked away, would threaten the position of the Brotherhood in future engagements.

Daggo’s last known position was in the command center, however we have been having trouble following his movements. Wherever he is on the station, he would not leave the artifact unattended. The return of the artifact to Brotherhood hands is of absolute strategic value.

Your team has been tasked to complete one of the following objectives in limited time (you may complete only one (1) objective):

  • Revenge path: Confront and eliminate Daggo Mouk. Have no mercy.

  • Sabotage path: Sabotage the Collective’s future plans by stealing the artifact by any means necessary.

  • Pacifist path: Capture Daggo Mouk for interrogation and trial.

The phase must end with the artifact retrieved. Daggo’s fate is open-ended and up to you.

Relevant character sheets: