Operation ENDLESS FREEDOM
Target: Rendili. All of it.
Assets: The AMRD, Chart’s prisoners, panache
Method:
The following is mostly extrapolated data, based on what is publicly available at space school, privately available in classified Alliance mission reports, and from what “Ben” revealed to my agents last turn. Yeah, he turned out to be evil and whatnot, but I figure that he’d be telling us information that’s more or less legitimate, at the least because he would want us to summon more like him. (And because I don’t think Sid would say these things in the report if he didn’t want us following up on it.)

Any way . . . it’s a matter of knowledge by those in the know that there are things that exist beyond the knowledge of mortal sapients - Fulcrum’s reports of force deities, the nihilistic Charon of Otherspace, the Omnipotent Bedlam Spirits – Tilotny, the Inscrutable Ap, Cold Danda Sin – encountered by Princess Organa. On Mimban, and on Korriban, archaeologists speak of the Typhojem (or Pogojema), a “tentacled, blood-soaked abomination, squat with clawed wings.” The Killik hives and the natives of Endor speak of Gorog, the Night Herald, slavemistress, and scarab of darkness. Scattered reports coming from the territory of Hethrir seem to correspond to one of the myths reported by our agents who engaged the Charon – “Ooradryl [is] a cunning, leech-like monstrosity of indeterminate substance, clothed in iridescent scales that form a cyclopean geometric cube.”

These aren’t all. The Lady of the Locust Heart – known also as the Scorekeeper, Abeloth, the Vain Goddess Onrai, and the Pius Dea deity – is common on unconnected worlds as a presence worshipped by malignant cults. The first heresiarchs of the Jedi were led by Xendor, a Jedi who himself worshiped that dark deity in it’s time. These deities are clearly entities of great power, great strength, who could prove a valuable asset to our side. If tamed.

Yet there’s only one we can use. The Soulworm, If I may quote:

“The primary deity in this linked trinity is the Soulworm. Also translated "Eternal Burrower," it has been seen in cuneiform descriptions from worlds as remote as Leritor, Ch'hodos, Alashan, Dathomir, Seoul 5, and others, referencing a deity sometimes called El’Shuddem or “the charnel god,” a loathsome carrion worm of cyclopean proportions. The Soulworm is depicted in various forms, at times with single or multiple heads, anterior tentacles and terrible faces feeding off the vitals of its sacrifices piled in a great heap around it. The Soulworm was a creature of such jealousy and evil that it was transformed and banished to a life of torment at the center of the galaxy before it devoured itself for all time. Legend depicts it as a sensory vampire feeding off negative emotions and the suffering of others. It is said to have birthed the various creatures called pale squirmers and numerous giant annelids and aschelminths populating the planets of this galaxy. “

In the dieing days of the Pius Dea crusades, a group of Jedi sided with the mad zealots, and in exchange were exiled by the Jedi Order. Their leader himself was punished for his acts by being severed from the living force, an act which drove him mad. Returning to the Exile’s citadel on Garn, the leader of the now dubbed ‘Order of the Terrible Glare’ took the name Rur. He communed with creatures, known as Rozzum, (the aliens that Hissa fought in his backstory), who were likely servitors of the Soulworm,
Rur’s vizier fled in horror, alerting the Jedi to the actions of the mad exile. The actual quote is cool enough that I want to reproduce it in it’s entirety:

“A new war had begun. United by a banner of resentment and hate, the Order of the Terrible Glare learned to use their combined powers to create vast Shadow Domes, great pockets of darkness blotting out the light side of the Force for miles around. Within these vaulted canopies, defiled towers had been erected, and into them loathsome forms came to dwell. Rur had crossed a line from which he could never return. Once he had warned us of nameless beings seeking to come from beyond; now he welcomed them! Through proscribed rites and caliginous lore, he and his followers were taught shadow powers by shadow beings from an outside realm. The whisperings of the Rozzum, those atavistic, abhorrent armies of pale squirmers and unmentionable things had seduced and corrupted his mind. Other beings were reported tpp. horrific winged, biting creatures out of dark legend that roared and chanted incessantly to their obscene, lost gods. But the Rozzum did the bidding of the Shamans, for they were trained to hunt down, slay and devour Jedi in preparation for the greater war to come.
 The Vindicators had been too proud and arrogant to think they could be defeated, convinced as they were that the Force was on their side, forgetting that the Force sides with life. Into the ghoul-haunted lands of the Shadow Domes the Vindicators were lured and there they were met with a flood of consuming hatred emanating from the tenebrous armies of the Order. It was then that the Shamans sprang the soul-snares, ancient crystal shards that held evil opaque prisms with the power to transfer the mind and life-essence of a Jedi, ripping it from the destroyed body and imprisoning it. But it was the way in which Rur procured them that froze the Vindicators’ blood, for the soul-snares were not simply discovered or made. They were brought through the dark threshold as gifts!
 At last, the Jedi Grand Masters arrived on Garn. Blood and madness exploded upon the stygian wastelands of Garn, as both sides were decimated. It was described as the most egregious, monstrous battle the Jedi had yet fought, a holocaust of madness, carnage and devastation that went on for months, costing the lives of thousands of Jedi and renegades on both sides.
The Rozzum scurried back to those shuttered dens of eldritch chaos, the atramentous lands where stalk things that should not be. We shut the portal and sealed it for all time, glimpsing only briefly that strange and ghastly expanse on the other side. Many of the soul-snares could not be found, and the land was too dangerous for even the Jedi to remain there searching. Garn has been since decreed a forbidden world, and we turned our faces back to the stars we know.”

We have documentary evidence that repeating such a act is possible, even for non-force users., from logs of a ship found in the Elrood Sector, lost some fifty years ago.

If I may quote:

“My one mistake was in going back for the book. It is surely a thing of evil, but at the time, I thought only that I deserved some kind of payment for the ordeal I’d endured, and I esteemed the book’s value in the hundreds of thousands. It was stupid. I should have just run, especially when I discovered I could now read the words when I turned the pages; in fact, I had to read them!
 In it was a tale of the ancient gods who usurped the indolent Celestials, and gave the first races power and weapons. In exchange, the gods demanded their help to rid the galaxy of the jealous Celestials, for which they would be made kings. The races battled one another, and the gods were pleased. But they were betrayed by a demon who cast them into the Outer Places. Soon, they will return.
 Without wanting to, I recited the blasphemous incantations for summoning the avatar of the void-horrors, the pestilence that walks in gloom, the Soulworm. Blood was required; and more, the effervescence of pain.
 And there was my picture in the book, my face screaming in terror! The creatures, the hideous grinning horrors, were feeding upon me!
 Scanners indicate that nebulous forms are approaching the ship. A thing moved past the viewport, a winged creature with a wide-mouthed face of sharp teeth… Oh no! They're inside now! They’ve come for me, the emissaries of El’Shuddem!
 A carrion stench permeates even into the hidden recesses of this hold. I hear shuffling in the corridors beyond.
 Gah! It calls to me from beyond! I can see it in my waking eyes now as in the nightmare vision, beckoning me to come forth, to fulfil my role.
 There is no escape. It knows where I hide. It calls and I must obey! Immense, twisting coils pulsating in deepest space. The void-horror has come! Laughter in the dark portal! The Soulworm!”

As such, we will recreate the rituals of the Pius Dea on a grand scale. Far advance of the main Republic advance, a strike team will take a transport and a light freighter into the Rendili system, nearing the planet as close as we can without engaging the defense fleet of the world. Reading the “blasphemous incantations,” in a sight unseen for millennia, a Shadow Dome will be  formed, an extant connection between our world and one near ours, to the Night Realm, to Otherspace.

As the dome forms, and the creation to Otherspace is formed, we will sacrifice en masse the prisoners that Chart provided. (Though we’d only be killing the ones with semi-decent excuses why they should be killed, as not to annoy MonMon.) The Force Demon, the pale squirmer, the Soulworm, will emerge to consume, like a moth to a flame, the world, the fleet, and the superweapons being built in orbit.

Once the entity has been unleashed, and Rendili consumed in it’s maw, we will detonate the hyperdrive on the transport we arrived in. Our agents in Otherspace were able to break a connection between Otherspace and our reality with a similar act, and by doing so we will sever it’s connection to reality.

Tl;dr – sacrifice a bunch of ‘war criminals’ to open a “shadow dome” to release a predatory deity from a dimension adjacent to our own to consume the souls of the defenders of Rendili, and then eat the planet proper.

I said I’d eat a planet. I have a plan.