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Faction Skynara Pirates, and Thanks for All the Credits - RTL Dominion of Skynara (RTL and Friends)



Skynara had recently seen an uptick in traffic through its spaceports. Most logged themselves as tourists while it was plain to the dock workers that they were far from mere tourists. The credits however were good, and documentation passed through the customs checks without much notice of issue.

Save for the concerned parties that existed within the ruling body at the quiet reports that had passed across their screens and desks.

The local policing force has had to pull overtime with the increase in criminal acts disguised as tourists on an otherwise peaceful planet. The ill received visitors leaving a varied sort of mess in their wake as they passed through. Bodies, illicit goods, scorned citizens, and a number of other issues that had seen the inboxes of political figures flooded with holomails of increasingly upset and concerned citizens of all sorts.

What made them take action however was the rumblings of the businesses withdrawing their store fronts if the issue of civil unrest were left as they were. A quick plan was put forth, as reports of the Rimward Trade League contesting the pirate presence in their own territory brought about a possible plan to not only secure their skies but also their pocket books.

A message was sent to a private galactic citizen that the officials had already dealt with prior. Extending an invitation to the Corporate Executive Niki Priddy to act as a mediating participant for a meeting of business possible interest in joining the growing body of connected governments in the Rim. Skynara plays host to the meeting, and awaits those interested parties coming to meet them.

The Minister of Defense is noted chief among the other Ministers for his eagerness to learn how the League plans to deal with the ongoing threat of Privateers. The Ministry Cabinet varies on their feelings of the League and their standard of operation. As a whole, they are curious, some cautious, and a few are plainly eager to welcome the League.

It is known to both the League and the Skynara Ministry that their Mediator, Niki Priddy has great personal interest in the success of this meeting.

A notice has beeb delivered to the Trade League, with Niki Priddy arriving on Skynara to mediate negotiations between the two parties. With additional alerts to those interested parties within the League to the potential need to cooperate with the local investigators. Tasked with following leads that might shed light on where further privateer and other illegal freelance parties might be staging their activities. As well as helping solve a few cases with some outside insight on a murder, and a potential kidnapping.


Objective 1
Down To Business

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An invitation sent to the League Members from Niki Priddy acting as an intermediary on behalf of Skynara has been filtered through the proper channels.

Interested parties in negotiating for a slice of the pie to the alluring end of the Five Veils Hyperlane Route are welcome. Aid the League in welcoming Skynara to their ranks, or act in your own self interest to secure potentially lucrative deals on the Tourist Planet. The proceedings will be overseen by Niki Priddy to assure both parties that a mutually beneficial agreement can be reached.

Disruptions to the proceedings will be dealt with accordingly.

Objective 2
Proper Channels

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Pirates and other shady characters have been pushed through the Tourist Hotspot due to recent engagements with the League forces elsewhere in space. With the Sith presence to the South to be avoided, and the Hyperlane Route available for a quick getaway, Skynara became a hotbed for their activities.

Whether a last hurrah by the Pirates before heading further out of the thinning line between the League and Sith spaces, or simply believing opportunities were present, their continued presence on Skynara threatens the everyday life of the planet's citizens.

The heavy reliance on tourism from the Hyperlane Route has the local authorities worried, and seeking help in finding the dens of the pirates and other troubling beings. Work to find information, locations, and identify potential threats to the continued peace of the civilians. Due to the ongoing negotiations however, the authorities have asked those working alongside them to not engage in combat. If a League member breaks this request without reason such as self defense or the interest of preventing harm to a civilian, it could spell disaster for the ongoing negotiations.

Objective 3
Bring Your Own Objective

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Skynara plays host to a number of music halls for various species, galleries for the arts from a plethora of cultures, and hosts a wide variety of cuisine found in the Outer Rim. Whether meeting friends, new acquaintances, or dealing with personal business, Skynara awaits with a swath of available services and businesses to suit your needs.

Just mind the locals. They are getting agitated with the sudden rise in violent and otherwise illicit incidents happening on their planet.

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Location: Skynara - Government Meeting Room, Capital City
Equipment: PGEM-EA, Tinfoil Hat Band, Absorbelt
Weapons: The Klaive
Accessories: Force Warning Pendant on Keyring, Dasmi's Pendant, Coal Nail Polish, Transition Prescription Glasses
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
NPC Matthew: Phase II Haywire Armor, PGEM/MWP-001 - Assault Rifle Config
Tags: Rimward Trade League Members
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The Tourist had arrived earlier in the week, bringing Niki in along with her associate Matthew. The Corellian acting once more as her bodyguard, and meeting with the Ministry along with completing his own round of background checks and clearances for bringing a weapon to the meeting that was to take place.

The Ministry's own security team working alongside the former Marine to clarify avenues of exit, identity entry points and possible places of interest to retreat to and fortify in case of the worst. A passing thought to notify Dominik Borra Dominik Borra about requesting his presence instead of Matthew passing her mind as Niki slid through the pages on her datapad to go over the bullet points she had made to go over with the meeting.

She wouldn't be doing much of the talking, but wanted to make clear the required itinerary the Ministers had to keep everyone moving along and on point.

Sitting at the head of the large u-shaped table, she was leaned back waiting for the members to assemble proper before entering the room.

Matthew stood well behind her by several meters but plainly visible, weapon on a single point sling and at his waist for the time being as he rested his arms, holding onto his armor harness collar. A deep sigh from the man pulling her from her scrolling.

"What?" Barely pulling her eyes away from the screen to address him. Her glasses on instead of using her augmented eyes for the time being. The bright amber glow likely to put everyone on edge rather than at ease.

"You ever get tired of-" Waving a hand at the conference room. "This?" The tables lined glasses and carafes of water along with other potential beverages for those that would be attending as Niki let her eyes wander briefly before swiveling in her seat to stare at him.

The business suit she wore mostly appropriate aside from only the knitted cap and partial glove she wore.

"Mm. Meetings like this happen often enough in my own boardrooms. This one just... happens to be with a planetary government and a governing body of another conglomerate of systems. No big deal." The slightest hint of sarcasm in her tone as she sat up straight in the chair, throwing a smirk his way as she waved a hand. "Seriously though. This meeting needs to go well since it'll affect more than just a handful of parts on Queyta."

Even behind the helmet, she could see the frown form on his face. He always tilted his head to the left a bit when he gave her that exasperated stare.

"So long as nobody needs a bap, I think we'll do alright." His laugh partially static as she shook her head and spun back to the table.

"It comes to that and I'll be more worried about the Ministry cutting us off their end of the Five Veils for inviting the League." Leaning back into the chair once more as the Ministry began to file in and take their seats along the table.

Light conversations happening as they awaited the sign to begin the meeting, giving ample time for the League officials to arrive.

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Objective II - Hornets Nest

"There," Bashir said, the human woman pointing out of the viewport towards wreck of ancient frigate. "You can't see them, but they are there."

Rharrk closed his eyes, pulsing out a ring of energy. It radiated outwards until it was absorbed by living creatures, he counted no more than few hundred and a dozen more scattered throughout the graveyard.

But it was not that which interested him, no. That was reserved for the vortex at the frigates heart. A black hole that dragged his energies into it.

"I sense them, a few hundred. Too many for a direct assault." He purred in a calm and melodic voice. He wore a black hood, his obsidian beak reaching out from the void. The peculiar chain-link cloak folded over his lap.

"No need," Bashir said, nodding their head towards the incoming patrol. "I tipped off local security teams."

They moved under the cover of darkness, likely hoping to evade any defences.

"I understand Pyeth and other Rimward peacekeepers are involved."

Bashir scowled, "It was beyond our control," she explained, "Rimward has been proactively pushing into the territories, and the Jedi Coalition has taken the opportunity to clamp down on pirates and smugglers selling Sith artefacts to the Sith Order."

"Do not fret. We can turn this to our advantage. Where is Madea?"

Bashir pulled up a holographic map, a single yellow dot blipped silently. "Looks like she is on patrol."

"Good," Rharrk leaned forward, "Inform her of the incoming threat, have her fire flares, give our friend a warm welcome."

"I thought you needed him alive?"

"Eostre's champion will not fall so easily, we need only buy ourselves the time necessary to retrieve the asset."

Bashir nodded, and pulled up the comms.

If all went to plan, the patrol would be pinned and bogged down. Simultaneously drawing out the pirates from the frigate.
 
Objective 2
Tags: Rharrk Zaltli Rharrk Zaltli

Vaux sat in the cockpit of the Tal'galaar, turbos whining from the engines as she flew and kept sight for any pirate activity. She mostly just had to look for anything shady going on, then land and take a look. She took a few breaths, checking her scanner again as she made some manual adjustments. She started to prep to land near one of the patrols, setting her comms as she spoke up.

"Guess it should've been obvious these shebse wouldn't be out in the open, but playing eye in the sky was worth a shot. But I've got a particle shotgun and pistol with their names on it." She then looked back as she opened the cockpit and eyed her droid. "Come on, VK. We need to catch up with the patrol." The droid rattled a bit as he got out of his slot on the fighter, following the pilot as she moved to meet anyone else patrolling.
 

Saram Kote

Strill Securities Al'verde

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Verd'yc Mir'adir
Friendly Units:
Tag(s): Rharrk Zaltli Rharrk Zaltli | Vaux Gred Vaux Gred

Equipment


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Davaab squad, Pirate Base, close-in reconnaissance

Her buir had warned her that most of mercenary work was chasing after pirates and slavers. She was mostly right. Mostly. Saram had spent more than a reasonable part of her career fighting everything but. Still, pirates and slavers still made up the majority of her contracted time. All but a few years of it spent in the employ of Strill Securities. Their work with the Rimward Trade League for the most part had been spent chasing down pirates and slavers as well.

Said scum were always less than inclined to stay in one place once it became apparent that in a contest of strength they were done for, so naturally they had fled as the net closed in. Saram and Davaab had traced this particular bunch to Skynara fairly recently. Problem was that the local authorities were less than keen to kick the nest it seemed, and even less keen to have off-worlders doing the same. Saram could sympathize with what she presumed were their reasons, but she hadn't the wherewithal to let that sympathy get in the way of her job.

That said, she was content to wait for the moment to let them incriminate themselves, thereby justifying use of force as per the locals' terms, for the time being. Failing that, there was a plan in the works to bait them into opening fire first. So for the moment they waited, armor stealth systems keeping them safe from detection as they watched the patrol patterns for when they could swoop in and strike. Idle chatter broke the monotony of extended observation till a new blip showed up on the tactical map, drawing momentary silence from the commandos of Davaab squad.

The blip was a starship that had been picked up by Galaar 1-1's powerful sensor suite. They'd all seen countless insertions before that they didn't need to be told by Rav that this was precisely what the incoming craft was doing. Rav, knowing this full and well, spared them the same. "Two more. Not running friendly IFFs," chimed in Viraen, her squad's marksman. Thanks to the wonders of networked fused sensor systems, Saram saw them on her tactical display long before her own armor recognized them.

"Taylir," she whispered in her mic. "This might be just we're looking for." For a brief moment Saram wondered who the two new arrivals were. Independent contractors more than likely. They weren't with the RTL, that much she was willing to bet her very significant paycheck on.

"Hive of activity on the local security net, looks like they're scrambling in our direction," chimed in Jaing, her squad's technician, who was patched in to their gunships communications suite and using the same to keep tabs on the local security forces. Saram highly doubted that the locals had found out about this place on their own, someone had to have tipped them off. Only question was who? Not that it mattered to their operation, just that it was an unanswered question that brought unnecessary variables and as a result unnecessary complications.

"Heads up, we've got another inbound signature. Friendly IFF. Looks like one of Clan Gred's designs," chimed in Rav over comms. Saram could see the marker overlaid on her HUD as she watched the fighter come in and land. It's sole occupant stepped out, seemingly unaware of where she was. "The haran is she doing? Those pirates are going to light her up!"

"Oh to haran with it. Galaar 1-1, the moment those pirates open up, make us a hole then keep their heads down. Start jammimg any channel that's mot ours, the RTL's or the locals," snapped Saram. Not even waiting for an acknowledgement, she tried to raise the newcomer ( Vaux Gred Vaux Gred ) over helmet to helmet laser comms, "Vod, those aren't ours." She didn't waste time introducing herself. Her transponder ident would have identified her as a member of Strill Securities. For now, that was good enough.

Her HUD showed her the various anti-security blades integrated into their armor coming to life as the gunship's comm systems began jamming comm and hyperwave signals as instructed. With any luck, this would keep that patrol from letting their friends know that they had company, of course, that was operating under the vain hope that they hadn't picked up the Clan Gred fighting prior to this. Ordinarily she didn't put much stock in pure, blind, dumb luck, but just this once she was hoping it was on their side.

Ordinarily, odds like this wouldn't bother her, but things were fixing to be very messy the way they were progressing, and messy was something they could ill-afford at the moment.

 
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"All right, Sir, you're good to go. Thank you very much for your patience." Django exited the man's ship back into the Cadwell's Gold, notifying his pilot, Jun Pierce, to undock.

<This one was clear?> Jun replied. <Seemed rather shady to me.>

<Some spacers just aren't people persons. Can't fault them for that. He was clear. At least as far as I could tell.>

<Well, if they're good enough to smuggle stuff right under your nose, maybe they deserve to get away with it. Wouldn't mind a little more action though.>

Django switched off the comlink as he entered the cockpit. "We don't need any trouble. We're here to make sure everything goes smoothly during those negotiations. If anything does happen, we handle it quickly and quietly. A simple arrest is all well and good, but we don't need any dogfights. That would be a heap of trouble, during and afterward."

Jun just nodded. "Got another freighter to check, Captain."

"Hail him."

"Aye, Captain."



TAGS: OPEN
 

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Location: Skynara - Government Meeting Room, Capital City
Equipment: PGEM-EA, Tinfoil Hat Band, Absorbelt
Weapons: The Klaive
Accessories: Force Warning Pendant on Keyring, Dasmi's Pendant, Coal Nail Polish, Transition Prescription Glasses
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
NPC Matthew: Phase II Haywire Armor, PGEM/MWP-001 - Assault Rifle Config
Tags: Rimward Trade League Members
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The doors opened, a familiar figure from Susevfi appearing ahead of a small gathering of officials gathered from the other systems that had aligned itself with the interests of the Trade League.

"Finally." Matthew gave the tiniest shake of his head as the gathered diplomats invited themselves inside. The slight squint from Niki eliciting an apologetic frown from Susevfi's Diplomat.

"We arrived earlier, but, lost track of time during an art demonstration." The man had come close enough to speak low, giving a glance to the Leage members that arranged themselves opposite the Ministry, and were brought into the existing conversations. A handful of measuring looks when a joke fell flat, or the punchline jumped ahead of the phrasing.

"If you would take your seat please." Her prompt kept pleasant as the man excused himself, taking the nearest seat on the right hand of the room as the two groups looked between themselves.

"If you have any personal devices, I would ask that you please set them to silent. Barring an emergency of course." Not quite making an example of it with her own datapad. Matthew shifted into his best comfortable stance as the members murmured and fiddled with their various tech under her watchful glances.

The silence that formed only lasted a few seconds as Niki rose, clearing her throat and placing her palms against the table.

"Good will and greetings to everyone. You all may already have made my acquaintance before this meeting. For those of you unaware, I am Niki Priddy. Chief Executive Officer of Priddy General Engineering And Manufacturing." A slight nod to the Minister of Defense of Skynara, and the Susevfi Diplomat before presenting a hand to the Ministry.

"Defense Minister Obram, you have the floor." Niki ceded the floor to the Ministry first, hoping to give the League Members time to formulate their responses as the Minister stood with a shallow bow to the League Members.

His opening statement addressing not only the existing threat of the pirates that had been chased into their system, but the looming threat of the Sith along with the rising tensions in the Core.

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Skynara
Objective I


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Skynara was a lot of things to a lot of people, but Councilor Denno had her own interests in coming to the busiest world on the Five Veils.

First, a partnership with the Skynaran Ministry would be a massive economic success for her own world, Kabal. Second, and perhaps selfishly, Aerin was the public face and majority partner of Green Jewels, a manufacturing conglomerate that would benefit immensely from a location on Skynara.

Aerin shuffled into the ministry chamber with the other League representatives, a holopad in one hand and a closed-lid cup of hot stimcaf in the other. She was hopeless without it, no matter what any of her colleagues might say.

The following minutes were laced with head nods, handshakes, and plenty of ‘hi’s,’ ‘hello’s,’ and ‘yes, Kabal has lots of oceans.

But soon enough, Aerin was seated and reviewing her notes. Import and export proposals for Kabal on one page, mutual defense pacts on the next, and a manufacturing contract for Green Jewels on the third. The Councilor smiled calmly to herself, leaning back now to hear the Minister’s opening statement.

All she could hear were ways in which Kabal could not only help Skynara, but benefit as well.


Tags: Niki Priddy Niki Priddy | Open

 
Objective 2
Tags: Rharrk Zaltli Rharrk Zaltli Saram Kote Saram Kote

Vaux heard the signal come in, stopping in place as her hand slowly lowered to her custom Trayc'kal and the hilt of an electro-whip, which left one more hilt hanging from her belt. "Oh osik...." This was why she preferred space, or the sky, or an open karking field. A lot easier to know where you're supposed to land. She eyed VK, quickly speaking in Concordian Mando'a. <"Get ready to run bud. I might've just dropped us in the middle of trouble."> The droid whipped its head-saucer around, letting a surprised beep. <"Yeah I hope the jammers were enough too, but that's usually just to keep off missile locks. Tal'galaar isn't a frakking Blackbird Viper."> She'd pulled the pair of weapons, looking around and trying to be ready for anything. Typical Gred flight armor. Light weight. The basics. Protect the vitals and allow better movement. Worked with pistols and blades, but admittedly Vaux wouldn't've minded some of the better toys in her HUD right about now. Bare bones thermal, flash protection, and some monitoring displays.

"Hey, vod. In plain basic how frakked am I right now?"
 








Location: Skynera
Objective: Proper Channels
Ambience: X
Tags: Vaux Gred Vaux Gred | Saram Kote Saram Kote | Rharrk Zaltli Rharrk Zaltli | Azure Rose Azure Rose

Notable Equipment:
Pyeth's Lightsaber
Pyeth's Spear
Alashgaan

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Indistinct radio chatter fed into Pyeth's commlink, fading into the static background of the universe. He recoiled and pulled the headset from his ear - the others in his company nodded and switched to internal channels. "Appears comms are being scrambled. You think it was that ship that came in?"

Pyeth clicked his beak in frustration and motioned for the patrol to prepare themselves. Powerpacks hummed to life, and personal shields buzzed against the air. He glanced at the comms officer, "Can you ping Davaab squad and request a visual on the starship? Advise Blackcat while you are at it."

<Blackcat-two-niner. Radio check.>

Hopefully, heavier-duty high-grain comms could still penetrate the static. If not, they would be alone until communications could be re-established. Thankfully, these weren't Sith Commandos they were dealing with, and while he had no doubt Pirates were better shots than your typical civilian, most lacked the gunfire discipline to prove a significant threat. What they did have was numbers, and they didn't come with a fighting force. Pyeth's ear tufts twitched, three pings of metal upon metal from the south. His head swivelled, his natural night vision picking up on the reflection of several figures in the moonlight.

"Sargeant, our position is exposed," Pyeth warned, and the officer scowled, silently motioning the squadron forward. The comms officer hastily slung his equipment over his back and joined the advance. Suddenly, his hand twitched, and the blade of his lightsaber hummed to life; the pale green blade reflected from the pools of stagnant water. "Move! Move!" Pyeth commanded

The sunburst of white light blinded him, a dozen bolts flaring from the barrel of the E-Web that opened upon them. Soresu saved him, deflecting shots wildly that punched into the durasteel that surrounded them. The force guided his movements, but every deflection sent shockwaves through his arms and into his shoulder. It wasn't sustainable.

Thankfully, he was right about their gunfire discipline as more shots ate small craters into the dirt and the barrel burned hot. A few of his squadron returned fire in a fool-hearted attempt to suppress and relieve him. Then he sensed others open up, firing not at him but at the squad: their medic, comms, and the sergeant.

He realised they were happy to keep him suppressed, allowing the riflemen to pick their targets. Those were not tactics he expected from pirates, Sith Commando's maybe. But pirates?

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