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Amon Vizsla

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The World of Yurb, a Planet within the Suolriep Sector of the Outer-Rim, whose climate is arid, dry and starved of nutrients. Due to this, one of the major imports is food produce, alongside technology and medicine.

The majority of Yurb’s native populace are the Lervon, however there are also various other sentient species living among them, most notably within the Capital, Edsert City.

 

Orbiting the Yurbian World, are the former Imperial blockade stations that were once used to keep the Planet under Imperial control. Now however, they are controlled by the Yurbian Government and stand as the world’s first defensive line against outside powers whom might otherwise seek to threaten them, as well as homes and a ship repair yard.

 

Due to their past of being blockaded and used as a poaching ground, Yurb hasn’t been the most welcoming or open culture towards outsiders, and most, if not all citizens are ready to fight to keep their world free. Despite this and their history with the Imperials, the people of Yurb are pacifists by nature.

 

Recently, the Razor Tailed Tigers native to the dust pits of Yurb have been the targets of poachers looking to make a quick profit. While the Yurbian authorities have been investigating these incidents, they have also reached out to the Order of the Silver Jedi for assistance in bringing these culprits to justice.

 

 

 

  • Diplomatic Objective: Meet with the Yurbian Representatives of the local Government and discuss the potential inclusion of Yurb coming under the protection of the Order of the Silver Jedi. 

 

  • Objective 2: Investigate and apprehend the suspected poachers trying to capture Razor-Tail Tigers native to Yurb.

 

  • Objective 3: Establish a Silver Jedi Embassy on Yurb, for quick and easy communication between the formerly isolated world, and the Order.

 

  • BYOO: Bring your own objectives. Have fun and explore the Capital City of Yurb.

 

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Objective 2: Apprehend poachers.

 

The dryness in the air was almost enough to cause her skin to crack. After having spent a good portion of the last few months at home Vera had seen very little in the way of a dried up wasteland as much as she had seen vast landscapes of lakes, grass and trees. On approach she had seen the lakes from orbit, upon arrival she had felt the hesitant acceptance of her presence from the locals.

As it turned out, there were more people out there who genuinely cared about animals. Through contacts in the Silver Jedi Order, Vera was able to get herself in on a fairly recent call for help. Rumors of poachers in the area was what had intrigued her. Vera was a hunter herself, but at the very least she understood that there were limits. To hunt was a means for survival, not something done for profit or for fun. The hunter in her wanted to right the wrongs of such greed, and the Jedi in her wanted to see them judged accordingly by the proper authorities. It was a value imprinted upon her from the Jedi Praxeum and one she held onto for better or worse. At this point she followed the cries for help that she heard around the galaxy, judging not the actions of men and kin but that of the animals and critters beneath them. It was a niche field, but one that she had found some luck in establishing herself in.

Yurb, as harsh as it was, deserved better than to see these razor-tigers taken off-world to be locked in cages.

Vera remained seated and waited around the meeting spot to see if anyone else would show up.


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Amon Vizsla

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STRATEGIC INTELLIGENCE OUTPOST YIRT

FIRST ORDER SECURITY BUREAU

U'TEP MOUNTAINS

OPERATION: SANDCASTLE

 

Dorn Company

3rd Battalion

 

The brief was clear - retake the outpost, clear out all hostile targets. STO Yirt laid in a location within a slope of the U'tep Mountains of the planet Yurb. The only way one would even find it was if they were lost...or had acquired intelligence pinpointing its location. It served as an outpost for FOSB operations within Silver Jedi space.

 

Engraved into the slope itself, it was incredibly hard to make it out for anything more than cave formations from nearby distance. Its elevated position gave it a strategic advantage to fend off an assault which could only come from below. The arid nature of the planet gave barely any cover for any advancing forces and the Rangers, while lying low, still stood out in the open.

 

Two machine guns dotted the entrance to the outpost and were already firing upon the ranger company. Portable shields were being hammered and their longevity wouldn't last much longer against the heavy pummeling of the heavy blaster fire coming from above.

 

"Typho! We are hardly covering any ground this way, I need to get us in the quickest way possible or we all die here stripped of glory." Amon barked at the military intelligence officer of the battalion. Both were lying low sharing a portable shield while debris rained upon them. "Have your scouts found anything of use?"

 

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Edited by Amon Vizsla, 12 August 2019 - 07:31 AM.


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Sylas Taff

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Objective 2: Get into trouble  Setup Silver Jedi Embassy

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With: Frost Onyx Wolfs

 

Sylas would be hanging off part of one of the I beams within the construction site as a droid continued it's pathway. He looked around from his upside down level where he could see both Garth and Susakel stressing each other out about his health from where he was hanging. He poked his tounge out at the two. "Well are you guys coming up or are you just gonna whine about were I am hanging all day." They both gave him a glare at his comment as he continued teasing them.

 

Asahu and Thoremas were chasing each other up the scaffolding and were way more likely than sylas to fall or hurt themselves but they always seemed to catch themselves before that point but that could also because sylas could see dawn quietly manipulating to make sure they couldn't simple things like a little more air time or hands finding holdings that they really shouldn't have. He smirk at watching that but he trusted his team to keep each other safe. Besides they had little better to do with the droids being the main builders of the site.


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BYOO: //RIP da Bois\\

 

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"Yurb. Yurb. Yurrrb", it was so hilarious! and it wouldn't take long before someone was annoyed with her.

 

Thora craned her neck looking up at the big structure that was her destiny. It was easy to climb, at least to this part, the over grown grass and other stuff helped her very much to get this far. Although a steep climb, she knuckled down on knees and scraped with her hands scurrying up the side of the building. Thora didn't like their metal buildings, so cold and unwelcoming, and no character about them, not like at home.

 

Once standing on a grass knoll, she looked up with hands on hips contemplating her next move. This was going to be the tricky bit, the vines or whatever they were would help get to the ruined flat thing. It didn't really look safe, but when was anything safe! Adults were very good at telling you what was safe and what wasn't and she had a feeling they would not approve. Of course that only made her want to climb it more.

 

The wind didn't help much, it made the building creak and rusted bits of metal on the flat thing, thump and clang some even flew off. Time was of the essence it appeared as the whole place might collapse and she wanted to get to the top before that happened.Now was the time to conquer the Yurb Metal Mountain!

 

She launched herself onto the vegetation growing up from the grassy that had entwined the upper structure and began her ascent. 


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Objective 2: Apprehend Poachers, Byoo: Befriend any Razor-Tailed Tigers Seth meets along the way.

Seth was down right agitated when news reached him of poachers on a planet named Yurb. As such it didn't take him long. To gather his gear. Grab his Stretefesh hound allies. Then borrow a ship to make his way to the dry and arrid planet to settle some scores. Really, he might of even been borderline furious at the matter. Though his curiousity towards Razor-Tailed tigers curbed some of that frustration.

Seth was sitting in the pilot chair of the transport. Dressed in a charcoal grey hooded robe and black pants. Concealing his lightsabers, and shoto amoungst his attire in various locations. He scowled as a ruckus caught his ears and he glanced backwards for a moment. To discover two of his hounds. Quillin his hyper active pup, and Ferro his.. Well one of his more interesting companions to say the least. Were busy rough housing each other by wrestling about.

"Elena, could you do something about those two." Seth instructed. Trying to keep the half hearted nature of his request concealed. So, it was more or less clear instruction. Seth wouldn't of minded the act of them wrestling about. He was pretty sure it was just play. Though it was risking damaging the ship some, and Seth didn't want to explain the property damages. He had been stressing for a ship of his own to mitigate such happenings. Though it was a work in progress.

After a moment presumably Elena. Got up and stretched her front two paws outwards. Clearly operating on her own schedule. The female hound with brown and cobalt blue furr wandered over to the two wrestling siblings of her's. Began to draw the force around her. As Seth picked up on the flowing energies. Then with a clear solid bark. Sent her two brothers tumbling away from one another. Ferro was the first one up shaking out his furr. Then with a somewhat bow towards Elena he turned off and headed to another section of the ship. Quellin got up gave a few shakes of his furr, then began to chase his tail.

Elena made her way back to the side of Seth's chair. While Seth focused his attention towards the nearing planet. "Good girl." Seth praised. To which he recieved a warning growl. Seth glanced over and frowned. Elena seemed pleased with herself. So, ignoring Seth she turned and laid down and began cleaning herself. More training was due in the near future it seemed.

Seth focused his full attention on engaging the landing sequences for the ship. While he entered the planets atmosphere. Then once reaching the surface. Got up from his seat and began to depart the groubded craft. Seth gave Elena a few scratches behind her ear. To which she seemed more favorable towards. Considering it didn't seem to have to do with any orders. Before he looked to her. "Please keep things in good shape for my return. As much as I'd like to bring you all along. You still need some more lessons, and I'm not sure how the tigers might react to other predators in their territory." Seth expressed to Elena. Whom he swore rolled her eyes st him.. If canines could do such a thing.

Seth got off the ship and closed it up. He was sure his pups would be fine. Despite being called pups they still were relatively sizeable. Just not exactly full grown yet. Seth began to set off to the gathering point to meet up with Verana and whomever else joined the hunt. To bring rightful justice to these poachers.. Honestly, if Seth found an opportunity to claim defense in his work, and a few poachers met untimely demises. He wouldn't be too hurt by that scenario either.

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Ura Iolar

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Objective: Diplo, meeting old friends.

Location: Orbit

 

This was great! This new Deathseed was just incredible! Better shielding and the gyro was smoother. That wasn't why she was here though. She did the Lervonian version of taking a breath as she saw her home. Yurb, the Glasser Stations, the Storm-Bringer, and the Y-TIEs and Deathseeds. It was great to see. She then heard the bark of Ger'Off, who was in his own little pen with a life support system. Ura smiled and patted his pen. "Yes boy. We're home." She was then surprised by a Y-TIE rolling over her.

 

"Ura? Is that you?

 

"Commander Hrilar? Long time no see!"

 

"I hope the Jedi have treated you well."

 

"They have sir. I'm actually here on a diplomatic mission for them."

 

"Well, good luck, and you best visit Yearda and Oredis too. Bet they like to see ya again, Oredis specially." And awkward embarrassment showed through the Force around Ura with how Hrilar called out Oredis from the twins, garnering a chuckle from her old mentor. "I have to get back on task. Good luck."

 

"Th-thanks." And with that, the new Deathseed darted into the atmosphere, and landed in one of the landing areas. She wondered if anyone would be joining her on this little diplomatic venture, so she waited for a bit. Until then, she got her pet out of his box.

Objective 2:

Around the place that the team chasing the poachers would be meeting, a herd of Rougarou walked up, letting out their usual bleats and eating the dry desert vegetation. The Lervon had given them the information they know, but it wasn't much.

 

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Edited by Ura Iolar, 12 August 2019 - 08:50 AM.

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Kenth Typho

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STRATEGIC INTELLIGENCE OUTPOST YIRT
FIRST ORDER SECURITY BUREAU
U'TEP MOUNTAINS
OPERATION: SANDCASTLE

It was more luck than competence that got them here.

With the First Order shattered in the Unknown Regions, its Security Bureau had gone to ground. Some regrouped back at command, others went rogue, but a handful? They kept operating in quiet. Whoever had set up this cell? Had been good. Discipline high, morale.... average and that said a lot when your homeland was invaded by gorram lizards. Outpost Yirt had been steadily funneling money into the criminal underworld at the borders of the Silver Jedi Order.

 

Paying off desperate Hutt Lords, outlaws and mercenaries.

 

Keep them flush. Focused. Hostile to their neighboring nation. It was difficult to get them to talk, obviously, but eventually some cracked. Leaked one arm of the logistics that moved cash one way and intelligence the other. 

 

Eventually the Rangers managed to track it to the source.

 

Or what they believed the source to be anyway. 

 

U'tep Mountains. Gorram mud smidgen on a map with no known cities, ports or discernible landmarks of any kind. It was perfect. None of that mattered right now though. Not to Typho, Vizsla or any others being pinned the feth down by hostile fire. That was the difference. Intelligence work was nice and pretty. You sat in the office, had a martini and just sorted through information feeds. 

 

Here? You were in the muck and grime. "Yeah, but you won't like it, LT!" He shouted over a blast. It shook the ground, covering them in dust. Kenth ducked down even deeper. Enough to kiss the dirt and thank it. "Those fethers dug tunnels throughout the mountain." 

 

Before Vizsla could get too happy though-

 

"Sanitation tunnels, Vizsla. That's where their crap and piss runs through, before disappearing into the blue blue river nearby."

Amon Vizsla | Nita Quez | Allura Kahli


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Jessica Med-Beq

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Objective 1: Diplomacy

Location: Orbit

Allies: Verana Ura Iolar Seth Brackson

 

Perhaps Yurb was more of a diplomatic mission of the variety she was able to do on Bimmisaari, Chandaar or even attempt on Toydaria. Or on some planet she wanted to ascertain their corruption status beforehand. Just that it was important for the local residents of Yurb to make sure the Jedi still cared about their welfare, and any discussion of such would begin with their external needs, and whether it was best for the desert world to obtain the infrastructure to address their needs on-site or off-world trade would be the best solution, especially with the resources of the place. Now, with Jessica seemingly having her head in the clouds, it was time for her to get to Yurb to work.


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Allura Kahli

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STRATEGIC INTELLIGENCE OUTPOST YIRT
FIRST ORDER SECURITY BUREAU
U'TEP MOUNTAINS
OPERATION: SANDCASTLE

 

Entrenched enemy position in a fortified bunker on an uphill slope with only one way to assault it. What was worse, their forces were already on that slope with two machine gun embankments trained on their position. To say this was a cluster would be putting it mildly. There was no avoiding the sweep of the guns and gaining precious seconds for them repositioning. Their forces had hauled ass and come light as a result so there was no air support -- or rather, no one wanted air support because the outpost was meant to be taken intact. Which left only two options: eat a blaster bolt, or find another way in.

 

A stub of a cigarra rolled between the light pink lips of a figure standing further down slope. Pale eyes surveyed the potential site of a massacre even as the hail of light and energy flung by.

 

Lieutenant Vizla and Intelligence Officer Typho seemed to be in the middle of a strategy meeting. Under fire. The Captain hated to break up their huddle while under enemy fire, but the black soles of her boots started her up the path in their direction. The cigarra was flicked off to the side without another thought before she secured her helmet in place. Thing hadn't even been lit. Bold flavor though. Would have been bit lit, but now wasn't the time for smelling like burnt herbs.

 

"Plan on tackling the latrine?" the Captain declared as she neared and dropped down behind their cover. "You're braver men than I. Me," her transparent faceplate stared up at the machine gun positions, "I'd prefer to shake Death's hand."

 

The Umbaran stood there dressed in solid black. The helmet was mostly obscured by a hood concealing all but the face. Beneath that a whole body of armorweave with an underlayer or two that helped those that wore it survive grueling blows that might kill other soldiers. On the other hand, some might say such expense dedicated to overwhelming defense was necessary; some even considered the design reckless. What modern armor forewent a host of built-in electronics including entire suites of sensors? Well, the kind that was meant to stab at the enemy's heart before they even knew there was a blade.

 

With her right hand held out and behind her, another soldier dropped the strap to an explosive satchel in the open palm. "Hide our approach along two paths. Then blow them into the netherworld."

 

White eyes turned toward Typho then, "Ever wanted to find out what those things sound like up close and personal?" Was there a hint of a smile to her lips? No, must have been a shadow cast by a bolt flying overhead.

 

If they thought she was joking, all they had to do was remain silent and let things play out. Kahli was quite receptive to alternatives, however. Even the sewers if the Intelligence Officer really believed that was their way inside. Be hell to clean afterward, but that's why they wore sealed suits. Well, most of them anyway. Probably best to leave those without behind -- no point securing victory only to suffer debilitating injury or die from infection later. It'd also be a bad decision to turn down actionable intelligence, so Kahli was willing to weigh both Amon's and Typho's next words carefully. One way or another they were moving out as their effectiveness of their cover would begin to bottom out.

 

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STRATEGIC INTELLIGENCE OUTPOST YIRT

FIRST ORDER SECURITY BUREAU

U'TEP MOUNTAINS

OPERATION: SANDCASTLE

 

Dorn Company

3rd Battalion

 

The pounding continued digging further more into the shields and the ground before them. Debris shot up like fireworks and were it not for the internal vocalizers of their helmets, Amon doubted they'd hear each other. Whatever heavy blaster guns the First Order were using - they were extremely loud.

 

"Walk through chit, Typho?" the Mandalorian slowly perched his head up at the intelligence officer who was probably shrugging with his face beneath the helmet.

 

Just as Amon contemplated the idea another figured moved in to their crouched position behind the shield wall. Dressed in a delicate and flexible looking armor, Vizsla's HUD made her out as a military intelligence captain. He vaguely recalled there would be further elements of intelligence in this operation, other than Battalion's attached mil. intel officer - Kenth Typho. It made sense - they were storming a hostile intelligence base of operations. No wonder they'd want to get their hands first on anything there. The lieutenant wasn't really happy with that. Typho was one thing - he was as much soldier as the rest of them here despite his S-2 designation.

 

But the confident lady that just showed up as subtle as an assassin? Captain Kahli, as his HUD identified her, was intelligence through and through.

 

She threw down her own suggestion and gave what looked like a smile at Typho, or was it the reflection of a blaster bolt landing nearby?

 

"A lot of these men are replacements of those lost on the Terror Australis during the Battle of Azure." Amon stated after a moment of contemplating both the options. He could shake Death's hand. Lately, he'd been shaking it quite often and as a Mandalorian - it came by birth. But most of the soldiers here were rookies, a few had some previous experience in tackling pirates and others were firing their gun for the first time away from a practice range.

 

Chit sounded the safer bet, albeit the less glorious one.

 

For a second he wondered what his father would've done.

 

"We are going through the chit tunnels." the lieutenant said with a decisive tone and carried on orders of movement to the platoons' sergeants of the Dorn Company. "We will take point, Typho. Lead the way."

 

Before they would move out, he turned his helmet at Captain Kahli.

"Captain, I'd rather you join us taking the point rather than standing to the side." Amon said. Infantry were not going to be the cannon fodder. "Let's move."

 

 

 

 

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Objective 3: Establish a Silver Jedi Embassy on Yurb, for quick and easy communication between the formerly isolated world, and the Order.

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With: Chip.

 

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For the most part, the construction of the facility soon to be the functioning Silver Jedi Embassy on Yurb had completed the exterior shape of the building and roof, yet the interior still required a great deal of work, as did the surrounding property. Unlike his young Padawan, Sylas Taff, Veiere on the other hand had been busy at work alongside the laborer's that had been hired for the task.

 

Rolling about the floor coming towards the Jedi Master, Chip whirled in excitement as it seemed Veiere had an incoming call. "Again?..." Veiere groaned, rolling his eyes and stepping away from the table with a bit of a hitch in his step as he turned to face the growing apparition of Doctor Hale, one of the Silver Order's medical practitioners with the Silver Circle.

 

"Hello Veiere..." Maddison Hale greeted him, looking none too enthused.

 

"Doctor Hale, what do I owe the pleasure?" Veiere smiled through his teeth, though struggled to hide ache's of his body as he did his best impression of a man of healthy composure.

 

"Don't give me that. I specifically instructed you to take some time off. I believe my words were 'Two weeks bed rest, followed by an additional week of relaxation'. Being the kind and compassionate Doctor that I am, I thought I'd check up on my latest patient, only to find that he's volunteered for an assignment on Yurb...".

 

"Well...-I mean, what can I say..." Veiere began...

 

"You can agree to return to Kashyyyk before I declare you medically unfit for duty, Master Arenais" Maddison threatened.

 

"Oh...-Of course. You're right, Doc..." Veiere replied hastily, though his right hand signalled to Chip to cut the comm' call, remaining low as if she wouldn't see it over the holo-call; "I'll return at the earliest convenience...".

 

"Veiere. I can see you..." Maddison reminded him, "I know what y-...".

 

"Sorry Doc, I'm losing you. I'll call you ba-..." Veiere's words faded as Chip gave a whirl signalling the end of the holo-transmission. "Ugh, that woman's relentless..." Veiere exclaimed under his breath, soon moving to take a seat beside the table that he'd been looking over the blueprints for the facility. He grimaced whilst moving to take to the seat, an added wince as pain shot up through his torso and he was forced to curse under his breath in frustration. He couldn't fault his doctor for caring, but despite the injuries he had taken from the battle on Azure, priorities such as the embassy weren't going to build themselves whilst he sat back on Kashyyyk twiddling his thumbs and gaining weight like an old man.


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Objective 2 - Anti-Poachin'

 

The outskirts of town was a quiet place. Beyond the gates one could see a landscape of sand and dust. The warmth distorted the road ahead in a wavy sway. Though her cloak had come off before she had even left the skin, the heat was still just a little too much for Verana. She brought her waterskin to her lips and took a gentle sip before she lowered it again.

Someone was approaching her. Tall, seemed masculine in how he moved around. Force user from what Vera could tell of his aura. He came closer and going out on a limb she was willing to assume that this was someone who worked with the Silver Jedi Order. Her trust wasn’t hard to gain, Vera stood from her leaning position and waved over at the man.

“I take it you’re part of the team sent by the Silver Jedi.” She said and placed her hands firmly on her hips. “I am Verana. The Jedi Praxeum sent me.”

And then, Vera looked behind the man as if expecting to see more people.

“You… Were sent alone? For this?” She said and perked her brow. “Or are we merely waiting for everyone else?”


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Objective: Dismantling Poaching Operations, Befriend Native Razor-Tailed Tigers

Allies: Jessica Med-Beq , Verana

Seth's attention upon approach briefly caught the motions of the fellow member of his order. Well, at least a fellow jedi by her introduction. He could sense that similar energies flowed through her, like himself. Different in it's own rights, though unmistakable towards what it was. Then he glanced over to study the bleating herd of Rougarou which decided the two force users made for decent company. Whatever there reasoning was.

Seth turned his focus back to the woman. Then gave a slight bow. "Apologies for my delayed response. In regards to your latter question. As far as I am aware I am alone in my arrival, unless you count my canine unit on my ship.. Though I am not sure they're ready for field operations quite yet. In response to your former question. I am a part of the order of The Silver Jedi. My name is Seth." He quickly made up for his hesitation to respond.

Seth looked around the area. Noting that aside from the critters who were contently grazing on what vegetation the ground provided. Verana did have a point. Two of them was not necessarily an ideal hunting party. Though if they had to make use of two, so be it. It'd increase the likely hood they'd just need to deal with the poachers on the spot, opposed to dragging them in. While it could be done. Seth doubted the two of them could force a group of trained poachers to lay down arms, and come peacefully. He even begrudgingly would have to admit he in ways preferred the throw down first, ask for peace later approach. Though he'd do his best to keep his emotions in check and give the individuals in question a chance.

"Would you prefer we wait another moment in hopes another joins us, or shall we depart?" Seth asked while he trained his sea green eyes on Verana. He felt it was considerate to allow her to place her say. Considering she was the first amoungst them on the scene. Unless you counted the Rougarou. Unfortunately, Seth figured asking them would be counter productive.

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Ura Iolar

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Ura sat there, waiting for anyone to show up before hearing someone come up. The young Lervon turned to see a Jedi Master, or at least she felt like one, walking around. Ura approached, speaking with her usual monotone, but still having her somewhat guilty embarrassment showing through the Force. 

 

"Hello, Master. Are you here to assist with the diplomatic side of this mission?"


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Jessica Med-Beq

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Objective 1: Diplomacy

Location: Orbit

Allies: Ura Iolar

 

"Yes, but I would probably like more information about the current situation down there, as well as any resources or threats they may be facing, please. If there are indications that one party may have withheld information that could be essential to resolve the issue, it was then that you need to gently inform all parties of how releasing that information fit, if known"

 

Diplomatic work was often a question of information, and leveraging it: acting in good faith often required all parties involved to have access to vital information regarding the issues at hand. She knew information asymmetry can be dangerous in this arena. Now, it was time to deal with this issue with the Lervon padawan that was also assigned to the mission. She could feel the padawan would still have much to learn and that she had an opportunity to teach her a few things that matter in diplomatic outings, however embarrassed the padawan could be. Yes, listening to each side while reducing one's personal biases to a minimum was critical here. But if there was one thing she knew about mediation, it was that taking the time to listen to each side often required some preparation beforehand: going in blind to mediate could be a disaster even if the parties were acting in good faith. 

 

"That said, often you will need to compromise when brokering a deal of this nature, no matter how well-prepared you are"



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Syd Celsius

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Arrived in: Scorched Earth (http://starwarsrp.ne...scorched-earth/)

Wearing: 90 Suit (http://starwarsrp.ne...146048-90-suit/)

Armed with: Heliosphere (Curved Hilt Orange Lightsaber)

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Objective: BYOO (Defeat Brain Demon Cultists)


The Dark Side never rested, and neither did Syd.

But she could take no solace in the fact she did not lack for purpose. The whole galaxy was fighting each other. She would never run out of dark siders to kill even if she killed a thousand per day for the rest of her life.

She could take no solace after learning the truth. About herself. About how once, long ago, she had been no different from the ones she put to the torch.

Her life essence, the very thing that held her together, had been pilfered from a murdered Sith Lady, Darth Phyre. Even her appearance was based off her. They had literally torn the flesh and blood from the skeleton in a ritual. As her memories had started to faintly return, the gnawing claw that was her programming compelled her to keep killing Dark Force Users.

Phyre had been an animal, a sadist, cruel and bloodthirsty even by the standards of the Gulag Plague's various fringe warlords and psychopathic Dark Jedi. Her fate had been exactly as cruel as she had lived. It had been exactly as cruel as the deaths Phyre had given out to others. Syd did not regret not being Phyre anymore (Though even this lack of regret struck her at times as awfully convenient to her nature as a weapon, and made her wonder just how prepared the Man in White had been.)

Ever since learning the truth about that evil thing she had once been, Syd had devoted her considerable skills in archeology to investigating the one who had turned her into a weapon. The Man in White really was an enigma...no photos of him without his mask, from what photos of him existed, and those could be counted on one hand. He had never given any hint of his back ground, and Syd had never asked. He was her creator. There had only been obeying him and nothing else. Save the purging of the Bogan worshippers, of course. But there was nothing. The Resistors had died with him.

Since the revelation, Syd did what she often did when uncertain...take care of the dirty jobs for the SJO. With the negotiations in Yurb City taking place Syd had been sent by the SJO to investigate the presence of possible witches and cultists operating in the isolated outskirts of the arid planet, in a deep basin of sand. The Lurvon who had been going into this area had not come out recently. They knew the type of work Syd did. If they had sent her, it meant they suspected someone was going home in an urn. That is, if she even bothered to collect the ashes. (She never did.)

As she prepared aboard her vessel, unboxing a suit she used for specialty cases, she thought on her own coldness and indifference to the fate of whatever Dark Side user was here that warranted a free barbeque: Was that just her getting jaded to the work because of her programming, or was that a holdover of her human persona.

As horrific as what had been done to Phyre was, one could not deny that if they wanted a callous weapon, they could not have chosen a better base for it. It requires a special kind of disposition to be a living flame thrower and not bat an eye at the Sith Lord melting in front of you.

One thing was certain...Syd must find a way to break her programming. If she was to kill, even for a good cause, then it must be her choice.

She didn't want to be Darth Phyre again. That truth, that core from which she had emerged, disgusted and revolted her to no end. But so much was still hazy. It scared her.

Syd hadn't told anyone in the SJO of course. Part of it was a muted fear, the other a muted shame.

The suit she wore as she stepped out was skin tight, almost painted on, its surface highly reflective and almost chromium like, the arms and legs gold in color, the torso, ankles, and forearms navy blue.

The 90 Suit was not something brought out except for significant magic related threats. She had felt it even in orbit. She knew how vulnerable she was to the very thing that made her so powerful. No chances would be taken.

Syd flew through the air, letting the hot, draw temperature nourish her as she gathered strength to face whatever was waiting. She began to see evidence of chunks of partly vitrified sand everywhere, sensed the faint cries of of the beings that had once inhabited the shifting sands being snuffed out and consumed. Syd landed, noting how quiet it was. The air felt hot and dry, pleasantly lacking moisture to her sensibilities.

She felt the darkness everywhere.

Syd walked through lifeless feeling sands, through air that lacked windflow. More chunks of Vitrified Lurvon. Who could have done this--?

She felt the spells hit her, some great ball of red light that hurled her back, tried to rip her life force away. It might have worked, had she been organic. She owed a lot to the suit she wore as well.

Syd floated up, her eyes glowing orange as she spotted her attacker, a middle aged woman with a large main of blond hair, her eyes a sulphur, moldy yellow color. Her skin looked pale and almost like rotting synthskin. She was clad in a tight fitting white combat suit, a jagged black crescent painted onto the midsection and her forehead.

"So pleased you could join us..." The witch hissed softly, almost distantly.

"You won't hold that sentiment long, trust me on that..." Syd muttered, her curved hilt already in hand.

"This world held little for us, admittedly. Even with the remarkable abilities of the locals. Though we have amused ourselves thus far, drinking the life force of the fools who wandered here...it is you we actually wanted to draw the attention of."

"If you wanted a barbecue, you could have just asked..." Syd snapped. Then the symbol on her torso and head caught her attention.

"I thought me and the Resistors wiped all of you out..." Syd growled, bracing for the inevitable.

"The Jedi always think they wipe all of their enemies out. Yet here we are." The witch sneered, pointing at her.

"You have long been a source of fascination to us...a being held together by magic alone...imagine what you could do with that, were you not a Jedi Slave..."

"Can't, unfortunately. But I can imagine what you would do with such a nature. All the more reason to terminate you with extreme fervor." Syd replied, feeling a quiet internal distress at how it was so natural for her to want to kill someone just because they used the darkness.

Her experience with Kahlil Zambrano only added to the disquiet. To think she had been this close to mindlessly murdering him. It repulsed her, how little it would have bothered her, had it gone the other way.

But it would not bother her the way these particular followers of the Bogan were about to bite it.

A shifting in the sands gave away the threat from behind. Syd reversed the position of her hilt, activating the orange blade behind her, impaling a which camouflaging herself with The Force through the chest. Syd didn't even bother looking as her first victim was partly sliced in half by the weight of her own body dragging her down the blade.

"You must have a hideout. Show me where it is and I will spare you and you alone. The others will die." Syd ordered.

The blond witch cackled, producing a curved hilt of her own, a deep red blade snaking out silently, giving no hum.

"Your secrets..." she whispered. "Will be ours. The Cult of The Brain Demon rises in the chaos sown by the other major powers, and we shall not fail to work our will as we did before."

Syd conjured a fireball. "You'll burn, as your sisters did before you, heretic."

The blond witch charged and Syd did as well...
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Nita Quez

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STRATEGIC INTELLIGENCE OUTPOST YIRT
FIRST ORDER SECURITY BUREAU
U'TEP MOUNTAINS
OPERATION: SANDCASTLE

Initial objective: Write report; mull over going in alone.
Next objective: Meet some Rangers.
Tags: Amon Vizsla | Kenth Typho | Allura Kahli

So, shet-tubes weren't what you would expect to run into when being sent to a dustball to collect soil samples, map land, and suss out whether agricultural intervention on the part of her clan in concert with the Silver Assembly's sway on things was viable or even remotely possible. But if they weren't her present reality, Nita wouldn't be huddled between two such tubes, tolerating the stench within considerable reason - you didn't grow up on a farm without shoveling your share of nerf turds, or turkey pellets, or any other kinds of livestock leavings and acquire a solid constitution in the process - and jotting her findings and thoughts with a fire in the movement of her stylus with harsh swipes and heavy taps on the 'pad screen.

Oughta blow the place up.

She pursed her lips at the thought. Yes, she wanted to do more than just bury a knife in the individual responsible for this - she had to shut off the flow - but going in alone might not be the smartest option. The rather heavy machine-gun fire nearby was also telling.

Didn't bring the stuff, though. Motherkarkin' schutta.

She was a little less armed-to-the-teeth than usual, on account of being planetside here solely for agricultural reasons. Didn’t stop her from bringing some things, though. Razor-tails were a fact of life on this nothing world, and she has no interest in being eaten by one. She gnawed on the non-business end of the stylus in annoyance, arms crossed in thought.

Shoulda known better. Why in Manda did I even listen to Rodi?


Edited by Nita Quez, 14 August 2019 - 07:26 PM.

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Noah Gloom

Noah Gloom

    Stalking the Gloom

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Objective: 2 Stop the poachy bois

Tags: Seth BracksonVerana

 

Noah was waiting for his ship that he was onboard to land on planet. He was really starting to dislike ships the more he got stuck on them but he knew it was the only way to get around in this galaxy. Didn't mean it didn't remind him of his cell back when he was locked up by his own people for something that was not entirely his fault. But thankfully mining people don't share criminal records with the galaxy at least not when it falls under superstitious pretences. 

 

The Gloom Warlock they had called him. Summoned a demon to end his family a lot of them said. The force for one wasn't well known in the community and he was sure if they knew about the netherworld and ghost. Well most of them would die at the mere shock of the suggestion of an idea. He had to have a little giggle to himself about that idea. But wasn't that why he was here because he was locked up in jail.

 

Because instead of it breaking him instead he became what was also known as the medic of celestia. Helping people where and when he could often doing a better job of things than the prison staff. Now he was doing the same thing here doing what he could to help where he could. Although he never had a master himself for some reason people decided he should be a knight since he beat a sith and had completed various other tasks.

 

In any case the ship finally landed and as he got off he saw two people already there. He nodded to them both "Apologies on my tardiness I got caught up trying to stem the bleeding of someone who had managed to cut themselves while trying to fix a part of the engine of the drop ship. It took longer than I expected to assist them to a medibay and heal them." He would say meekly. "I don't think I have met either of you. My name is Noah."


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Verana

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Noah Gloom // Seth Brackson

 

A careful hand reached out for the fluffy puppers that had approached them and upon acceptance Vera ran her fingers through their soft fur. She scritched one of them along the neck as Seth spoke. Later or not, the poachers would be caught either today or tomorrow. There was no stressing a good plan, and she figured both of them understood this.

She withdrew her hand from the rougarou and it immediately began to move towards her asking for more. She gave it one last pat before she turned away. She had left Vex in her ship, but he would have loved to check the creatures out. But a snow fox had no place in the desert, and she knew that.

“I think we’re better off waiting for-” She said but found herself cut short by the approach of another man. A healer, had a bit of a situation before arriving. Vera gave him a vague bow to confirm his presence. “I’m Verana, of the Jedi Praxeum.”

Though technically before that, the Silver Jedi. It was a long story. Regardless, Vera would look at the crowd that had gathered and rolled the shoulder she had slung her rifle over. She had always preferred it over her lightsaber, but it was like comparing one kind of fruit to another. It somehow didn’t work.

Glancing out at the open desert she extended her hand towards it as if to beckon the team to get going.

“Don’t know if you read the reports, but we are supposedly half a day’s travel out from where the poachers were last seen.” Vera said as they passed through the gates. “They seem to favor a valley not too far out from one of the other settlements.”

Though to call it a settlement was a bit of a stretch. It was a small village, no bigger then a dozen people.

“I’d say we find a good spot under the shadow of the valley and keep an eye out overnight.” The girl said and then stopped to look at the other. “Unless, of course, you have a better plan.”

“Just remember, they are wanted alive.”
She lied. The details were fussy, but it was personal preference. The line between justice and vengeance was not theirs to cross. “The Yurbian populace will want some faces for who these people are.”


Edited by Verana, 14 August 2019 - 06:13 AM.

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