Dominion Acid Party | First Order Dominion of Solem & Taul

[Resurgent Narrative]

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It was over.​

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The beat kept going, and the bass continued on but Tanileu rested her back up against a few crates and sighed into her mask. The lights continued this way and that illuminating the Taulian night or what passed for night. She would be grateful for when they were on their way out of here, but the job was done and all she could feel outside of the bass, was her pulse. Rapidly beating she finally could feel the sweat beads on her body as they rolled down. Kriffin' Swamp.​

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Adrenaline began to slowly dissipated and as it did so Tanileu was left with more aches and pains that she cared to count. ​

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She pushed herself off the crates and began to walk around, and it was only then that she maybe caught a glimpse of the other team led by Dresden Verbrennung but there wasn't anything more than a small nod of acknowledgment and headed back down the boat, and maybe enjoy the beat, and the sounds of the music as it flowed through the air without remorse for what had occurred.​

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[Fevris Derzelas]

Tagging: Sun-Shin Tae ~ Matt the Radar Tech ~ Jaida Tess ~ Drexel Quinn ~ Vernon Hectis ~ Karisa ~ Kim Dae-Hyun ~ Masayu Kimura

Vernon Hectis about to puke
Kim Dae Hyun bloody nose
Thorne sitting down, as drunk as Thorne can be

Fevris knew this was not the first time that favor was gained by making terrible choices nor would it be the last. Today the honor of the First Order was not defended with blasters or political summits, but by the stubbornness and perseverance of its members. Hopefully it wouldn't cost anyone a kidney.

A gunshot sounded, and the Doctor would have went into alarm had it not been for the cheering that followed after once the people of Solem Tau conceded the win to the First Order. The Bakuran shook her head for a moment, an amused glimmer in her gaze. She soon returned her attention to the matter at hand, and the first imperial to catch her eye was Vernon Hectis, looking positively green and yet with the spirits to continue.

"Now that's enough, Officer," Her tone was not stern at all and held a friendly politeness to it, she was not one to blame anyone for a night of fun. However, her duty was to care for these people and that was what she would do. Had this been on the clock, the story would be much different. She handed him a pill and had the bartender bring a glass of water, her colleagues moving about and beginning their own interventions as they goaded the empire's men and women who were a bit too rough for wear out to the ambulances, ensuring a safe return. One of them approached Vernon too.

The next person did manage to startle the Doctor a bit more. Kim Dae-Hyun with a bloody nose, and a balance that was barely there. Dr. Derzelas gestured for two of FIMS officers to approach the man, make sure his nose wasn't broken and proceeding to escort him out. No one had held back tonight, and apparently everyone had forgotten the importance of a designated driver. Her sapphire gaze then settled on Sun-Shin Tae and a familiar face, Captain Matt the Radar Tech . She would approach both of them as the smelling salts were passed around. "I would not recommend those, not unless you want your head to feel like it was cracked open in the morning." The hangover would already give them more than enough to handle in terms of pain.

Slowly, the bar began to be vacated of those that were more in need of a bed and an aspirin rather than another drink.

 

[Jaida Tess]

Matt the Radar Tech | Sun-Shin Tae | Drexel Quinn | Masayu Kimura | Kim Dae-Hyun | Vernon Hectis | Fevris Derzelas | Karisa
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Jaida was trying her best to gulp down the last of the liquid in her mug, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult to do both as the room was starting to spin, but more importantly her stomach churn.

Please don't let me throw up...

The young pilot closed her eyes for a moment and took some deep breaths. It seemed to help, so she tried again to finish off her drink not wanting to let her fellow fighter jockeys down as they were not only up against the opposition of the Solemites for the is contest but also their own navy comrades. I mean this was a competition within a competition.

The last drop was swallowed and the mug slammed down upon the table, then the blonde looked to her right and left with a smirk... Though that only lasted a smug second as suddenly everything that had gone down was going to come up.

No, no, no...

Jaybird shoved back her chair and bolted out of it, covering her mouth and peering around frantically for a place to vomit...

 

[Kim Dae-Hyun]

DK held his nose, his fingers slick with blood, until the medics came over.

"This sonovabitch," DK said by way of explanation to the medic who was, for some reason, pulling him to his feet. He hooked his thumb at the bartender. "'smy new best friend, actually, but this sonovabitch thought when I said 'himme' and put my glass down he thought it meant I wanted him to himme in the face." He turned halfway, lost his balance and dropped to a knee. The other medic grabbed his other arm and hauled him to his feet.

"Come on now," said the first medic. "Let's get you checked out."

"Not without my new sonovabitch," DK protested. "I mean m'fren."

"He's not coming," the second medic explained. "He's not injured."

DK looked over his shoulder, calling out to the barkeep. "Hey! Whas your name? How'd'I find you after this?"

"Come back to the bar," suggested the barkeep, shrugging with a palms-up movement. "I'll hold on to your wallet until you settle your tab."

"Thiiiiiiiiiis guuuuuuuuuuy!" DK laughed, then went with the medics out to be treated.

 

[Karisa]

Matt the Radar Tech | Sun-Shin Tae | Drexel Quinn | Masayu Kimura | Kim Dae-Hyun | Vernon Hectis | Fevris Derzelas | Jaida Tess

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Brask'ari'sabosen just shook her dark head at the scene that presented the members of FIMS responding to the 'medical emergency' at the bar. Yes, the Chiss doctor drank alcholol, preferably a good wine with a nice dinner and even nicer company, but it was never to get totally inebriated. Losing one's composer to that degree was just unconscionable. It seemed such a waste of time in addition to not being a healthy choice to overindulge, yet here the First Order's finest were involved in a drinking contest disguised as a diplomatic negotiation tactic no less. Humans?!

Dr. Derzelas led the way inside, triaging as she moved further into the situation unfolding the medical team dispatched. Brask'ari'sabosen accompanied the most seriously ill patient directly out to the waiting ambulance, quickly treating them for alcholol poisoning. It didn't occur to her that these folk were part of the FO Navy and Starfighter Corps until a blonde pilot, who she knew was stationed on Mitth'orn'eruod's ship, came running outside to vomit in the bushes near the entrance. Lovely?!

Was the Noble Son of House Mitth drunk as well? Now that would be a sight to see, or would it... Time would only tell.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Sun-Shin Tae | Drexel Quinn | Jaida Tess | Vernon Hectis | Masayu Kimura | Kim Dae-Hyun | Karisa | Fevris Derzelas

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Mitth'orn'eruod looked up when he heard a familiar voice mention the smelling salts, which caused the Chiss to absently look down to the small bag between his fingers again, before he nodded sluggishly to Chief Medical Officer Derzelas. The Captain had suspected the salts were quite potent, if the Solemite species were anything to go by, and had not planned on taking them. Perhaps. It was hard to quantify at present, as the alcohol continued to mingle throughout Mitth'orn'eruod's bloodstream and hinder his cognitive functions and bodily reactions. This was the first time the Chiss had been in the present state, and he could admit there was no real enjoyment to be had, as he watched a blond pilot leave the drinking area to rush outside - she looked quite ill. It also allowed Mitth'orn'eruod's red gaze to set on a very familiar individual in the doorway, which the pilot had rushed through...

Brask'ari'sabosen.

She was certainly a sight for blurry eyes. Mitth'orn'eruod smiled as he stood, only to blink as his balance was off and he stumbled a step to the right, before he planted a boot and caught himself. Seemed the rush to get up had caused the world to spin; well, to spin in a direction not persistent with its natural rotation, of course. Another interesting result of having had so much alcohol was Mitth'orn'eruod's mind, which seemed intent on overcompensating for his situation by entering a state of hyper-thoughtfulness... it felt quite tiring, truth be told, as the Chiss' already unrelenting thought processes went into overdrive, as the humans would say.

"On behalf of the First... Order, I would like to congratulate the Solemite host on their efforts," Mitth'orn'eruod began to say, as he reached out and held the back of the chair he had been seated on, to steady himself. He looked across the array of long green faced aliens as he nodded - and immediately regretted that course of action - before he took a slow inhale to calm himself. His speech sounded slightly slurred. "And we appreciate your-" Mitth'orn'eruod blinked as a Solemite vomited not far away. "-your, hm, hospitality. In the coming days, there will be some - hm - First Order delegates who will... contact you, yes, regarding the - the - diplomatic specifics of this sit down. If you will excuse me, I take my lea-leave."

With a small bow, possibly to no Solemite in particular, Mitth'orn'eruod turned and started to walk - albeit carefully and slower than usual - toward his beautiful partner who had exited the building toward the medical vehicles, of whom the Chiss wanted to greet and kiss. Along the way, the Captain smiled and straightened his uniform front, to present well for Brask'ari'sabosen.

"Doctor Kar-- Ari, I am glad to see you," Mitth'orn'eruod said with his smile still on his face. "I admit to an overwhelming need to say... how much I love you. And respect your, hm, your proficiency in your field. I do apologize for my current state, it is not becoming of a Chiss... but I do - hm - do admit the momentary loss of inhibitions has been... interesting. Might I kiss you?"

Mitth'orn'eruod looked at her with his red eyes, though they had less of their usual focus than normal. He also glanced to the ill individual being treated by Brask'ari'sabosen and blinked.

"Oh. Apologies, I can wait."

 

[Karisa]

Sun-Shin Tae | Drexel Quinn | Masayu Kimura | Kim Dae-Hyun | Vernon Hectis | Fevris Derzelas | Jaida Tess
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Brask'ari'sabosen walked over to where the blonde was puking her guts out in the bushes near the entrance of the bar. The Chiss gently placed a hand upon the young woman's back and extended her other with a cloth to wipe her mouth off. The pale-faced pilot did so, then gazed over at the blue-skinned medical officer after standing back up with watery eyes and mouthed a shakey 'thanks'.

"You are welcome," Brask'ari'sabosen answered without passing judgment, then she reached into her large medpac that was slung off her shoulder, and pulled out a disposable water bottle. "Here, rinse your mouth out, then take a couple of small sips. You need to rehydrate... " The doctor's red eyes quickly read the name badge and rank on the female's uniform. "Flight Officer Tess."

It was about this time that Mitth'orn'eruod stumbled out of the establishment with an air of dignity best he could muster in his current inebriated condition to where she was standing with the ill pilot. Brask'ari'sabosen cocked an eyebrow up when her betrothed started rambling on in a drunken manner and professing his love for her right there in public, even daring to ask for a kiss as well.

Brask'ari'sabosen just shook her dark head as their crimson gazes met, not sure if she was amused or annoyed more by the Noble Son of House Mitth's behavior and lack of decorum.

"Captain Matt the Radar Tech . Thank you for your expressed endearments, though I must pass on your request as it stands. Let us get you and the flight officer here to the ambulance, shall we," Ari motioned with a guiding hand for both to come with her, then she leaned in towards Mitth'orn'eruod and whispered softly to the Chiss in their native language.

"When you are sober, my love, and had adequate oral hygiene ask me again... though I am quite sure by then you will not feel up to it or anything else for that matter," she smirked ever so subtly knowing he was going to have one heck of a hangover as payback for his overindulgence and inbred competitiveness of their species in his drinking contest with the locals.

 

[Delilah Graham]

Delilah sat in her office on Dosuun, tapping a stylus against her bottom lip. She glanced up at her assistant, forehead wrinkling. "I'm dictating now."

The assistant nodded and began to type as Delilah spoke.

TO: Her Majesty the SUPREME LEADER
CC: Her Excellency the GRAND MOFF; The Honorable MOFF VUDRIRN.

Your Majesty,

I am pleased to report on the progress First Imperial forces have made in the operational areas of Solem and Taul. Both planets are now under provisional control of the First Order while the formalities of their membership applications are processed.

Operations continue on TAUL for the recovery of the First Order scientific research team. First Order armed forces and Imperial Knights have made inroads into the investigation and have found evidence of the scientific team's movement from their original landing zone. Now that the First Order is in possession of the planet, we anticipate having more freedom of movement and expect the investigation will be accelerated. Likewise, the task force assigned to locate and eliminate the bandits reported on airboats found their targets. A team headed by a First Order Security Bureau Senior Agent (see attached encrypted details recommendation for commendation) engaged in close combat with these bandits and eliminated all known threads. Patrols will continue to ensure there are no reprisals.

Meanwhile on SOLEM, First Imperial Naval and Starfighters personnel engaged in an impressive display of aggressive negotiations with the Solem natives, resulting in a direct and significant contribution to the Solemites' decision to apply for membership in the First Order. Additionally, the impressive displays of our armed forces in the war games provided a significant contribution as well. First Imperial Medical Services were on hand to support the negotiations; several Naval/Starfighter personnel were effusive of their thanks for that support and some have put in for several days' sick leave following the conclusion of the negotiations.

In another piece of good news, Bureau personnel were able to locate a cache of natural flora that appear to meet the requirements required to mass-produce a novel potential treatment for the Blackwing Virus. The Bureau will continue to work closely with the relevant science and medical personnel to synthesize the treatment. We will update Your Majesty with progress as developments are available.

Please do not hesitate to reach out to me should you have any questions. The Foreign Office will be forwarding the Articles of Membership for Solem and Taul's formal entry into the First Order under separate cover.

Your obedient servant,
D. Graham.

[Enclosures]

 

[Caio]

There were plenty of broken bones, concussion, bruises, and pains; but no one had died. The war games had been dominated by Solem but the First Order had won by a technicality. There was plenty of teeth gnashing on both sides when a small group of dirty and muddy dog soldiers came out of the foliage with the Solem war banner.

Caio felt every ache in his body but he couldn't stop grinning as they handed over the banner to their commander and a speechless Lt. Kaza. The Solem natives couldn't believe it but their leader growled approval and through a translator conveyed his own begrudging appreciation of the cunning displayed by the First Order soldiery.

The grin was still on Caio's face as he left the formation and passed through to the tent where beverages were waiting for those still standing. The first sup of alien ale felt like the best drink he'd ever had.

 

[Vernon Hectis]

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Through the groggy haze of Vernon's self inflicted misery, he could see the glow of an angel ahead of him. A voice came from her. Calling out his name. The blurry glow slowly came into focus. Vernon could not believe his eyes. An angel was coming for him. Was he dead? He did not feel dead. He looked down towards the ground once more and could feel himself slowly moving towards it. Then, the vocie came again. He looked up. Everything was clear now.

"Doc? Is that you?" he called out, clearly hammered.

He was handed a pill and a glass of water was placed on the table next to him. He knew what this combo meant. He was way further gone than he thought. Quickly he threw the pill in his mouth and chased it with the water. The pill came with a chalky taste. Just as he remembered. He rested his head upon his arm on the table and allowed the pill to work it's magic.

"Thank ya, doc. Dunno what we'd do without ya. I'm just gonna shut my eyes a bit here."

Sun-Shin Tae | Drexel Quinn | Matt the Radar Tech | Fevris Derzelas | Karisa | Jaida Tess | Kim Dae-Hyun
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[Matt the Radar Tech]

Sun-Shin Tae | Drexel Quinn | Jaida Tess | Vernon Hectis | Masayu Kimura | Kim Dae-Hyun | Karisa | Fevris Derzelas

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Mitth'orn'eruod smiled to Brask'ari'sabosen, he might have been in a compromised state cognitively, but he knew that the Medical Officer was correct. The present time, despite what the Captain's inner thoughts expressed, was not the appropriate time for indulging in inebriated flippancy. So, with a nod, Mitth'orn'eruod followed instructions and began to walk toward the ambulance, though he paused when Brask'ari'sabosen leaned in close and began to speak in the Chiss native tongue, Cheunh. He listened, his red eyes squinted momentarily at the flashing lights nearby, before he smiled again and replied in Cheunh.

"Ch'ah rob rcisah, Ari, vim Ch'ah cart ch'ithe'umi'aco Ch'ah k'ir nah tset'an'r veah to Solemite beaskir tuzor viz g'ebusi... hah cart csot k'usco, ch'itkates'o, cseo hah rcisah ch'at csapun hah csarcican't tsuvsircehe'ah ror to tin'hi," Mitth'orn'eruod placed his hand against his chest as he looked at his partner. Though, seeing the attention required for the pilot nearby, Mitth'orn'eruod felt it was conducive to assisting by handling himself, and staying out of the way. "Ch'ah tisean's ch'acan'b veo treament, ch'eo ch'acah, rab csarcican't ch'at'uhah ch'eo g'evoti her cseo."

Then, once inside the ambulance and seated, Mitth'orn'eruod eased his head back and closed his eyes. He would remain calm, remain still, and would otherwise work through the rapid spinning of the world around him. At least he had one of the most capable medical officer's he knew of to ensure nothing untoward or dangerous happened while the Captain was in the state he was.

I do not expect to do this again. I am not content with this physically debilitating sensation at all.

And so Mitth'orn'eruod would be whisked away by the medical team, aboard the ambulance, before he would follow his partner's instructions and aim to make a full recovery the next day...