Alliance Dominion of Naboo

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Liberation of Naboo

The Galactic Alliance expands into former Union territory. Having long suffered under the inequalities and unemployment brought about by the technocracy, support among the populace for the Alliance is on the rise. Some of the higher echelons who enjoyed the Techno Union gravy train are perhaps less enamoured with the values of the Alliance. Some of the requirements for joining the Alliance, particularly regarding sentient rights, are less well received by governments who laid off millions of workers in exchange for the cheap droid labor of the Union.

Objective 1. The Nobility (BALL)

Although the Galactic Alliance may not be of one mind when hereditary rule is concerned, what is certain is that the ruling class of Naboo have been swindled one too many times by the Techno Union and their cohorts. While the merchants made it rich, the other classes - both rich and poor - got a bad break. Especially when it came to governance of the planet, since the Union and their agents made it possible - and even encouraged - those with ambition to seize power from those lacking wit, will or weapon enough to defend against.

Still, as eager as the rulers of Naboo are to be free of the Techno Union, the historically isolationist planet is wary of outside influence. It will be up to the representatives of the Galactic Alliance to convince the nobility of Naboo that joining would ensure their enduring prosperity.


2. Last of the Gungans
Subjected to a campaign of terror under the regime of the Technocrats, the Gungans might have rejoiced at the waning fortunes of the Union, but for the violent reprisals against them. Angry citizens, deluded by Techno Union propagandists, blamed the Gungans for the state of the economy. There have been a number of brutal riots that have cost several hundred lives. Mobs roam near the swamps, seeking to catch any unwary Gungan and string them up by their ears. Galactic Alliance peacekeepers have been dispatched to stop the violence through non-lethal use of force. It is expected that ‘aggressive negotiations’ will be required when dealing with the leaders of the Native Naboo Navy, a paramilitary humanocentric group based underwater.

3. Rogues
When a Techno Union Lucrehulk was struck by asteroids and started to malfunction on the edge of the system, the crew decided to abandon ship. The Union had planned to return to repair or tow the ship back to Rothana. However the Union collapsed and the vessel was forgotten. An errant strand of code has sent the droid fighters Rogue. Now the pilots of the GADF must navigate into the asteroid field and destroy the remains of the command vessel, disabling the fighters that have been plaguing civilian transports that stray too near.

4. Bring your own story!

 

[Cecily Demici]

OBJECTIVE: The Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace, Grand Ball Room
ALLIES: Queen of Naboo, Noble Families of Naboo
1/10

"Presenting, Her Royal Highness, Eleanor of House Valeria, Princess of Deeja Peak!"

There was a mighty fanfare at the top of the staircase leading down into the packed ball room, where nobles in the finest clothing were twirling to elegant music and conversing politely with dignitaries from many far off planets, all gathered to celebrate the fall of the Techno Union and to vie for favor among the rulers of Naboo. Yet, all eyes turned to gaze upon the highly regarded Head of House Valeria in her twinkling gown of cloth-of-silver.

Eleanora was a shrewd politican who had loathed the Techno Union and longed for Naboo's liberation. One of the more influential leaders of the Nobility, she was here to ensure that the Queen's ear was not taken by anyone seeking to exploit Naboo again. Yet, she only held the spotlight for a moment when a second fanfare rang out.

"Presenting, the Lady, Cecily of Houses Demici and Valeria!"

Cecily had only just set foot at the top of the staircase when she was announced. On Onderon, she would have been declared a Countess in her own right, but here she was only able to bask in the glow of her aunt. Where her aunt commanded respect and demanded the loyalty of her peers, Cecily sought only to be good and to do good unto others. It was the first time since her capture on Onderon that she had dawned her favorite gown. A heavy dress of sky blue, with sapphires sewn into the hem. Upon her golden girls was a starburst tiara and matching collar hung above her ample bosom.

She descended the staircase with all of the grace and beauty of the most noble ladies of Naboo and was happy to be greeted by so many eager faces. Cecily was here for much the same reason as her aunt, only, having spent the latter part of her life within the Republic, she knew that Naboo would need to stand with others to remain safe from the influence of the Sith. She looked now to the Galactic Alliance and hoped to sway her colleagues in the same direction.

She had also invited a long-time friend of hers, a strapping young man who had become a ruler in his own right. As she reached the bottom of the staircase she searched for [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Ball
OBJECTIVE: Ball
Poast #1

"Presenting the Lady Ajira Cardei of House Cardé and the Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps."

You couldn't go to a ball as representative of Theed Hangar without dressing to the nines -- or without wearing your share of chrome art deco. The occasion demanded a touch of ostentation. This was, after all, Naboo. So she'd worn something fancy and long-sleeved, to cover the recent bruises sustained while leveling Fresia's Temple of Pain in a mask. The joys of a secret identity.

She noted the presence of [member="Cecily Demici"], patron of a convent whose transcription efforts had caught Ajira's attention. Worth looking into, as most archives were, presuming one had the time. For the moment, Ajira didn't. She entered the ballroom, already keeping an eye out for the Galactic Alliance dignitaries. Once more, someone wanted Naboo, and Naboo would do what it must. But other options, other plans, were brewing. Everything came down to time -- who could stay the course, who could complete their plans first.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

OBJECTIVE: Royal Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace, Grand Ball Room
Post 1

A congregation of nobles packed into a massive ball room filled with sparkling dresses, sharp dressed men, glitter and lights. The envy of the poor and the bane of the wicked. An open environment where mingling was expected and niceties demanded. There would be no sharp words this eve, though that hardly stopped the shrewd politician with a subtle tongue for insinuation and emphasis. Innuendo was commonly found the suitable substitute for the company kept at such events. The talk of the night? The Techno Union's collapse, the Queen's position on the state of the world, and the direction Naboo would head in. Many were eager to hear the words of their Queen, while others sought to block and counter whatever maneuver was made in favor of remaining true to the stranglehold the Union once had on commerce and government.

Jamie arrived later than her parents, Sir Pyne and Lady Tareth. They had already slithered their way into the crowds long before their daughter had arrived. The elders had long since learned that relying on their girl to be on time for anything was a hopeless endeavor. All the better for Jamie really, as she no longer felt the pressure of having to be somewhere exactly when she said she would, and even less afraid of the consequences for breaking that contract. That wasn't to say she failed to enjoy the finer things of noble life. She certainly enjoyed the fanciful dresses and dashing young men, the important talk and rumor mills that always seemed to churn at these types of gatherings.

"Presenting the Lady Jamie Pyne of House Pyne." Ugh. That was the worst part of every event. Presenting. Like you were some kind of entertaining spectacle to be gawked at by the lot. It was like ripping off a bandage. The build up was always nerve racking and nauseating, but once it was done it felt better. Now Jamie was not the most graceful by nature, hence the nickname given to her by her parents Tripsy, but this evening she had focused so much of her energy on not falling that she paid close attention to each and every step, where her feet landed, and her balance. For once she was determined not to make a fool of herself. That was where her concentration had laid, and as such, barely noticed any of the members greeting her as she waived to the left and to the right while studying the floor.

Finally the anxiety would subside as both heels clacked against the ballroom floor and a sigh of relief poured from her lips. It was then she looked up and scanned the area, noting that [member="Cecily Demici"] had already arrived. The blonde, with hair curled and draped past her shoulders wandered over towards the other lady. Two sparkling crystal earrings decorated both ears on either side. On her person she wore a few diamond bangles, a vibrant red dress that cut just above the knees with a pair of matching peep toe heels. Catching the eye of Cecily she smiled and gave a waive, before catching a passing server with a glass of wine for herself and taking a seat.

 

[Soleil Ishtar]

OBJECTIVE: Royal Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace, Her Majesty's Quarters
Post 1

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The entire planet was in a state of anticipation. There was a buzz in the air. Within the Palace in Theed, the atmosphere was the same.

Most may consider Naboo to be a backwater world, but it shone with a light that could not be denied. While Coruscant was considered to be the Jewel of the Core Worlds, Naboo likewise was the Jewel of the Outer Rim.

Despite the loom of the Techno Union, every elected official on Naboo had been chosen on meritocratic grounds, and governed for a limited amount of time. For the monarch, up to two four-year terms were allowed as determined by the planet’s constitution. It was a system of democratic monarchy, where the eligibility of the Monarch of Naboo was not related to age or power; rulers were traditionally selected for their intelligence. Likewise, citizens were not subject to age restrictions to have the right to vote, but were required to take aptitude tests in school that proved a certain level of intellectual maturity.

Andromeda herself was almost sixteen years old. The former Princess of Theed had come to office with no desire to be queen out of her own tuition, but from necessitate. With the death of former Queen Mason, there was a void left that only was aggravated by the blockade of the Techno Union.

To prevent bloodshed and to ensure at least a measure of sovereignty under the Union's grasp, Princess Andromeda of Theed had agreed to cast her name into the ballot for an interim queen. Back by popular vote and enforced by the Techno Union, who believed that her young age would allow for an ease of manipulation, Queen Versai now had her own her own term in office to adhere to. However, turmoil in the galaxy would often times see officials unable to complete their full term.

A dark thought would pass through Andromeda’s mind that everyone was on a time limit. Hers was just on a shorter timeframe.

"Your Majesty." the low voice of Nerie Veise, handmaiden to the Queen, floated across the din. "It is ready."

Her thin shoulders would set at that title, her artfully painted visage pale against the bright magenta flowers of the perfectly coiffed hairpiece over the crown of her head. Naboo royalty, while gained by popular vote, did not deter from their traditions of colorful regalia. The young Queen of Naboo would be no different.

Her gown was pale white, with silver embroidery that would reflect the garnets and crimson tourmaline gemstones that adorned the hem and bodice. Large silver vines crafted by silversmiths would assemble a crown on top of her head reminiscent to that of the branches of a cherry tree, complete with vibrant blooms. A layer of the purest white would line her face, twin dots of color upon her cheeks, while only the tiniest dab of crimson would layer the middle of the fullness of her lower lip.

A deep breath would lift her chest, the daunting task of what would come pressing upon her and more importantly, relaying a sense of security and safety an entire planet would weigh heavily upon her. Her frail and thin silhouette would bathe the small atrium in a petite shadow, the slight tremble and twitch of fingers hidden by the thick layers of fabric from her bejeweled skirt.

Her term as Queen has seen her lose weight, her face a bit more angular, her cheekbones more prominent, and her eyes such a large vivid shade of violet. They almost dwarfed her face, lined thick with kohl and set against that pale white layer of artifice.

The small pillbox in her hand was quietly snapped shut, then tucked away within a small secret pocket. A glass of water would wash the tiny purple pill down.

It was time.

Her lavender eyes would settle upon the statue of the Goddess of Safety. In her mind, she sent a prayer asking fore exactly that.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Royal Ball
Location: Three Royal Palace, Grand Ball Room

Post: 1

There was always something about Naboo that Taeli always really liked. Was it the architecture? Art? History? The environment? The culture of the people? It was really a little bit of all of it, and when the Galactic Alliance decided to start heading eastwards by first bringing Naboo into the fold, Taeli had jumped at the chance to join the mission. It just so happened the nobility were holding a ball before negotiations or perhaps it would be where negotiations would take place, politics was politics after all.

She didn't have or want some grand announcement for her arrival... but that didn't mean she wasn't taking the chance to dress up lightly. She loved the finer things in life, mainly dresses, so she had taken the opportunity to get a new dress from a local shop in Theed before the ball.

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Walking into the ball room, her cascading curls bouncing with each step of her heels, she smiled around and greeted each person she encountered while more nobility were announced and joined the crowd. No sight of the Queen yet though, but it was to expected the young girl would make an appearance. She wasn't wearing her lightsaber, but she did have her concealed shoto as experience told her to always be prepared, but to mark she was a Jedi Master, she did have a small pin on her dress of the New Jedi Order's emblem.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: 4 (doing my own thing)
Location: Flying over Lake Paonga
Post: 1

He ran the cloth down the varnished wood to the sound of repulsor engines. His concentration found catalyst in the soothing hum, vibrating through the metal body and chairs beneath them. The repetition of the task seemed pertinent to his current life, a bit on repeat, as he found idle endeavors beneficial to his well being. Particularly when it came to dwelling on loss and on failure. He had set hard enough to the activity that he felt a melding with the grain of the sacred wood, feeling his conscious dive deep into the bits of Kasha and the established carvings. It was only stirred from the moments of flight by the pressing of shoulders, the teenager next to him feeling anxious with the trip from Sulon to here.

Gabe opened his eyes, the polished shine reflecting a skewed vision of himself back at him. Skinny, contorted, piercing gaze of honey brown.

"Did you have to bring me here?!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."
"I said..." The sandy brown haired kid stopped in his tracks as Gabe looked back at him, smirking.
Pulling the cloth back down the bow, he wrinkled his nose. "Smell of the swamp is potent here. Should be a good enough spot."
"Spot...spot for what!"
"Stop screaming, I can hear you just fine."

Gabe stood up and approached the front cabin before poking his head into cockpit. "Put us down over that soft patch, we'll hike in from there."

He got a nod from the pilot before returning back to the back. Handing the bow over to the kid, he sat back down and searched the flooring of the space for the rest of his gear.
"Spot for what?"
"See, that was much better. Calm, collected. Good." Gabe smiled as he pulled the satchel to his lap and drummed his fingers across the burlap. "You attract far more bees with honey than vinegar. Anyone ever told you that?"
"Yeah. My dad."
"Good ole Baron Hitchins."

It was apparent, by now, that Gabe had no intent on explaining the adventure before they set down. Just that he had made a promise to the Baron to sort out the kids issues. He assumed it was coming of age, dealing with a particular sensitivity to his environment. Intuitive, externally so, and quick to anger. But even a rusted knife can be honed and shined, no matter the disregard or lack of care. Turning back towards the kid, he ruffled his hair and nodded towards the scenery in the small window.

"Far more water here than on Sulon. Should be fun."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Ball

Oddly enough, Jacen thought, Grand Marshall Rhen had decided to decline his invitation. Jacen's mind back to his discussions with the old Jedi Master, and the hints that he might have a more interesting past than it appeared. Most Jedi Masters wouldn't be aware of the location of illegal artefact shops. The formal attire of the New Jedi Order probably did not sit well with the battle hardened old man.

They did not sit well with Jacen either. Nor did the realisation that to keep up appearances it would not be appropriate to head straight to the bar after being announced. What did one do at such an event, he thought. He'd been to formal events as a Republic officer, but chasing skirts and getting hammered weren't on the cards. Conversation with the nobility? With a weary sigh he headed for the table with the hors d'oeuvres

 

[Alicia Drey]

| [member="Ajira Cardei"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Cecily Demici"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Andromeda Versai"] |

Objective: Royal Ball
Location: Cardei Royal Estate, Theed

1/20

Alicia Drey was a guest of Lady Ajira Cardei, staying in her Royal Estate, following the successful presentation of Project Praesidium on behalf of Chandrila DataTech. She had successfully gained a permit for plasma, which would be used to power the experimental shield generator that was currently being constructed on Chandrila. Alicia had plans for the generator to be unveiled on Sojourn, at the second Gathering that she was set to host on the elusive Hunter's Moon. Cardei and the other Royals had each received an invitation to attend, considering their involvement- albeit from a distance- in the project.

In contrast, Alicia had received no such invite to the Royal Palace, found in Theed's center, that was playing as venue to the Royal Ball that was being hosted there. She had only learned of the event that morning, as she was preparing to leave following the conclusion of DataTech's business on Naboo. The fact that she hadn't heard of the Royal Ball until that moment, and given the fact that she had received no invitation, allowed Alicia to conclude that she was small fry in the bigger scheme of things, unimportant to either Cardei, the Royal families of Naboo or the Galactic Alliance representatives. That suited Alicia fine. It meant that she was doing everything right.

Her clothes, datapads and the other provisions she had brought with her during her stay on Naboo had all been packed together. Ready to leave, Alicia left Lady Cardei a message for her to receive on her subsequent return her estate. She was then taken towards Theed's spaceport, where the Initium awaited her.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Objective: Politics
Location: Ballroom
1/20

Graxin watched as the noblewomen strode through the doors with mild interest. He'd only attended a handful of these balls during his mother's time as the queen, and none during his lordship over the Reach. He'd seen little reason to spend time outside of his domain. So long as the Nerf farms were in his lands were in good form, he rarely ventured to the other cities.

Today, however, the Galactic Alliance had come to visit. They had come more quickly than Graxin had expected, but then the galaxy had its special little ways of putting a wrench in one's plans. He'd come ahead of his daughter [member="Talaya Rade"] so that he might see how she would present herself. She was the granddaughter of the former queen and one of the heirs to Graxin's titles. She needed to thrive on her own.

He was dressed as well as one needed to be attending such an important gala. His cloak and heavy furs had been replaced with a rather simple black suit bearing the Obsidian Sigil upon the right sleeve. The ring of gold his mother had gifted him on his death bed served as the only jewelry he adorned himself with. He was a minimalist when it came to clothing. The only tool of defense on his person was a short knife sheathed against his wrist. The weapon had been passed through security easily enough - it had only taken bit of extra ethereal encouragement to convince the guard that the metal detector had been wrong.

He could only hope Marcus and Finger were doing their jobs.

Displeased with the thought, Graxin took a glass of wine from a nearby servant and moved toward the only woman he could possibly call a friend.

"Lady Cardei, lovely as ever," he gave a slight bow, "It seems you were right. Winter did come early."

[member="Ajira Cardei"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

Objective Three

Asmus watched the stars as a rock ballad quietly played in his cockpit. This mission had so far involved a great deal of waiting. Staving off the boredom was the main opponent. Unfortunately that was the nature of this operation.

The Alliance didn't have unlimited resources to throw at every problem. Right now this abandoned lucrehulk wasn't the biggest issue. However, being seen to be taking action was important for the Alliance right now.

They'd carefully set a virtual cordon around the vessel following several sorties to evaluate the distances at which the droid fighters would attack. It wasn't a simple distance, but a complex threat evaluation algorithm.

Some bright spark in the GADF had worked out how to use it against the droid fighters. Hopefully it would save them tackling several hundred fighters in a swarm at once. Rogue squadron was part of the trap, waiting in a dense asteroid field to strike. The complex environment tended to strain the droid's programming.

"I have Arrow Squadron on my display," someone called. Asmus turned his music off. Sure enough twelve blue tracks appeared on his scanner. Following them were over twenty red ones. The A-Wings had cut close to the Lucrehulk, triggering the droid's programming and leading them to chase. Asmus powered up shields and weapons. First catch of the day.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Ball
OBJECTIVE: Ball
IMMEDIATELY NEARBY: [member="Graxin Rade"]
OTHERS: [member="Andromeda Versai"] [member="Cecily Demici"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]

Displeased with the thought, Graxin took a glass of wine from a nearby servant and moved toward the only woman he could possibly call a friend.

Grim.

"Lady Cardei, lovely as ever," he gave a slight bow, "It seems you were right. Winter did come early."

"Simple tricks and nonsense," she said, as if they were bantering about nothing. Maybe he'd catch the reference, maybe not. "But in the end, it was always a matter of time, wasn't it?"

She looked around the room, taking stock of the other arrivals. Public figures, some of them known to be strong in the Force. Ajira was on public record as a minor, untrained Force-sensitive who'd been known to use her skills for decorous party tricks. An ironclad Qey'tek meditation, the same technique that Palpatine had used for decades, kept the true nature of her Force-sensitivity hidden. The same went for her aura's orientation, which was about as Dark as you could get without butchering innocents to prove your commitment. Dark, and recognizable, not that anyone here had known Ashin Varanin.

"I see Her Majesty's arrived, and Princess Eleanor." The latter was, of course, an old-guard powerbroker of high culture, and not a woman to cross. "And at least one Jedi Master from the Alliance, if I'm remembering faces right. You were in the Alliance; who are you seeing that I'm not?" A faint smile. "And which of us do you think they'll approach first?"

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: 4 (doing my own thing)
Location: Setting down on the fringe lacustrine wetlands, Lianorm Swamp
Post: 2

The shuttle hit a patch of boggy tussock with a modicum of grace. Pushing down with the slow de-throttle of the repulsors, the feet extended from the belly to merge metal clamps with mossy hills. This was a simple island, connected to other island via fallen logs or alluvial deposition when the floodplains run over. When the doors opened, the sun hit the metal footing as Gabe stepped out with the baron's son reluctantly planted in the vessel. Satchel turned to backpack, Gabe looked over his shoulder and extended the scar and tattoo riddled hand.

"Come on now. Ship wont move until you do." With a motion of his hand, he plopped down atop the spongy material and approached the ledge between land and ravine. The braids of water meandered slowly through, curving to form point bars that were fed from the forested hills in the background. Adiabatic air carried high upon the hills condenseed upon evergreen leaves, dripping down to cut deep grooves in the bedrock that lead to the lake below. And here they were, somewhere in between, with the lake blocked from view by thick mesic woods of broad-leaf slow growing plants. As he looked towards the sky, clouds forming a blue and white motley on the horizon, he glanced over his shoulder to see the boy step down.

"You still haven't told me where we are going."
"It's not important. You got the quiver I made you?"
The boy shook the item, filled with arrows, and frowned. "Not that I know how to use this thing."
"Don't lie. Your father told me you've practiced." Gabe looked towards the pilot, whistled, and whirled his finger above his head.

The ship lifted off from the island and Gabe could feel the whole thing give, like a great pressure was lifted from the surface. It gave indication that they stood on a floating mat, a dangerous place for those not paying attention. "Watch your footing..." He whispered as turned back towards the woods and tightened the straps on the satchel. "Sunrise was about 30 minutes ago. But I noticed a good deal of fog on the way in. Add that on to the cool morning temperature...Should have delayed emergence from the roost."

The boy stepped forward, a frown changing slowly over to a smile. "Roost for what?"
"Ah you'll see." Gabe returned a smile and cracked his knuckles before pointing in the distance. "Want to look for blow downs where the acoustics is far enough away from moving water. Try to find us a swamp gobbler."

"A what?"
"Swamp gobbler..." Gabe looked down at the boy and shook his head. "Try to conceal your emotions a bit more. Your face is all scrunched up. Its bothering me."

Gabe stepped over a log and started moving through the emergent wetland, ankle deep in dark water. Each pad tested the limits of the sphagnum below. 20 feet away, he heard something behind him.

"Well...sorry!"
He waved for the kid to follow. "Don't apologize. Just fix it."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

People Who WIill Be Seen: [member="Cecily Demici"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Andromeda Versai"]

Those With: [member="Katar"]

Location: Eths - AwayHome Yacht

Attire: This

Post 1

It was not something he did often, he had been to two balls in his entire life that he had enjoyed, the rest were all that his father had forced him to attend to during the Sith Empire and One Sith tyranny. But he liked Naboo, and he was a savior here at one point, long ago. This new Queen of Theed, though, had his curiosity and no doubt a man named Graxin's too. Romeo was not here for war, or battle, instead, with a Bladed Tiger laying comfortably next to the couch he found himself planted on, he was looking for peace. His hand gently patted the Tiger's head, she was tamed very much so, and was to be gifted to the Queen of Theed from the King of Eclipstica.

Unknown to him, many of his own enemies and old nemesis was here, but like he had said to [member="Nikias"] early, "I'm going for peace almighty King of the Crimson. Trust me on this, I know Naboo well." With those words he had placed a hand on the man's shoulder and left.

Romeo was bringing a date too, the lovely, and his damsel in distress of the cold, Katar. He understood she was not too comfortable in a dress, but he wanted to show her a lovely time and this time kinda asked for such attire. "Thank you, for coming with me here, and agreeing to the dress...it is a lovely dress." He spoke out loud as she was getting ready. His own white suit was not something he really wanted to wear either. The captain of the Eths spoke over the PA systems: "M'lord we are exiting hyperspace now. We'll be at Naboo in a few minutes." Romeo acknowledged the announcement and stood up, the Bladed Tiger mewing gently against his hand. She had some of the softest fur Romeo had ever seen. Her loyalty was like that of a mother and her kittens too. "They did well finding her, her friendliness would have been wasted in the wild..she would not have made it. Come on Katar, come out, let me see this dress on you!" He said with excitement.

 

[Slot 21]

Katar didn't want to. She didn't like dresses. They felt so constricting, and they were a needless hassle to maintain. But her new mentor had wanted her to try it. So, she did her best to hobble out in her high heels. She peeked out at Romeo from the door.​

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[Alkor Centaris]

Objective Three
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"]

When a Lucrehulk enters your system, traditionally you aren't thrilled about it. The Naboo had been plagued by rogue droids in their system, forcing back potential traders and making movement through the surrounding space prohibitively difficult. Galactic Alliance forces had petitioned for aid, which meant that several merchant forces would back the effort who were not necessarily Jedi. Alkor liked the idea of not getting too close to the Marshalls at this tender stage in their negotiations, so when Nikias decided that the Brotherhood would answer the call this was where the Corellian decided he could do the most good.

RZ-1s were the initial play, as the friendly squadron used the Interceptors to draw the rogue droids out of their position and into the playing field. That was good. The scramblers that A-wings used fried targeting computers and forced fliers to operate their weapon systems manually. That meant it would be even worse for droids, who had no independent computers- they were slaved to the main AI, which already showed signs of trouble with differentiating friend from foe. Alkor watched for a moment as the algorithms began to shift, violently attempting to relearn the strategy of their cripplingly mobile enemy.

He was far behind the line at this point, not yet joined with Rogue or Arrow Squadron. His XJ7 was a supremely dated model in comparison with some of the more impressive Alliance fighters, but in just about any dogfight it was the pilot that mattered, not the ship. "Switch to manual systems, X9," he told the Astromech, which blipped a series of whistles that sounded almost flippant as it complied, albeit without much enthusiasm. "Or are you in a hurry to deal with those Interceptors and their scramblecode?"

X9 let out a long, deflated whistle.

The point of A-Wing interceptors wasn't technically combat superiority. There are better interceptors for dealing with starfighters, with better firepower and moderately better armor. In terms of maneuverability, there wasn't much that could outfly one. They were just there to dizzy the opposition, to catch them off guard and force them into a compromised position where an ally could easily pick them off. It was an ingenious method during the days of the Empire, when the name of the game was fighter to fighter and people weren't thinking about teamwork.

These days, teamwork was everything. "Group leader, this is the Black Wind hailing," Alkor opened transmission on an open frequency, "please dial me over to your channel and advise further."

His X-foils creaked as they extended into attack position, and his engine began to rev loudly as he moved to join Rogue Squadron.

 

[Miles Varden]

Objective 3
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Ship: Paladin

As a member of the faded Omega Protectorate, Miles lent his hand at protecting a place he'd once called home. Naboo was where Miles lived when he was part of the OP, and when the organization absolved, he joined the Galactic Alliance to stay close to his old allies. When tales of the Techno's Lucrehulk went around, Miles jumped into his old friend, the OS-G3 Paladin. A genius craft that allowed for superior maneuverability to accompany strong shields and weaponry. Miles sat in line with the Squadrons led by Asmus, when the enemy droid fighters blipped onto his HUD, he unlocked his weapons and set the thrusters for a full burn. He'd be the first to destroy these droid scum.


Blasting out ahead of the rest of 'Rogue' and 'Arrow", Miles' cannons were already locking on and he thumbed the trigger and destroyed the first droid in a hail of fire.

Valkyrie confirmed kill, moving to intercept targets.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Katar"]

Romeo smiled gently at her as she wobbled out in the high heels, it was indeed good looking on her. He walked to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder, "It looks amazing on you Katar." He moved over to where the middle of the room was held his hand out. "Should get some practice walking in those heels, otherwise I have a plan B to help you out with them. I can't imagine what it feels like to wear them." He spoke softly to her. Romeo was about to take a very different turn to what he was used to here, he would have to put on a smile and use his best manners. "Plus...I'm going to need you to keep me in check. I can not allow my anger to overcome our goals here. We will fail the Brotherhood if I make a mistake here."

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Objective: 3

Allies:[member="Miles Varden"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

Ship: Amara-class Interceptor

Kurayami had been on his way to Naboo to visit a small memorial. It was nothing fancy, nothing gaudy but it held great importance to him and he needed to finally let go of that part of his past. He had decided to bring his shiny new interceptor. He needed to get used to being in the cockpit of this thing and how quickly it responded to the slightest of inputs. His thoughts were interrupted as the navicomp beeped signaling that he was nearing his destination. Moments later everything snapped back into view as his fighter reverted back to realspace.

Even before he saw the flashes of laser fire he was already in a banking climb. His sensors lit up and alarms were blaring. He had dropped into an active warzone. The amount of fire in orbit was staggering, it was a damn good thing he was such a small target in this craft. He started searching the list of IFF signals, seeing who exactly was here and if he should just come back later. Though many signals were ones he didn't recognize they returned Galactic Alliance as their affiliation. He had fought and bled with the GA before, might as well jump in and help out for a bit at least. He opened a comms channel to all fighters in the area.

"Galactic Alliance fighters this is Yellow 13. I was on my way to visit a gravesite, but I see you need some help in orbit, as one who has fought beside you before I again humbly offer my services. See you on the other side ladies and gents. Bloodborn out."

He firewalled the throttle and his Amara class hurtled forward. It almost seemed as if he had been sitting still before. He quickly caught up to Alkor's fighter and shot past, straight into a zoom climb that was perfectly vertical. He executed a half roll so that his canopy was pointing towards the mayhem below. He pulled back on the stick and kicked hard right on the rudder as he executed another half roll placing him above the enemy and in a position to make a diagonal right to left slashing attack. He made sure that all eight cannons were primed and flicked the safety off as he nosed over into a power dive. The canons were set to fire linked, and blazed brightly as he cut through the enemy lines. IT was milliseconds of time before he was pulling into a hard left bank to come back into the fight . Two had been hit and were damaged in his first pass, time to finish them off.

As he leveled his wings again he kicked hard left for a moment, followed quickly by hard right, sliding horizontally in an 'S' pattern. As his fighter beeped confirmation that the targets were in sight, he loosed a single burst towards each target. 8 laser cannon blasts slammed home on each target, vaporizing them. Though the control ship wasn't far off he was set up to deal with that thing.

"Yellow 13 to nearby fighters. Anyone equipped to work on disabling that control ship for good? All I got is lasers so I can't do anything there, I can keep the annoying little buggers off ya though. Until then, good hunting. Bloodborn out."

The small craft sported an odd color scheme, mottled dark and light grey with a sand yellow underside and wingtips with a clearly visible '013' in the same sand yellow on either side of the nose and on the top side of the wings just beside the outer engines.

 

[Slot 21]

Katar didn't feel amazing... She slowly made her way over to him, doing her best to keep her balance. Finally, her hand came to meet his. Her brands were visible on the showing parts of her torso. They made her feel extra self-conscious, as she never showed them in public.​

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As for keeping Romeo in check, Katar nodded her head slowly. If it came to it she'd be willing to even go as far as tackle him or something to keep him from ruining this.​

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[member="Romeo Sin"]​