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Location: Aldera Royal Palace, Throne Room Enemies: None Allies: Mandalorians, Alderaan Nobles
The throne room had been modified slightly for this particular meeting – the floor before the throne itself modified to accommodate a large three quarter circular table made from the finest oak. The table itself faced the throne as well as the seats to the left and right of it – half of the table would be for the Mandalorians, whilst the other half would be allowed for the Republic delegation. The Royal Guard would stand watch over the room, ensuring their presence was made known to any who entered – and for those who entered they were checked multiple-times for hidden devices, and weaponry. Security details that accompanied such delegates and individuals would be asked to wait outside the massive throne room – regardless of how either side felt, this was not their grounds and they would be wise to respect the wishes of the host.
The negotiations, or rather the diplomatic process would go without a single weapon being drawn – atleast one could hope.
For Alyesa, this was just another headache to cure.
She said nothing as she made her entrance into the glistening room, accompanied by two aides. Her hair was held up in a tight bun and her attire was nothing out of the ordinary – there would be no fanfare or overdoing it. Simplistic this time around, a white and silver dress that flowed behind her like billowing clouds. She wore her crown as she was directed as well as the jewels of the Organa House but nothing more. Her hands remained clasped before her as she approached her mother, Arianna. With a slight inclination of her head and a soft clearing of her throat – she spoke up to catch the attention of the woman who had sacrificed just about as much as she had for the freedom of their people.
“Mother…”Her words lingered in the air. It had been a while since they had last spoke. Sometimes the terms in which they spoke weren’t always the best but Alyesa never held ill will towards her. Arianna did a good job at reminding her how much she acted like her father. That left Alyesa with the knowledge that Faith was very much like their mother.
Olivia walked through the halls of the Mythosaur as it raced through hyperspace to reach its destination. Small screens filled the edges of her vision as her Beskar'gam's HUD routed various camera feeds before her eyes. "Reversion to realspace in two minutes." Came a voice that echoed both from ear buds within her helmet and from speakers built into various points of the hallway. Olivia closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath as she continued walking towards the port hanger. Soon, the flagship of the Mandalorian Clans would join the ships of Clan Vereen in orbit over a foreign planet. Soon, she would find herself upon the face of that planet. Whatever deals and negotiations Alor Vereen had made with the Organa women, Olivia Dem'adas was here to ensure that the will of the clans was not neglected upon this distant world.
Her eyes closed and breath held, Olivia listened to the sound of her own boots echoing through the hallway. She opened her eyes and released her breath. <Still doesn't feel right.> Olivia thought to herself as she quickened her pace. Her armor was new. Freshly forged by some of the finest hands in the galaxy and filled to the brim with some of the most advanced technology in the galaxy. She still couldn't believe all of the features that had been built into it. Of the most annoying, was the passive camouflage feature. The armor typically shifted colors and covered itself in vague patterns that matched her surroundings. While this was an outstanding feature in the wilderness or a war zone, it was frustratingly annoying aboard a ship or in a social setting. For the moment, Olivia had disabled that feature in favor of a more formal blue and silver pattern.
"Reversion to realspace in 10... 9... 8..." Began the same voice that echoed both through the hallway and within her helmet. Olivia planted her boots firmly upon the deck, activating the mag-lock systems that would anchor her in place and gripping firmly a nearby handle built into the hallway's wall. "3... 2... 1." The voice finished. Olivia lurched slightly as the massive ship became whole once again. "Realspace transition complete." The voice announced. The small screens at the edge of Olivia's vision switched to show her readings from the bridge. She saw the planet, a scrolling number showing their distance from the world of Alderaan as they began their approach. She saw the Clan Vereen ships as they held formation over the planet. And she saw a rapidly growing list of sensor reading of the space and hyperspace around Alderaan. "Alor, we have opened a comm channel with Alor Vereen, as instructed." Came a voice in her ear. The voice of the admiral she had placed in charge of the Mythosaur for the duration of this mission.
"Alor Vereen." Olivia said aloud, her suit's systems relaying her voice through the ship and towards the nearby blockade fleet. "I've brought the Mythosaur and a light escort of Clan Dem'adas ships to join your blockade of Alderaan. I've more ships elsewhere, waiting should they be needed." Olivia explained simply. The man knew enough about ships and tactics that she wouldn't have to go into greater specifics with the man. He'd understand both of the meanings behind her words. Should Draco Vereen find himself in real trouble, Clan Dem'adas would pounce upon whatever threat he faced and end it with vigor and savagery. The second meaning... was that Olivia planned on Alor Vereen's efforts to fail. "In the meantime, unless the Republic finds their spine and sends a fleet, I'm going to visit the Organa's... See for myself if this world's people are worth Mando'ade lives." She said as she entered the massive port hanger of the Mythosaur Carrier.
Moments later, a Bui'tsad-class Corvette launched from the port hanger of the Mythosaur and a squadron of Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighters launched from the starboard. The four Rekali Fighters took up flanking positions ahead of and behind of the larger transport and escorted it on its approach past the blockade and towards the planet.
Location:Cardinal class Corvette - The Astral Deva Objective: Attend Negotiations Allies: [member="Faith Balor-Organa"], [member="Alyesa Organa"], [member="Arianna Organa"], [member="Claire Organa"], [member="Draco Vereen"], Mandalorians Potential Enemies: The Republic Personal Gear: Unarmed
Water slowly trickled over her shoulders, running down along her back, and cascading over her supple breasts as she stood motionless and silent within the refresher. The journey had been long, and now she was preparing herself for what was to come. A small smirk crossed her lips as she thought about [member="Fiore de Noir"], and the small show she had put on for the young woman not too long ago in a similar situation. Now though she was alone, and perhaps it was for the best to ensure that her mind was focused on the reason she was there. Memories flashed within her mind of the world Alderaan, of House Syrush and the day that it was destroyed. Yet more memories flooded her mind, the sight of the planet destroyed by the Galactic Empire.
A soft shiver ran down her spine, pulling her from the horrific memories that filled her mind. It was something that she hated most, the ancient memories that she could never destroy or forget. Permitting a heavy sigh to escape her lips, she rolled her slowly beneath the warm waters, her hands moving over her lithe figure before she shut off the water. Carefully stepping out of the small room, a towel wrapped around her figure, her eyes fell upon the bed.
Before there had been a set of armor, though she didn't feel a need to don such equipment, if this was after all meant as a peaceful negotiations. A heavy groan slipped her lips as she thought about some stupid little trivia she had heard during the years after the Clone Wars, some ditzy Senator talking about 'aggressive negotiations' and she hoped that no one present this day would remark something similar. Running a hand through her wet hair, she pulled the towel from around her figure, leaning her head to the side to dry the trestles of raven black locks. It was then that her eyes caught sight of what she was to wear, and a small smirk crossed her lips before it was quickly replaced with a frown.
The one thing she hated most was that she couldn't wear much in the way of what she enjoyed as others could. Still, she figured that so long as she stuck to the shadows she would be safe, or at least it would be bearable. She could only hope that a seat in some dark corner was available within the room that the meeting would be held; otherwise she'd be having a rather unpleasant time. Those thoughts could be held for that moment, for now, she still needed to ready herself. Pulling the towel from her hair, she finished running the cloth over her bare figure, drying the last remnants of the shower off of her figure.
Slowly her hand ran over the gown before she turned to the undergarments set out to the side. There were times she wondered about some of the female members of the Order, and if they had their own little thoughts about their commander. Thoughts that came up when one was chosen to act as a handmaiden to set out the appropriate attire from time to time. Shaking her head, she pulled the undergarments on, fastening a couple of clasps and checking in the mirror to ensure that nothing would reveal itself. It was only when she was satisfied that she pulled the gown on, her hands running along the front to smooth out any wrinkles.
Within moments the door to the quarters she was utilizing slipped over, revealing the commander as she stood as if in defiance of some order. Her eyes fell upon the two Knight-Errants that stood at attention before she stepped out into the hall. Her motion fluid, almost as if she were a river flowing through the halls of the vessel. As she moved towards the bridge, crew members and Knights of the Order would step from her path, many finding themselves unable to pull their eyes from her figure.
A soft smirk crossed her lips when she felt the vessel drop from hyperspace, her eyes closing for a moment before flashing back open as the doors to the bridge opened. The vessel slowly moving from the black void of space towards the jewel that lain before them, then her eyes fell upon the Mandalorian fleet. Without a second thought the screen was quickly polarized, her hand feeling the slight tinge of the ultraviolet radiation before the bridge was shielded. Stepping forward, her head nodded softly to the officer as he approached.
"We've just exited Hyperspace Ma'am. The Mandalorian Fleet is already in position, and our sensors have picked up additional vessels approaching the world."
"More Mandalorians?"
"Most likely Ma'am. No Republic contacts have been picked up as of yet."
Nodding quietly, she stepped forward before motioning with her hand. The communications officer quickly began to broadcast to the fleet that rest in orbit of the world. The woman took a moment to collect her thoughts before she spoke.
"Mandalorian Fleet, this is the Astral Deva of the Order of the Righteous Flame, carrying Knight-Commander Syrush, Countess of House Syrush of Alderaan and her personal guard, requesting clearance and landing vector."
As the last of the words slipped from between her lips she clasped her hands together before her, lowing her head slightly. Her eyes closed as she appeared to be in deep thought. For her she was merely listening, waiting for the response.
Location: Outside Throne Room, Royal Palace, New Aldera Allies: Galactic Republic, Enemies: N/A Objective: Meet with Alderaanian representatives for peaceful negotiations. Gear:
1 x Independent Fighter Wing (8 x 16 man squadrons)
128 x Augury Droid Fighters - 384 meters
*All crewmen in capital ships possess a Bio-comm unit.
Total: 2104 meters
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Grand Total: 2,244/20,000 meters
In a short time, Suravi found herself back on Alderaan, to finally settle longstanding issues between the Organas and the central government of the Republic. She had arrived in the system ahead of the main delegation, having come from her home planet of Kiribi. Even as a Republic Senator, the former Kiribian President still found herself heavily involved in local matters. Last time, she had come on her own personal yacht with minimal security, but she had traded her personal vessel and hastily assembled security detail for a corvette, the Severn, and a real military unit. She came to Alderaan with peaceful intentions, but she was still prepared for the worst
After checking in with Alderaanian air control, her corvette landed at their designated landing pad, and then she swiftly disembarked to take an Alderaanian motorcade to the palace. Only her trusty Jedi bodyguard Arisa would be present to accompany her for security. Shortly after the motorcade sped away from the spaceport, several Harvester droids and Wasp droids would exit the hangar of the corvette to establish a defensive perimeter. Inside the hangar, flights of Augury fighters hovered in place, ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. The crewmen kept the shields and weapon systems of the corvette primed for a rapid response.
At the palace, she stood at the entrance of the throne room, awaiting the appearance of all her colleagues from the Senate and Jedi Enclave. When she did enter, she would leave Arisa to tend to her purse outside with all the other armed fellows likely to appear, which contained her Bio-Comm enabled communicator.
For now, there was nothing to do but wait. Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long for the rest of the delegation to appear. The sooner the Republic settled with Alderaan the better. Personally, she felt everyone would be better in allowing Alderaan complete independence without resistance. Fortunately, most of her colleagues seemed to be of the same mind. Now with the Kiribians possessing their own access to phrik, she wasn't all that concerned about Alderaan being stingy with its mineral supplies. She wouldn't lose any sleep if she never saw the Organas again after this conference.
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Several light years outside of the Alderaanian system, a Kiribian battlegroup slipped back into real space at their designated rendezvous point. This position put them within a few minutes journey to Alderaan by hyperspace, close enough that they couldn't be tied up by any enemy interdictors lurking in the region. Until the conclusion of the conference or a rescue call by Senator Teigra, they would remain in the area.
The crews of the battlegroup were in constant communication with the Severn, updating their tactics as new information was provided. New developments were then in turn disseminated to their droid forces. The Kiribians were familiar with the composition of Vereen's fleet, but they planned the likelihood of more reinforcements materializing for the Mandalorians if fighting did break out.
Location: In a ship. Soon to be in a hangar
Objective: Wouldn't believe me if I told you
Gear: A knife, a scribe with a data pad, durasteel toe combat boots, sarcastic wit, a good cigar, a bad lighter.
Vehicle: A boring civilian transport
Allies: The Republic, hopefully [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Enemies: Hopefully not [member="Draco Vereen"]
(OOC: due to time dilation via plot, I aim to not arrive much sooner than the other people involved. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause)
Sept nodded. "Thank you for the flight path. Will stay en route, please feel free to offer any questions," he said with a smile. He made a signal to one of his friends, Tigress, the genius pilot and speedy little brat of the group. She'd happily drive into hell. Sadly, this was worse. It was politics. He sighed as he noted the landing path. Straightforward, into a nice little hangar within spitting distance of the palace. Good. Didn't want to waste much time.
The truth was, he never had a plan. He'd wait for Sparrow and the others to show up and do the talking. He'd do this his way, with his usually routine. Wait observe, find his moment, take his opportunity, then smile. Then get decked, probably. Honestly, for a 17 year old clone with more metal in his body than good sense in his brain, it was a miracle he'd gotten this far. But hey, in for a chit, in for the whole ten-credit lunch special. Besides, he needed answers. From Faith, from Alyesa. He wanted this to come from the horse's mouth. And if the Mandalorians weren't playing fair or square here, he'd get answers on that, as well.
His team for this was small, but frankly, he'd stick with Poet and himself. The remaining members would stay on the ship. Tigress and Laughingstock, the lovable scamps, would stay on board the ship and keep the engines warm--there was a chance speedy evac would be necessary if this all went pear-shaped. That was an odd expression. Pear-shaped. What the feth was so dangerous about the curvature of a pear? I mean, it didn't hurt more than a apple thrown at your head. Or falling on it. Although, as a rule, the fruit was typically less dangerous than the skull it landed on. Save for coconuts. Coconuts were definitely the conspiracy of some higher power to impart as many concussions on drunk beachgoers as humanly possible. Nick wondered if there were any coconuts on the beaches of Alderaan. He'd heard is was mostly a temperate and evergreen world, though. So probably no coconuts. But a snowy beach could be nice, with the right company.
The ship went more gracefully than a piece of fruit, following the flight path seamlessly. Sept awaited further orders regarding landing in the hangar. "Will a security team wish to meet me?" He asked politely. "I understand if y'all feel the need to take measures, although I've no intention of violence. Unless you do harm to another senator. Then I might have to do something dramatic. But I doubt any of us are that out of sorts...." he said, his tone less formal or guarded then one would expect fro a foreign diplomat. At heart, he was still a country boy from...well, that was kinda classified, but he definitely wasn't a cosmopolitan wonder kid like these folks. Folksy and somewhat jocular was the main persona of the young Senator, and it would stay as such until it was time to do serious things. Or not. Hooray for moody cyborg addicts.
Location: Alderaan - Juran Mountains Objective: Overwatch - and poker? Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] Enemies: Galactic Republic Forces and allies Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Gear and ship in Bio and signature + Myrkr Rifle | Ammunition: Coin shot + Ori'Shuk
Alderaan was such a beautiful world. Even though it had a past littered with battle after battle. And here now were the United Clans of Mandalore. they had come at the request of the sovereign leaders of Alderaan , and were intent on providing aid and defense during the Alderaanians' time of need. To be blunt, this certainly wasn't the type of deployment she'd expected following the events at Roche. But, she wasn't about to argue. Honestly, she hoped they could resolve the situation peacefully.
Whether they actually could or not - remained to be seen. And given the events of Roche, Anija was a bit doubtful of that. Only time would tell. And time was something she had an abundance of. Taking a moment to adjust the Myrkr rifle against her shoulder, Anija squinted into the scope. Though, she really didn't have to. Doing so did help ANNE focus in on what Anija was looking at. The grounds of the Royal Palace to be precise. And, they were bustling with activity. Here and there across the sensor scan which floated in front of her, she spotted the transponder on several Mandalorians.
Many had volunteered to help protect and prepare the Alderaanian forces for the arrival of the Republic. While Alderaan's military was small compared to some, the vode had felt that it was best to be prepared. And their numbers had been bolstered by those of the Mandalorian forces which had been on station for weeks already. It wasn't so much a blockade of the system, but more a show of intent. Alderaan had requested aid.... and the Mandalorians had answered. How could they not? Some might feel that the Mandalorians had no business in the system, but it was quite the opposite. They had every right to be there, as many Mandalorians had familial ties to the houses of Alderaan.
Shaking her head slightly at that train of thought, Anija sighed softly. Sure, she was good at negotiating, but for now, she was content to remain where she was, and watch. And watch she would. They would. Arrbi was with her as well. They'd found a nice little hiding spot on the edge of the Juran Mountains, which gave them an excellent vantage point to see the happenings going on at the palace itself. And hopefully, they'd be able to lend a hand should things go south.
For now though, they would wait. It was all they could do. There was no telling what would happen, or if Alderaan would indeed be successful in it's efforts to secede from the Galactic Republic. Frowning in thought, Anija again checked the view through her rifle scope before setting the weapon down and turning to Arrbi. "So... there's no telling how long we'll be stuck up here." She muttered a few words and rifled through the pack of supplies she'd brought. Rations and other items. Including a deck of cards. She grinned. "Want to play cards to pass the time?"
Location: Entering Alderaanian Space Allies: Diplomacy Enemies: Hostility Equipment: A very nicely tailored suit, a very expensive pen that will write upside or in zero gee, polished shoes, an excellent haircut, a winning smile, the desire for peace
A warp in space grew and expanded into a non-descript unsubbed diplomatic vessel moving at low velocity towards Alderaan. The hyperspace exit was large enough to alert anyone in the system to the ships presence, but a quick scan of the ship would show it to be a diplomatic envoy. The weapons ports that come standard on many such diplomatic vessels were welded shut, quality welds to anyone who had metallurgic experience. The ship was a burnished bronze in color, with the seal of the Galactic Republic centered on the dorsal hull of the ship, then the seals of Arkania and the Justice Ministry smaller and off center to either side. Despite many not knowing exactly who he was, it would be obvious after a quick search on the holonet to know that Khyros Sunblade, Senator of Arkania and Minister of Justice for the Galactic Republic had arrived. Along with the weapons being essentially disabled, both externally and internally, the shields were all down except for the deflector shield that allows quick transit through space without risking particles ramming through the ship at high speeds.
The ship approached slowly, running silently except for it's beacon for a few minutes, letting everyone get a good look at it, then the pilot called out to the blockading Mandalorian fleet.
"This is Republic Diplomatic Vessel Scaith to Mandalorian fleet. We have Senator Khyros Sunblade aboard, looking to entreat with the Royal Family of Alderaan, the Organas. What vector would you like our approach to be on?" The pilot spoke with professionalism and respect.
Location: Near HOK system. Allies: The Republic Enemies: None
Willam Forlon sat at his desk monitoring data now coming in from his operative on Alderaan. He had not agreed with the operation in any way. The world should have just been left to it's own governance and allowed to leave the republic. There was no place for disloyal citizens and the Republic Senate's need to see them remain was a futile mission. A worlds government should be free to do as it wants as long as its will is aligned with the majority of its populace. As far as Forlon knew this was the case. The Republics delegation to the world and its safety was his only concern. He would not take the military into the system and had said as much to anyone who had asked. His job was not to press the Republics will. He was there to defend its worlds and its people and as he saw it Alrderaan was not one any longer.
"Supreme Commander" came the voice of his aid from outside his room. The man had been told to let Willam know when the last of Task Force Freedom had arrived. Willam assumed this was why the man was interpreting him.
"Yes Colonel, Come in." Said Forlon as he watched the door slide open and the human colonel walk in. Colonel Dodry had been with him for a long while now. Since he had been a Colonel in fact. The man was loyal and bright and Willam had appreciated the mans ability to be a pain in his ass and helpful at the same time. He had never been afraid to disagree with Forlon and make his feelings known even at the risk of angering Willam. The officer walked in and sat as Willam motioned for him to take a chair across the desk from him. He straightened his uniform then spoke.
"Sir, shouldn't we be in system making sure the blockaiding fleet does not attempt anything?" ask Colonel Dodry. Forlon grimaced a bit and looked up from what he had been reading at the officer. He tried to gauge the mans intent in the question. He knew very well why Forlon had not ordered forces into the system. Forlon had insisted none move anywhere near the system. The force he had assembled near HOK was the closest force to the world and he had no plans on it getting closer for any reason. He looked over his aid one last time before remarking.
"No Colonel, We should not. The world of Alderaan is not the Republics military's concern. If we are needed there I will be informed. We are only three hours jump from Alderaan and I am confident our security detail there can see to keeping the delegates safe. It is not the job of the military to force any issue with the Alderaan government or the Mandalorian forces. It is our job to protect the worlds loyal to the Republic and the citizens of those worlds. To that end we will sit here and wait to hear from the delegation and guard the loyal worlds near Alderaan from any force which moves against them." Forlon said in his normal stern and grumpy voice. He knew the man was pushing his buttons. Testing him and his resolve. The colonel nodded and smiled.
"Very well, I thought that would be your answer. I believe we will have word by the end of the day as to the outcome of the delegations mission. Also the last of the task force is assymbled and awaiting your orders sir," said Dodry. Forlon nodded and returned a salute the colonel had offered. The man turned and walked out of the room and Willam watched as the door slide shut and he was left to the tedious chore of reading reports. He shook his head as he thought about what was going on in the Republic. There is much work to do, he though. And he knew it would be a job he was not prepared for. The galaxy was on the precipitous edge of darkness once again and the Republic was being pulled into that darkness kicking and screaming. It was up to him and the few Republic members who could do something to save it. If it could be saved at all.
The time has come. Alderaan has stated her desire to secede from the Galactic Republic, and the Republic has come to dispute the notion. While the Senate has agreed to grant the separatist system it's wish, it was still a less than favorable outcome. To Gael, the matter was already decided. The regent of Alderaan had requested the presence of the United Clans of Mandalore to protect them - that in itself was enough to show that Alderaan had no intention of returning to the Republic. There was no trust, no faith on the part of Alderaanian's ruling party. It was a shame and foolish move, Gael thought, that a ruler would separate her system from a symbiotic relationship with the Republic because of the actions of an individual, an individual the Republic had charged with war crimes.
Secession is one thing, but requesting the presence of a hostile faction for protection is another. It's a betrayal. It was a dishonor, an ungrateful shun of a partner who's taken a great interests in the system. Gael understood looking out for their own, but this extended far beyond that. This was a statement. But it was not Gael's place to judge, only to parlay. Entering with a decided mind would not assist in negotiations, though they would require two open minds - something Alderaan did not seem to have, proven by the strong Mandalorian presence.
"Senator.", Gael greeted as he entered the cockpit of the ship. "What is our progress?"
Location: The Azura's Star, Chwaza
Allies: GR
Enemies: Mandalorians
Reen heard the noise of someone approaching the ship, and then the sound of the GPS. He quickly jumped up from his seat, before making his way to the loading ramp. Outside he saw a blind man waiting there. He walked up to the man, and, after looking him over, spoke.
"I'm guessing you're [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"], from what I'm told, you're supposed to be at Alderaan for some peace talks. Well, we'd best get on our way." He then motioned for him to enter, before remembering he was blind and instead tapping his foot on the ramp.
Location: Space Gear: Signature Objective: I'm doing stuff Allies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Alyesa Organa"] Enemies: GR
The stars, like pin pricks on a black canvas shone through the view screen Draco Vereen stood inspecting. The transparent screen showed out into space from the bridge of the Alor-class Dreadnought he stood on, inspecting schematics for the defense of Mandalore and its territories. He had much work to do to see to each system's defense, but for now he had two that were very important to him, and he had seen to it to acquire schematics to an older design, much smaller than what he envisioned ArmaTech would build. The Ara'novor-class currently sat in front of him, as he clicked and took notes. He wasn't a starship designer, but he did like give the people who would actually design and build the station a list of requirements. He felt the need to be informed on the situation.
"Commander, additional ships have arrived. Both are claiming diplomatic tags. Nothing crazy, but one is a warship, a small corvette." The Sensor control officer's voice buzzed across the bridge. Today there was significant heat in the traffic from the Republic. Perhaps they had gotten wind of Mandalore's intention to annex Alderaan. Alderaan needed protection, and the Mandalorian clans were providing it as though in spite of the former Supreme Commander who had used thug tactics to encroach on civil liberties and force beneficial terms with injured planets like Manaan. No, Alderaan's nobles had seen what would become of them if they resisted the Republic alone, and they had called for help. And Mandalore had answered. There were familial ties that bound the worlds together, and there were strategic benefits for Mandalore, and practical benefits for the Alderaanians. "And there is a small Alderaanian Corvette. IFF confirms and data analysis supports."
"I won't have it be closer to the planet than our Haran'uliiks. Have it park in low orbit with our back line between it and the planet. I won't allow it to run past us and strafe the planet." Draco's voice was cold and calm, somewhat distracted. He was monitoring for danger throughout the system as best as he could, his sense stretched thin, but he could feel the little familiar light. He could tell she was happy and pleased with her circumstances, at least for now. He couldn't tell right where she was, but the continent she was on. Good. "Let the Alderaanian ship past, but keep eyes on it. Send them a flight path to a space port."
"Yes sir, transmitting orders now."
::Attention Republic Delegates. Ships are to follow provided flight paths to given points. Combat ship is to remain in orbit, its delegate may disembark via shuttle along provided Flight path. Do not deviate from provided flight path.:: [member="Khyros Sunblade"] [member="Suravi Teigra"]
The coordinates put it out of defensive weapon range for the back line, leaving it away from the main force, stuck off alone it worst came to worst.
::Attention Countess Syrush, please proceed to New Aldera Space port and please keep weapons locked in aft position to show non hostility. Welcome back.:: [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]
Her message was much more polite, sent in close beam so that it would be less likely to be heard by the Republic diplomatic vessels. Alderaanian nobles arriving could be good, but again Royal intrigue was never good. That was why Clan Vereen had provided the additional security to the throne room.
"Lots of diplomats coming in. They are rather desperate or they are planning something. Move us to yellow, and keep hands at their ready stations, active at battle stations. Rearrange the fleet with Clan Dem'adas. Pattern Zetta." He turned back to the schematics, barely registering the changes as the Alor moved about, shifting its position with the Mighty Mythosaur itself, the Flagship of the United Clans. The Alor-class adjusted itself ahead of the Mythosaur, letting the Skira move above it, Keldebe-type 2 Battleships to either side and below with barely overlapping fields of defense fire. Behind them the Guardian-class sat above the Mythosuar with a pair of Ewar frigates to either side and just ahead.
Location: Entering Alderaanian Space Allies: Diplomacy Enemies: Hostility Equipment: A very nicely tailored suit, a very expensive pen that will write upside or in zero gee, polished shoes, an excellent haircut, a winning smile, the desire for peace
Gael bar Ammon said:
"Senator.", Gael greeted as he entered the cockpit of the ship. "What is our progress?"
Khyros turned and offered a smile and a nod to the man who stepped into the cockpit.
"We are in the Alderaan system, approaching the Mandalorian blockade." He spoke, though a voice over the intership radio burbled up before he could continue.
Draco Vereen said:
::Attention Republic Delegates. Ships are to follow provided flight paths to given points. Combat ship is to remain in orbit, its delegate may disembark via shuttle along provided Flight path. Do not deviate from provided flight path.::
"And, now we are on our way to Alderaan proper." He turned to the pilot for a moment. "Do not so much as deviate from the path an inch. No need to let trigger happy people have a free target." Which had also been why he'd had the weapons on the ship welded closed and the firing controls detached. They were meant to ward off pirate anyway. No, weapons would not help them in this case, though Khyros was mildly wistful for the days he spent with rifle in hand. He turned back to [member="gael bar ammon"], "I do not know if we will be dealing with any Mandalorians when we get there, aside from Faith. Most likely we'll be meeting with the Queen, Faith, and/or Alyesa. Any of those three wield more power here on Alderaan than I do in the greater Republic, or even on Arkania. We need to keep that in mind. Do you have any suggestions in case we come across Mandalorian diplomats?"
Location: Skies of Alderaan
Enemies: unknown
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] and other unknowns
[SIZE=12pt]Crevasse City wondrous Faith looked out from the very first level, six hours of natural daylight.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]And a view of the canyon that was stunning. She could live here, she could do many things here help the occupants, travel to New Aldera City. And if she lived her it would bring in others.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She looked over, “I’d like to reserve two of these upper level units, I’d like to reside here, make this my home away from the palace”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Everyone nodded and smiled, it wasn’t like they wouldn’t. She nodded, “let’s go look at the geothermal” This would require going all the way to the canyon floor.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]A wonder of technology that would use the natural heating and cooling of the Canyon for the residents above. Far above.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“This has been a lot of hard work you all deserve to be proud of yourselves and how that will affect the people of Alderaan.” People were returning, but still not as many as hoped. Homes made on other planets had become stability and safety people were afraid. Who could blame them?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Well I have to get home we have visitors coming” Faith traveled back up to the top of the canyon. “I will be back again soon, check on progress. But I see no reason why you can’t start selling the units.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Faith looked over to where the thranta she rode in waited. This was one of the pair from Bespin and she was hoping it would survive, so far it had some sickness but had recovered.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Putting on her riding gloves, and her goggles, pulling on her bomber type jacket, over her riding clothes Faith mounted the creature. “Can you send a message that I am enroute back?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She nodded her thanks and took off.[/SIZE]
"All I'm saying is that you are a guest here, isn't it custom to bring a gift? I'm still learning more about humanity and it appears from what I've read it is polite to bring an offering to your host." The AI said as the woman made her way into the palace.
"Seems rather primitive to me, offerings." The AI paused and began to scan the structures and people around her.
Mandalorians, and a lot of them were dressed in full combat armor during a diplomatic meeting. She felt rather under dressed for it to be frank and was relieved that she couldn't be seen by them, after all a bare foot blue hologram wearing a sundress might be slightly distracting for the delegation of people summoned here.
But with her eyes on the mandos the woman began to target and highlight each of them pointing out where their weapons were along with statistics on them via the holonet. It would allow Keira to know exactly what she was up against and how to exploit their weaknesses if the tone of the conversation changed to aggressive negotiations. It was just a precaution and apparently the mandos were all about taking them by the looks of the heat they were packing.
"They look tense, perhaps a joke is in order? I can pull up some if you wish. Or I can translate any dialogue between them." Thalia finished talking for now and would let Keira go about her talks.
Location: Outside the Throne Room Objective: Negotiations Allies: The Republic Potential Enemies: Unknown
Jack Sparrow, Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, stood quietly outside the Throne Room of Alderaan. "Lovely day," he said to all within earshot. "Think they'll let us in soon? I'm a rather important person, you know. Supreme Chancellor," he added in a whisper. If anything was bothering the sometime-pirate, it was impossible to see from his current demeanor. For all he appeared, Jack may simply be stopping by to relax and play digotto with other visiting dignitaries.
Location: Space Objective: Land Allies: Republic Enemies: None at the moment
The Antilles-class CorvetteShadow of Corvus exited hyperspace outside of the Mandalorian armada that was currently blockading the world of Alderaan.
"Shields up, weapons hot!" her captain exclaimed.
"Belay that," said the armored figure behind him. This was a Jedi Order vessel, and he had authority over that of the Captain, so it was alright. "Shields up, but keep the weapons powered down. We are not here to fight, and the Mandalorians have a tendency to be jumpy. So does the Republic. Let's not give them a reason to be."
The captain skewed his face up, but shrugged and then nodded to his crew. Regardless of what the man thought, it was a true assessment. Mandalorians were warriors. Any excuse for a fight was generally good enough for them. And given the recent issue at Roche caused by the Republic, it was safe to say that they weren't necessarily any better. So why, then, was Barrien coming to Alderaan now? Why would he, a Jedi that supported no government, have a stake in this? Truthfully, he didn't. His presence was largely meant to serve as a peacekeeper, or as a neutral third party. Despite being part Echani, he had no distaste for Mandalorians.
"Broadcast the Jedi Order IFF. No doubt they've heard of our Grandmaster leaving us for the New Jedi Order, and they may have heard we no longer exist, but we do so long as I and those of like mind continue to exist. Let the Mandalorians know that we're serving as a diplomatic and peacekeeping envoy from the order, we wish them no harm, and would like to land if permissible. Then relay a message to the Alderaanians of our presence and indicate that, if possible, I would like to speak with the Queen or one of her representatives, though I can certainly wait if necessary."
The communications officer nodded and began the first of the transmissions to the Mandalorians. Barrien backed off so he was out of the way, and let the crew do their thing.
Location: Palace Courtyard --> Outside the Throne Room Objective Allies: [member="Miss Blonde"] (Thalia), figuratively everyone Neutral: [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"] Enemies: Hopefully no one Gear: Kalso's Revenge (signature), lightsaber
Drawing a breath, Keira had to restrain herself from shifting her hand towards either weapon as theirs came briefly to rest on those they carried openly. It was warrior's instinct, one that had been carefully honed, and now she had to do what she could to suppress it, at least for a little while. "I know just as much about this as you do, and I'm on both sides. The only 'politics' I care about at this point are the ones that make sure nobody gets shot at. I'll leave the talking to the Senators." That didn't mean she wouldn't add her own input if she deemed it necessary, but more than anything she wanted to see this whole mess done and over with so she didn't have to worry about potentially sending her men to war again.
At the comment made by the other she couldn't help but crack a smile and laugh quietly, shaking her head. "Unfortunately for you I'm not a Jedi." And she would leave it at that, instead taking her time to look over the display Thalia had granted her, thankful for the stand-in HUD that manifested via the contacts. Just as them she had a readout of information accessible by her alone, and the playing field was leveled. It didn't compare to the security her typical helmet and armor afforded, but it was the best option at the moment. The next time I'm coming armored, whether they like it or not. It's better than this. No matter what information Thalia was able to access, phrik plating was always the best defense.
As much as she wanted to reply to all the AI had to say, which could be interpreted as not being very much at all, she instead branched out through the Force to touch gently on the presence of the one that had been the first to speak. Just like her own it resided on neither side of the spectrum, though there was a different quality to it she couldn't quite place. At once it was more refined and yet just as defiantly existent as her own, but she had no doubt he was powerful in his own right. Drawing away from the ethereal she focused again on the present as they neared the throne room, nodding to [member="Jack Sparrow"] out of nothing more than respect but otherwise remaining silent. Hopefully this would come to a favorable close soon.
The reconciled Field Marshal stood proud and tall with a platoon of Warriors within the parameters of the courtyard of the Aldera Royal Palace. Ever since Draco set up defenses and established numerous of units at the Royal Palace and other major points of interest on Alderaan they prowled the streets and valleys with a vigilant eye, making sure that no uninvited foreigner was on the soil that he stood as of now. They weren't the military police of this world or had any powers of marshal law vested in him. They acted like any other military force and allowed the rare domestic cases be handled by the Alderaanian police enforcers. It was a real shame that the Republic Military didn't contest the Clans of Mandalore for this system that was one of the vertebrae bones that still held the corrupted and degrading Galactic Republic that was considered as a joke to the senators and politicians of the Galactic Republic.
And now the members of the Senate were pleading and imploring the Nobles of Alderaan to come back to the cause of the Republic. So ironic to see this turn of events.
"If I were the queen, I'd get these damn delegates outta my face and tell 'em to go vent themselves in space," the Redneck said to his fellow brothers and sisters in arm who didn't doubt his reasoning and agreed with him, not because he was a superior officer to them but because it was common sense and the truth. However, the people of Alderaan had qualities such immaculate qualities such as having manners and hearing out to any voice despite their affiliations, race, and species. Qualities that they were taught and lived up to this very day. Qualities that Vilaz didn't had in him nor cared to have as he was rude and indifferent to people such as the Republic Delegation that were coming to set foot on this symbolic world of peace and hope.
Arianna could feel her teeth grinding as she remembered.Yes…and now they want to come. Sure they do. Well let them come, let them make their case against the evidence that they had gathered over years.
Also, [member="Reen Lorgon"], just RP naturally. I'm going to skip ahead and say I'm there. I don't want there to be any unintentional lag. People might accuse me of being late. D:
Location: Space Port --- Royal Palace Objective: Unshowered and unshaven 60's Peace ,bro... Allies: [member="Jack Sparrow"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Khyros Sunblade"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] | [member="Nick Sept"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Lady Kay"] Enemies: Injustice dispensed out of the barrel of a coward's weapon Mandos
During the trip, Matthew checked his bags. One bag, in particular, held his night suit and Blind Man's Hand. He kept those two pieces hidden under other objects. It was not his intention to bring this with him. He would leave it here with the rest of his gear. He made sure to pay Reen a bit extra for allowing him to have a key to get back in and collect his stuff when he needed to.
(I hope that's okay with you, Reen. If not, let me know. Also, we're allowed to skip the trouble of going through the process of waiting for Draco to let us through the blockade. However, we're not allowed to release the Vong Horde once we touch down. D^: )
He stepped out onto Alderaan ground for the first time in his life. The weather was very pleasant. The air was clean, compared to most city planets that he visited. It filled him with determination (#UndertaleReference). A sense of happiness started to fill his beaten heart and it made him genuinely smile for no apparent reason. He rapped his walking stick twice against the ground and set off at a walking pace. The stick alternated from left to right as he made his way to the Palace...Well, technically, he was just stretching his legs. It was only now that his GPS had the prompt to switch over to map data of Alderaan.
After a couple of minutes, his GPS spouted directions and he had to make a U-turn, as he had been going the opposite direction by chance. Finally, he was in the Palace. He could hear and sense people milling around. Most of them were unfamiliar. He could sense the surrounding architecture, but its beauty was lost upon his unseeing eyes. This added a melancholy drop to his otherwise happy mood. Eventually, he realized that he was truly lost in this large place. The next person who came within close distance of him, he would stop, put up a hand in their general direction and ask,
"Excuse me, but do you know where the Republic diplomats are gathering for the negotiations?"
(This last bit is an invite for anyone to meet Matthew and guide him to where the party is. It'd be really cool if it'd be a PC, but I'll settle for an NPC to guide me if no one acts on it.)
Location: Royal Palace (Courtyard), Aldera following Isley inside the Palace Allies: [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] @Mandos Neutral: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] Enemies: N/A
A scoundrel grew with the notion that his life was always in danger. Such a notion made a person cautious and quite capable at noticing little things and reading situations. Commander Keira Ticon was certainly not wearing that lightsaber for show, Zef justified that with the very slight change in her body language. She seemed as ready as both Isley and Zef seemed, although she was quite capable at hiding that.
That was the scary part.
Two decades ago, Zef would have not been able to catch that and he might've ended up in a very dangerous situation. Those that were able to conceal their actions and skills were those that were most capable of inflicting damage. The tension the Mandalorian had noticed seemed to disperse into thin air. The woman's body language had only showed readiness for just a second and quite subtly, it was all gone. At least to the naked eye.
She had turned to his comment about bathrobes after sharing her opinion regarding politics which seemed quite similiar to what Isley had earlier stated. A sneer appeared on his face which was hidden by his Mandalorian helmet. Commander Keira Ticon was a Corellian. Or she had grow up there or amongst Corellians or she was good at faking accents. Zef would still risk it.
"Unfortunate, indeed. A Corellian with a lightsaber is a much more unfortunate turn of events." The scoundrel said sarcastically to the younger woman.
As they all proceeded towards where the negotiations were supposedely to take place, following Isley, Zef heard the agressive tone of an unknown to him Field Marshal. That Field Marshal's attitude, even just being able to see it for a few moments, reminded the ex-smuggler of the Mandalorians two decades ago. Ferocious. Shooting first and asking questions - never.
Inside they neared the throne room when a long-haired man seemed to be muttering something to himself. Supreme Chancellor, he had said. If what Zef had heard, and that man actually was the Supreme Chancellor then Zef truly had missed a lot for two decades away from the galaxy. He couldn't believe that a man he had possibly played sabacc in some dirty Outer Rim cantina was the leader of the Galactic Republic. Maybe Zef actually had a chance to become Dark Lord of the Sith.
"Sabacc tables ain't here, Chancellor, though I wish them to be." Zef spoke towards the seemingly relaxed Supreme Chancellor with a sarcastic tone and looked at [member="Isley Verd"] expecting him to chuckle.
"I guess you got a shot at being Supreme Chancellor too these days, Isley."
