And Mandalore will Answer [Mandalorian Invasion of GR Alderaan]

[James Mathison]

Location: Enroute to the surface
Objective: Keep the peace
Allies: [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Keira Ticon"], and The Republic
Neutral: No idea
Enemies: None yet
Gear: in Bio

Amidst a puddle jumper of Republic dignitaries who were looking to score points with their Senate supporters, James awaited entrance to the planets surface. It was dangerous to come in this way, especially if he was found out to be a Jedi. It was winter on the planet, thankfully, so a heavily robed citizen wasn't suspicious when the wind chill almost hit the teens. It would take some time, but he was supposed to rendezvous with a known supporter of the Republic and of Peace. James was hoping the Master Jedi was expecting him, but it was too risky to send a TK message, the Mandalorians were known to have powerful users in their ranks. Becoming their own Force powerhouse accompanied by their renowned bad attitude towards Jedi.

It would be a few minutes until they would be able to eak by as the Mando fleet would hopefully be distracted by the Republics response to the dangerous chess game. In that time, James focused all of his power into Force Suppression. He wasn't looking to set off any radars just yet. And thankfully, almost none of the Jedi in the Republic nor the Users of the Mandos knew his signature. It would be his ticket to anonymity.

As the jumper slowly approached atmosphere, it was likely that their ship would come upon any radar screen in the system, but being of little tactical value to either side, hopefully the Mandalorians would wait to investigate until it had landed safely on the ground.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Juran Mountains
Enemies – Unknown
Allies: Mandalorians, Alderaan Nobles
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]

Faith was beginning to slow the temperature had dropped further and the snow storm was beginning its assault upon the mountain side. She lifted her hands to her face trying to cover her eyes to see.

The snow was getting deeper, Faith laughed and cried at the same time. “I’m going to die out here in the snow. I don’t want to die like this.” She shook her head each step was more than uncomfortable now, now it was pain. Pain that radiated from the very soles of her feet to her chest that with each breath served as a reminder to the pain she endured with each move.

Another few steps moving so slowly, “I can’t stop either, stopping I’ll surely die..” Death was a lingering figure watching from a far off place wondering would today be the day he got to claim the Princess of Alderaan.

She tried to control the chatter of her teeth as she moved the energy to clamp her jaws down as her face froze if any indication to just how cold it had become.

Another step and an odd sound came from beneath her feet. Faith looked but did not see anything she thought she should be concerned about. She took another step and it happened again. “What’s that?” she asked no one. She stood there thinking, looking and listening nothing more made a sound she took another step.

A sudden sense of panic filled her, she started to try to move faster and with each step the sound followed her haunting her movements until the moment it caught her and swallowed her whole, Faith disappeared beneath the snow.

The deep snow hides so much and it can only take so much weight, the thin layer of ice that had formed across the opening had been enough for a few steps, but not many and then the added weight of the snow it could not hold it and Faith. Faith had fallen into one of the openings of the mountain.

The rock walls lined with phrik, and other metals native to Alderaan rose up taking captive its prize and now slowly filling with snow. Faith lay at the bottom unconscious covered in a blanket of white, red, and pink completely unaware and now hidden from direct line of sight and in time covered with snow and losing body heat she would become more difficult to find. She moaned softly having broken a few bones on her fall and the final blow to her head the crack unheard by any human ear.

Deep red blood seeped out hues of scarlet and pink fanned out adding the lifeblood of the Alderaan Princess to Alderaan itself.

It was now only a matter of time, if she was not found she would die.

 

[Xian Neet]

LOCATION: Tirahnn
ENEMIES: Mandalorians
ALLIES: The Republic, The Resistance

Xian sat as his desk on Tirahnn. Resistance pilots were probably going to aid The Republic. There was no way that the already crumbling Republic could let the Mandalorians take over Alderaan. If Alderaan wanted to leave the Republic, couldn't they do it peacefully?

These were dark times. Chaos everywhere. It seemed like you couldn't even trust your own allies, and sometimes you can trust your own enemies. But, Xian hated Mandalorians. He hated anyone who opposed the Republic. It was the original government that was always meant to govern the galaxy!



[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Arianna Organa"]
[member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Gael bar Ammon]

Location: Alderaan, Throne Room
Allies: Galactic Republic - [member="Khyros Sunblade"], [member="Jack Sparrow"]
Neutral: [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Arianna Organa"]
Enemies: None
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Nothing of note

Gael's pragmatic comment had apparently caused great offense to the queen. The only way he could even tell she was the queen was because of others paying their respects. As far as Gael was concerned, she hadn't earned his yet. It did not excuse him from behaving poorly however. The queen's gripe apparently had to do with his use of the word 'resources', which perplexed Gael. The way she carried herself as she approached Gael gave him the impression that she was a woman with an ego, or at least an immense sense of pride, one eager to assert her authority if need to be to remind Gael of his place.

When she initially bit back, he was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected to be talked to in such a hostile manner, at least not right away. This had only confirmed his suspicions. She already had her mind made up.
She then notioned for everyone to take their seats. Gael complied, taking a seat on the Republic side of the table. As he moved to his chair to be seated, he rebutted the queen's comments.
"Your majesty...", he began. His tone was almost pleading, yet had a certain degree of fervor to it. "Let's not jump to conclusions. I have no problem spending money. When I say we don't have the resources, that's exactly what I meant. Ships, people, protection...", Gael began. Did he really want to start with an accusation-esque assertion? He did. It needed to be said. "The Mandalorian blockade, and by association, you, severely limited what we could bring into the system. We're simply not equipped to stage a search and rescue operation at this time." He sat and moved his seat forward. The senator from Alderaan was an adult. Did she really need a babysitter? Did Gael dare go on the offensive? No, he would not let his pride get in the way of the mission at hand. "Surely you must understand.", Gael said sincerely, truly hoping she would. He leaned forward and left it at that. He was ready for discussions that would be somewhat productive. He was ready for negotiations.

 

[Arianna Organa]

Location: Throne roome
Enemies - unknown
allies - Mandalorians, Alderaan Nobles

[member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Jack Sparrow"]

Arianna smiled, of course, "Did you arrive on a ship? Does it have a pilot? Did any of your delegates bring guards that wait on said ship? How about you yourself, did you bring yourself? All of these things could easily be offered whoever you are." Seen how he had still rudely not introduced himself.

She looked at Jack again, "At least the Supreme Chancellor offered to stop the proceedings so that we could look, you sir however. Offer only an offense first by going nameless, and second by your insinuation that there is nothing the Republic could do to help." She sat there now looking at him solely this nameless individual. Who if he were here on his own she would have thrown out of the Palace already.

"You do know whoever you are that one of the reasons you are here is because another Senator, Senator [member="Lady Kay"] made a remark as well about funding, that too was taken as Alderaan lives do not matter. Only credits only resources. The Republic has a history that shows that to them Alderaan does not matter, only what can be gleaned from it." Now she sat back.

As for her daughter needing a babysitter, if she could have heard his thoughts, she would remind him that Faith is the Minister of Intelligence for the Republic, her disappearance could be more than just a disappearance, considering her unwavering dedication to duty, her not showing on time. A serious breach of her habits.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Alderaan - Juran Mountains
Objective: Overwatch - and poker?
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic Forces and allies
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Scoped Myrkr Rifle, Chaavla Revolver, Ori'shuk ammunition in speed loaders, standard and armor piercing ammunition, Shuk'buy'ce and Cabur be Mando'ade

Betna looked up from his spot in their small sniper's nest and spotted the pack of cards his wife hefted. There wasn't much for him to do down in the city and since his wife had figured she'd be a better help keeping an eye on things going on in the city, here they were. It was a bit odd for Betna, he wasn't used to working with partner when sniping, but it was a nice change of pace and things would go decently if all hell broke loose.

At least, so long as he didn't get distracted.

"Sure, why not," he said with a grin. They were up here to provide support and keep an eye on things, which they were. Their vantage point we good and their sight lines were excellent. So far, nothing had gone wrong down in the city, which meant their job was as easy as it could be. Which meant it was going to be boring. Cards sounded like a not boring thing to do. "What game are you thinking?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Palace --> Mountains
Objective: Search and Rescue
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Enemies: Nature and the Republic
Gear: First post.

"Will do, your majesty," and the Warrior turned and walked out of the interior of the Royal Palace. Coming back again to the great sunlight of Alderaan the Field Marshal tapped into his comlink and ordered a whole battalion of Mandalorians to be at the coordinates that were the last whereabouts of the princess. Some would say this search and rescue team was over exaggerated, but it truly demonstrated how serious the Mandalorians reacted to these situations. The Organas were family to the ranks of the Mandalorians due to Ordo and Rianna tying the knot between their relationship, and family was the most important thing that the Mandalorians valued more than beskar.

Having his battalion organized in a quick matter of time Vilaz entered a dropship which would fly to the skies and be on point leading various of dropships, that comprised his battalion, to the cold and harsh mountains that Faith was last seen. With the Redneck being a great tracker and hunter, something that his father had taught him, and a few other trackers and hunters it would quicken their search and trace the tracks to the missing princess.

They were approaching the mountains and, thanks to the geology of the mountain which prevented the dropships from landing, they made their landing via the aerial device they had on their backs. Orders were given to each individual company that separated from the battalion to focus on a sector of the mountain that was huge in width and length. Faith could be anywhere and if they weren't quick and fast, then the life of the princess would stain this mountain as the place of her death and cause sorrow to the Organas and the Mandalorians.

 

[Reen Lorgon]

Location: Aruza's Star, Mountains
Allies: GR
Enemies: None right now
Objective: Search for that one important person that went missing

Why did I leave the landing pad? Why didn't I keep to myself and do my job? These were the kind of question that went through Reen's mind as he flew around the mountains, searching for [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]. He'd been at it for a while, and had come no closer to finding her. He'd left his droid at the landing pad, with instructions that if [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] was too show up, they'd have to wait until he returned. Just as Reen was about to lose all hope, he picked up movement. His ship darted over to its location, lights switched on so he could see. Below him was a mandalorian riding some beast. Reen quickly switch on his communicator and spoke.

"Hey you down there. You ok? By any chance are you looking for a one @Faith Balor Organa? If you are, we may be able to help each other out."

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Space
Gear: Signature
Objective: I'm doing stuff
Allies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: None

Draco continued to panic, kept driving the beast faster up the mountain, all he needed was for it to be close enough for him to search for her, he didn't have to get the Jakobeast all the way to her. He could carry her, and he could use his jump pack and boots to fly, for a good long while, for a good long distance. He could have made the flight one way from mountain top to mountain top, but with the wind picking up, the snow fall and howling wind whipping around the side of the mountains would keep ships from landing or searching too closely.

Draco looked at the sky, seeing the dark clouds swimming around the peaks of the mountains, his heart started to sink. The heavy snow would assist in covering up any tracks he was going to be following. Then he heard a noise above him, someone desperately trying to fly in all this, the repulsors blasting snow in all directions. "NO, I'M NOT FINE!" He shouted in response, his voice hoarse when cut through the wind and the annunciator. "GET HIGHER OR YOU WILL KILL THE TRAIL!" Draco grumbled to himself, thinking fast. There weren't many options of where Faith would have gone from the spot he was moving towards. There weren't a lot of reasons for someone to be out in these mountains, and knowing the call had been put out to search Draco knew he could use the help.

Switching to closed comms he spoke to the ship, "If you wanna help look for the princess stay above fifty meters in that ship so the repulsors don't blast what trail there is away. Go look on the west peaks for her. She's up above the snow line and she's moving."
[member="Reen Lorgon"]

He grumbled to himself, pulling the beast to continue up the east slope. At least he could have some help, but in all this snow, that craft wasn't going to be able to get close enough to pick her up, assuming it was going to be able to stay below the cloud cover so that it could see at all. Not since his last vision when her fingers and toes were numbing and her face hurt from the cold and the wind.

Draco kicked the beast further and closed his eyes, listening through the Force. He felt a moment of fear and horror, and then darkness. Unimaginable darkness. He could sense she was alive, but she wasn't doing well. She needed him now. Right now. "Hey," He looked down into the beast's eyes and it returned his gaze. "Keep following me, I will be back." The beast rumbled and almost nodded, keeping up its steady trot through the deepening snow against the winds.

Jump pack roared and he took off up the mountain, closing the distance at a rapid pace, the smaller systems able to stay close to the mountain and allowing him to hit his mark after only a few minutes of flight time. Draco glanced down the mountain, seeing the beast still running behind him, a long ways off, but still following him. <I'm coming Cyar'ika> He sent through the Force, hoping she was still conscious, that she had the where with all to call out to him, to wave him over.

Digging through snow for a moment he found it, it wasn't much, just a thranta, buried beneath six inches of snow, long since gone left in the snow and cold. He looked around, his eyes looking for signs. There, a small depression in the snow, a line away from the Thranta. He had her trail, now he just had to follow it fast before it disappeared.

The Mandalorian looked back and called to the Jakobeast about a two full kilometers behind him. <Follow Fast.> He saw the beast stop and growl in acknowledgement and then it returned to lumbering through the snow and wind and rock, faster than a man could walk, but not quick enough for his tastes. Repulsors flared from the jump pack and Draco started following the very small trail through the snow.

Fleet

Spoiler

Alor-class Dreadnought
Guardian-class Shield Support Carrier

• 1 of 6, Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighter Squadron

Type-2 Keldabe-class Battleships (3)
Krayt-class Light Cruiser
Jahaatir-class Electronic Warfare Frigates (2)
Warden-class Sentinel Frigate
Haran'uliik-class Light Frigates (3)

• 4 of 7.5 Avenger-class Stealth Fighter Squadrons

8060 Meters

 

[Jack Sparrow]

"Your Majesty," said Jack, bowing slightly and moving to stand where the queen could see him but also block [member="Gael bar Ammon"] from view, "if I may, I believe what former Senator [member="Lady Kay"] was referring to was, from a purely resource-driven perspective, understandable. What she was referring to was a question of sending credits to an Alderaan that would simply return them as unwanted because they were leaving the Republic. As I've said, that is something I would prefer to avoid. As to the comments of others, including Gael bar Ammon, who, Your Majesty, Gael bar Ammon, Gael bar Ammon, Her Majesty the Queen of Alderaan, you may bow now, sir, and note that if circumstances require it, we will, of course, provide whatever means are within our purview to assist with the search for Her Majesty's daughter, even if it's nothing more than our legs, our eyes, and our voices, thank you."

He smiled at the Queen. "And to that end, Queen Arianna, may I enquire as to what else, if anything, I can offer before we begin?"

[member="Arianna Organa"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Some Mountain
Objective: Search and Resuce
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Enemies: Nature and the Republic
Gear: Post one

The wind coming from the mountain had a magnitude that it pushed off some Mandalorians off course and away from their squads. They would spend more time fighting against the push of the wind and waste the fuel within their jetpacks unless they were wearing a repulsorpack if they continued at this pace. "Enough fighting this damn wind, boys, we're going down," he ordered to his squad that, voluntarily and tactically, divided off from their company and began descending down to the floor of the mountain. Snow overwhelmed their sight on their visor as it rained down with such velocity thanks to the grey and black clouds that were above the peaks of the mountain. What was a princess doing in a place like this? Was she curious? Did the spirit of adventure carried her to this dangerous mountain? Who knew, but the Field Marshal hoped that the princess was wearing some appropriate equipment and clothing for this type of scenario and not be dressed in some fancy dress.

Numerous of feet landed upon the snow covered ground of the mountain and their feet sank deep into the snow, making it harder for them to trek upon this gloomy mountain. The first thing that needed to be done was to find some footprints or tracks that related to the size of human foot. Or something that could lead them. "Find some tracks and tell me if you found some," he ordered his men as they continued to walk the slope of the mountain. For a fact, Vilaz knew that Faith wasn't at the bottom of the mountain because she would be found in no time, and he knew she was high up in the mountains.

Not finding anything where he and his team were currently at the Bounty Hunter activated his jetpack to jump a bit higher from where he stood. His men did the same thing and once they gathered up together they began to find any tracks. Just there the Redneck saw tracks of something and motioned his unit to follow him. With his skills he quickly investigated the tracks and noted out that it walked with four legs, the paws of the beast were big, they were trekking the slope of the mountain, and most importantly they were fresh by judging the walls of the tracks and noticing some millimeters of water floating at the base of the footprints. "We got somethin'," he informed the Mandalorians accompanying him and could only nod at his answer. With that they began to follow the tracks of the beast and used it as a guide for their quest.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Space
Gear: Signature
Objective: I'm doing stuff
Allies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: None

Wind howled and skies darkened on the mountain tops, clouds setting lower, casting their dense fog around the Mandalorian running through the thigh deep snow, the man following the tracks stopped for a moment, his field of vision shortening. His sensors cast well further than he could see and his HUD blinked with data, but the tracks he was following we older, several hours, filling with snow and though they had been growing fresher as he hurried through the mountains, they became harder to follow through the heavy snow fall. A frost began setting in and the temperature began dropping as fog hung in the air, making everything around it wet with moisture.

The Mandalorian looked at his HUD, the snow was slowing him down, clogging the air takes of his jump pack and keeping the thrusters from continuing as Draco followed the tracks. The former Sith Lord was worrying, it had been almost an hour since he had found the Thranta and he hadn't sensed anything from Faith since just before then. He could no longer see the Jakobeast, but he could sense it, still moving, still following him at a steady pace, maybe a few kilometers behind him as it had been forced to slow down after several hours of a break neck pace. <Come on Draco. Think, use all the tools at your disposal. You've got allies on this rock, you've got the Force, you've got survey droids, and you used to be able to track a womp rat through a sand storm.> The Former Sith pulled a quartet of little spheres and activated them, letting their data flow into his HUD. "Filter to Humanoid sized life forms. Leave everything else off and search in a grid around me." The four little orbs blinked and then began buzzing, their sensors good for twenty five meters, swirling around him in circles.

With the little orbs moving about him, Draco activated his distress beacon as he continued following the tracks at a steady jog, calling on the Force to enhance his vision, to speed his mind, to keep him from tiring out, to keep him moving and stave off exhaustion. He had to find his love, he had to make sure she was safe and comfortable again. Nothing else mattered anymore, and so Draco pulled on the intracate web of the Force, calling on the infinite power that was the Force and let it keep him surging through the snow faster than any man that had been searching for as long as he had should be. His muscles would be weak when this was over and his tendons would be angry with him and hurt in the morning, but he could keep going.

In his pouches he carried his standard survival equipment, but he couldn't dare use those supplies, she would need those things when he found her, the coat he wore, the blanket in his bag, the food and the water he carried, and so he couldn't use them. He had to rely on his own toughness, his own strength. He could use the Force to aid him, but everything else he needed he must go without while he trekked through snow and ice. He was getting close, and his mind began having doubts as he wasn't able to sense her or connect with her. He began doubting he would like what he found.

Fleet

Spoiler

Alor-class Dreadnought
Guardian-class Shield Support Carrier

• 1 of 6, Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighter Squadron

Type-2 Keldabe-class Battleships (3)
Krayt-class Light Cruiser
Jahaatir-class Electronic Warfare Frigates (2)
Warden-class Sentinel Frigate
Haran'uliik-class Light Frigates (3)

• 4 of 7.5 Avenger-class Stealth Fighter Squadrons

8060 Meters

 

[Arianna Organa]

Location Throne room
Allies
Enemies

Arianna smiled at Jack. "Supreme Chancellor you are a silver tongued politician, and always know what to say to ease my anxiety. Former Senator you say. Well. Pity. I would like to have met her. And Supreme Chancellor I'm glad to hear that you would contribute to the search for Faith legs eyes arms. Sometimes that is all that is needed."

Arianna now looked upon the one who spoke Gael bar Ammon she would not forget the name.

She turned her gaze upon Jack, "I will have my assistant check on the progress of the search. See where some eyes can be sent. As for what else can be offered at this time nothing. Let us sit. Let us discuss."

It was a comfort to her to know that Jack understood her need to know that the Republic would help search offering what they could instead of immediately say I can't. But damage had been done.

[member="Jack Sparrow"].

 

[Fiore]

Location: Cardinal class Corvette - The Astral Deva; New Aldera Space Port
Objective: Attend Negotiations
Allies: Mandalorians | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]
Potential Enemies: The Republic

Personal Gear: 3 Lightsabers | Basic leather armor jacket | compact datapad

[SIZE=10pt]Dear Mira,[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]I’m on Alderaan and I apologize ahead of time if my messages become brief and far between. I’m currently involved in the war or uprising of the royal family against the Republic. The Mandalorians are here too. I’m confused at what is going on…it seems my commander has ties with Royalty or Nobility with the planet. I wish you were here; I miss you more every day. Please be safe while I’m away…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Thinking of you always,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Fiore[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The message was sent quickly as she knew that if she didn’t check in [member="Mira Rekali"] would worry. That was something she didn’t want to happen. The small tablet was shoved into her jacket’s inner pocket and she adjusted the blades that adorned the straps on her legs. She was from what her knowledge was providing her becoming something of a favorite to the woman that gave her orders. Blinking, she remembered when this all started, how she had her first real meeting with the woman. The way the armor didn’t provide justice to what was underneath, was an understatement. The thought brought the blood rushing to Fiore’s cheeks as she turned her head and shut her eyes trying to push the memory from her thoughts. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]There was no armor this time and Amelia was in a dress that clung too perfectly to her hips as she swayed and moved. Fiore blinked rapidly as the woman approached her and curled her lips to form her name. Orders were brief, but heeded a warning. Her touch against the already warm cheek of the Assassin didn’t help the case of the memory. All Fiore could do in this moment was nod and clutched the hilt of the saber Mira had given her. It was a comfort and a tool to ground her reminding her where her heart found refuge. The girl had taught her to feel something beyond her revenge, she made her human again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I don’t…I don’t expect anything either, but with everything that has happened and is happening – I feel we should be on our toes.” Swallowing hard, Fiore questioned in the most respectful tone she could muster. “Ma’am…is…is the dress necessary? What was wrong with your armor?” She didn’t continue to mention how the dress looked nor how she appreciated its tailoring, that would be out of line. [/SIZE]

 

[Matthew Rei]

Spoiler

even if it's nothing more than our legs, our eyes, and our voices, thank you.

...Well, 2 out of 3 isn't all that bad for me...D:

Objective: Talk
Location: The Place
Allies: [member="Jack Sparrow"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"]

Matthew wasn't much aware of the contents of the conversation being held between Jack, Arianna and Gael. As such, he kept out of it and allowed them to work it out. He did perk up when the Queen stated that it was time to start.

All of those years in law, bowing and scraping in front of and for the judge, probably prepared Matthew for this precise occasion. Fighting a civil lawsuit? No problem. Facing down a gang of 5 Duros with vibro-knives? Meh. Diplomacy with a Queen?...Stay calm, Matt. Stay calm. He slowly stood up in his seat and started off the talks, as was his original role. He'd done such things on multiple occasions in the courtroom, as opening statements were typical in most justice systems' protocol.

"Your Majesty..."

Okay, Matt. Bow for this one. Royalty loves the bowing. He bowed whilst he addressed the Queen. He stood back up and tried to aim his body and head in her direction...He almost got it. He was more blind than ever because of the Ysalamir field, let alone his natural blindness. He ended up facing the opposite wall just a LITTLE to her right...but just enough to be noticeable.

"...We, the delegates of the Republic, have arrived in response to Alderaan's declaration of secession..."

Dang it, Matt! Your name! You didn't give your name! The butterflies in his stomach were waking up again.

"...My name is Matthew Mar'Tin and I am the latest addition to the Republic's diplomatic relations department."

Better...He actually didn't have much of a clue as to what his official title was here and he hoped that [member="Arianna Organa"] didn't ask for more details on the subject.

"Our goal is to address the issues that have lead us to this point and, hopefully, find ways to amend these grievances. Regardless of whether you then continue with secession, stay with the Republic or side with the Mandos, we also hope to cement a long lasting, friendly relation between the Republic and beautiful Alderaan. Albeit that siding with the Mandos would certainly put a strain on diplomatic relations, all good things must be worked for."

His leg, his freaking leg, was shaking. It wasn't noticeable to anyone but him, but the tremor in his leg from nervous energy was becoming too much. He needed to sit down again. So, he bowed, said "Thank you, your Majesty" and sat back down again.

He took a long sip of the water before him. Thankfully, he didn't choke on the water.

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Location: New Aldera Space Port ----> En route to Palace
Objective: Attend Negotiations
Allies: [member="Fiore de Noir"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Alyesa Organa"] | [member="Arianna Organa"] | [member="Claire Organa"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | Mandalorians
Potential Enemies: The Republic
Personal Gear: Unarmed



Slowly she seemed to glide across the surface of the bridge as she slipped away from Fiore and stepped into the Turbolift. Holding in her smirk, she thought back to something else, something that caused her to slip away for a moment. The memories of those she had lost over the countless ages before she came across those that stood with her now. Closing her eyes for a moment, a deep inhale brought her chest up, the dress pressing out and nearly having trouble containing the woman that wore the fabric. Her hands clasped before her now as she bowed her head, her thoughts came back to Fiore.

The young woman was indeed becoming a favorite, relied upon more by the day for her capabilities and her ability to get a job done. Slowly raising her head once she was with the woman again, the low hissing of the turbolift sounded as the doors shut before it jostled for a moment. Looking straight forward, Amelia permitted her smile to finally show, her fangs showing for a moment when asked about the dress. Without turning her head she provided the answer, knowing that the woman beside her was still fighting to hold back the rosy color that desired to fill her cheeks.

"There are times for armor, and as much as I would enjoy marching into the palace in full plate to place the Republic Diplomats in their rightful place, I feel that the Queen would perhaps not abide such behavior. Thus it is time for a dress, one that will keep eyes and minds off of what they should focus upon."

Closing her eyes once more, she lowered her head, permitting her mind to return to her thoughts as the turbolift slowly descend through the corvette. Once more though Amelia brought her head up, her eyes opening as she kept her gaze forward towards the doors. Her voice slowly carried upon the air within the lift as she spoke once more.

"You've done a great deal for the Order. I've found myself relying upon you more and more. Once these negotiations are completed, we've something that is long over due to bestow upon you. A promotion."

The last word carried for a moment before the doors hissed open, the woman's eyes falling upon the individual that stood upon the other side. A datapad in hand which was promptly taken from their hands as she poured over the information. A soft smile crossing her lips as she slowly sauntered off of the corvette, gracefully gliding down the boarding ramp into the darkened hanger that the vessel rest within. The two squads that gathered had finished their final check before they saluted the Knight-Commander.

"You men are to make contact with Field Marshal Munin who is currently searching for the missing Princess. You are representing the Order of the Righteous Flame. Do not fail in this endeavor, nor show the Mandalorians anything less than what I would expect from you in the field. You will be showing the Mandalorians what the Order of the Righteous Flame has to offer and what they see very well may make or break the order. I want them to speak highly of our actions. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am."

The two squads quickly saluted before marching, double time, out of the hanger. They would take the proper transports to the mountains to gather with the rest of the individuals currently searching for the princess. The two squads now under the command of the Mandalorians, and for the moment the thought of the squads was clear of the woman's mind.

Not all was finished though as she turned back to the aide that stood quietly near the ramp. Her eyes falling upon the individual as she pushed the datapad back into their grasp.

"Inform the Queen of my deepest apologies for being late to the negotiations. I will arrive shortly to represent House Syrush. As always, she has the full support of myself and House Syrush."

The young man would bow before beginning to furiously type out the message. Amelia though would turn her attention towards the landspeeder that was provided. A soft smile crossing her lips as she let out a soft sigh of relief.

"At least the windows are tinted."

She spoke softly, then the thought of Fiore came back to her mind. The possibility of turning her into what Amelia herself was. Could she do that to her though? Could she ask that she spend an eternity next to her? The thought was quickly pushed away just as quickly as it flooded her mind before she approached the landspeeder within the hanger. The door popping open as Amelia carefully slipped down into the seat in the back, the door remaining open for Fiore.

Spoiler: Order of the Righteous Flame Squads

(2) Senior Knight-Errants
(16) Knight-Errants
(4) M44/Mg Thermite Rifles
Standard Blaster Rifles
Standard Plasteel Armor

 

[Nick Sept]

Location: A mountain from a vision
Objective: Save the senator [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Draco Vereen"] and any other lunatics searching for her.
Gear: Amateur hour search and rescue equipment on a over bike.




[SIZE=10pt]Nick was doing things that were probably dumb. First, he was being loud. Normally he'd go out of his way to be discreet, but search and rescue meant attracting attention, both of the people you were finding, and the other people crazy enough to search for her. Second, he was actually out here. This storm was getting pretty bad. Thankfully, his cybernetics were fairly good about temperature [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]maintenance[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], but he knew he couldn't last all week out here. Still, he was uncertain if time was on his side or not. It certainly wasn't on hers. That was what mattered, really.[/SIZE]



Once again, Nick Sept had nothing but the force and his wits, and the latter was unaware of the former. But then, as sure as he had seen her fall, he felt another fall. This time, more painful. More drastic. "Feth," he muttered, "Time to kick it into high gear," he tapped out something on his commlink and then cranked up the throttle on his bike. This was gonna suck.



--Meanwhile, at the International House of Panc--er, diplomacy--



Location: Room full of politicians
Objective: The Truth, the Truth, the Truth is on fire
Allies: We don't need no common let the Mother fether turn -- [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] @kyros sunblade [member="Arianna Organa"] [member="Gael bar Ammon"]
Mandos here: Burn mother fether burn -- [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"]
NPC's: Yuri Briva "Laughingstock", Taizen "The Poet" Seft



Yuri did her best not to roll her eyes. All this argument over a missing woman. One missing person. Impressive. "Hate to interrupt," she said with a cough, "But I'm pretty certain that's what Senator Sept is dealing with right now. It wouldn't be the first time he's gone cryptic to run off on an emergency, only to come back carrying some random wounded person over his shoulder. Hell, last time, I was the wounded person. Regardless, he's on of the best trackers the Republic can offer. So again, I'm sure he's sorry he can't be here, but he said somebody needed his help. Safe money is that Faith is that somebody."


She sighed. "Sorry if I sound flippant. But frankly, the aspersions made to the Republic's character, when a Republican senator has apparently decided checking on his colleague was more important than arguing about it with you lot, says something to his character. Something I spoke out of turn to say. I'll shut up now," she said nervously.



Poet, to his credit, never looked up to his datapad. "She's not wrong. Also, I just got sent map data of where Nick's running his search. Do you have a comm channel I could upload the hologram to, so other search and rescue teams can share his data? It may allow them to coordinate better. And since I'm sure someone is going to ask, yes, I've already started taking notes," he said, nose buried in datapad while he typed away.

 

[Reen Lorgon]

Location: West Mountain peaks
Objective: Find the important women
Allies: GR, those on the mountain
Enemies: This damn snow!

"On it, I'll get in touch if I find anything." Reen responded, before shooting off towards the west peaks.

Reen, with orders to search the west peaks, did as the mandalorian had asked. He stayed above fifty meters, as not to destroy any tracks. The snow fall obscured his vision, he was barely able to see the ground, so he had to rely mostly on his scanners. The wind didn't help much either, making flying his ship a delicate operation indeed. One wrong move, and I'll be lost on this mountain as well Was all he could think. Then, suddenly, he picked something up on his scanners, faint, but there. What it was, he couldn't say, but it was better than nothing. Switching back to the previously used comm channel, he spoke.

"Hey mandalorian, I've picked something up, not sure what it is though. Snow's to heavy for me to see, so you may wanted to check it out. Transmitting location to you now."
[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Royal Palace, Aldera
Objective: Moving this Show Along
Allies: [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Oron Verd"]
Neutral: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Khyros Sunblade"], [member="Jack Sparrow"],
Enemies: N/A

Ah, politics.

Or as the Mandalorian preferred to look at it, walking on literal eggshells. Even if an individual had the purest of intentions, one slip of the tongue could cause a venture to crash and burn. Thus was the experience Isley recalled that one Gael bar Ammon had gone through. He was a seasoned individual with an intellect that matched his years. By no means did Isley look upon the man with disdain; nor did he interpret his heart to be anywhere save the right place. However, Gael tredded upon the eggshells with heavy boots...and Isley damn near came to his defense.

But he held his tongue. He allowed his compatriot, [member="Vilaz Munin"], to volunteer his efforts and men. He nodded to [member="Oron Verd"] and [member="Zef Halo"], as if to indicate that they accompany the Field Marshal. The only piece that Isley added to the puzzle of Faith's disappearance was briefly turning his attention to one of the Queen's Guards. "Tune to Local Frequency Seven. According to what I've been hearing over that channel, Alor [member="Draco Vereen"] is currently heading up his own search for the Princess. I advise keeping tabs on this channel and his progress. Vilaz. Oron. Zef. Good luck, my brothers."

With that said, the Alor accepted the monarch's invitation and seated himself at the table.

He listened to what was uttered by the Republic delegation. One lauded the efforts of a Senator named Nick, who had apparently gone off to search for Faith. Another began to place the negotiations back on track...albeit with a bow that was aimed at a wall? The Supreme Chancellor, whilst odd, seemed to be excellent at quelling fumbles. With but a single well-placed assurance, it seemed as though some of the weight had been removed from the Queen's shoulders. Some. Her daughter was still out there...and frankly, Isley empathized. If it were his Deneve who was lost, he would have carved a path through the world getting to her.

But the Queen was stuck there, in the midst of negotiations. The fate of her people rested in her hands...and departing now could potentially jeopardize the lives of many. Troubled is the brow that wears the crown.

"Your excellency, if I may address the Republic delegation." Isley began, rising from his seat. To the Queen was offered a respectful bow once again. Upon rising, the Mandalorian collected his thoughts. Politics. Yay. "What do you know of Dathomir?" he asked: a rhetorical question. "For eons the people of Dathomir have preferred isolation over joining larger, Galactic communities. For eons, their midst have enjoyed absolute sovereignty; absolute power over their own destiny. Yet, a gander at any galactic map would seem to make the modern state of things a contradiction. Any man, woman, or child with access to the HoloNet can plainly see that Dathomir resides 'within' the border of the United Clans?"

"How can this be, one might ask. How can a culture so founded upon its own sovereignty stand to exist within another nation's borders? The answer is simple, esteemed members of the Republic: Dathomir is as sovereign now as it has ever been. Dathomir is free. Dathomir can choose its own fate, its own destiny; with the added benefit of immediate support when called."

"I mention Dathomir because that is exactly how the United Clans looks upon Alderaan. She is a sovereign world, and our presence here is only a reflection of the Crown's personal request. Nothing more. Nothing less." he paused, lowering himself back down to the seat. "I say this so that we might all be on the same page; at least as far as the United Clan's intentions go."

With his piece said, the Mandalorian sincerely hoped that he hadn't shattered any eggshells. That would suck.

Spoiler: Equipment

• Taozin Beskar'gam
• Terentatek Bodyglove
• The Darksaber
• CT-12 Jetpack
• Paragon Energy Shield
• "Lazy Eye" Edition, Merr-Sonn Power 5
• Yrkaa Sidearm
• Grenades: [x] [x] [x]

 

[Faith Organa]

At the bottom of the crevasse unconscious and yet her mind worked to find a way to cope with the growing cold and the loss of blood.

A summer day, walking in the Glarus Valley looking up at the high mountains remembering that her Grandparents were there somewhere beneath a monument to mark where they did and where House Rist had left them. Where they had killed her Aunt Maeve, and separated her mother from her Aunt Rianna. So much history.

The scene changed she was at House Organa near the Apalis Coast walking on the beach playing with her family. Her mother splashing, her brother trying to drown her, and Alyesa building sand castles. It had been a perfect day. As she played it began to snow, how could it snow on the beach?

Faith moaned trying to draw her legs up the broken bone allowed the movement pain shot up her body but by now the nerves shut down she felt nothing more except cold.

She wanted to open her eyes and couldn’t she wanted to yell and couldn’t. She could only drift waiting for a rescue, waiting for her Knight Errant to find her…….would he find her? Would anyone find her?

Time was slipping away and so was Faith.

[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nick Sept"] | [member="Reen Lorgon"] | [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]