Junction And Yet the Sun Still Rises (Elysium Empire - Daxam IV & Silver Jedi Concord - Bimmisaari)

[Silver Strand]

Objective One – A Meeting of Co-belligerents

The Elysium Empire and the Silver Jedi Concord fought hand in hand against the Bryn'adul threat to the greater galaxy. That quick-formed alliance was based on the simple pragmatism of those trying times. With that emergent threat now gone, the two governments now meet at the Asaari Hotel in Glastro Intergalactic Spaceport on Bimmisaari, itself just recently wrested from remnants of the Bryn'adul, to discuss establishing formal relations and negotiate a treaty of friendship. Despite the cordial tones and the picturesque beauty of the the Myala Riverwalk area, tension abounds between different politicians and cliques jockeying for power, as well as corporations looking to expand from the Silver Jedi Concord to the Elysium Empire and vice versa. Rumors abound that an assassin has recently been traced to the area as well, leading the local Bimm Mercantile Guard to investigate and protect a number of VIPs from possible threats. A number of Silver Jedi have been tasked to aid in both the negotiations and to protect the governmental delegations from possible threats.

Objective Two – A War Still Burning

While the Glastros Intergalactic Spaceport has been freed from the Bryn'adul threat, not all of Glastros has been freed itself. Forces from both governments are joining hands to complete the elimination of the last remaining redoubt of Bryn'adul still holding out in the northern suburbs of the city. Now fully encircled by the allies, it is only a matter of time until the gathered soldiers and warriors overwhelm the crude defenses of their shared foes.

Objective Three - Life Renewed

On the rustic resort island of Gouce, the native bimmisaari have brought in a diverse group of people to help revitalize the world's fragile ecosystem, which is still recovering from the effects of Bryn'adul terraforming. While the numbers of dartfish and tiga lorengs are rising, and even Asari trees can now be found near the Glastro, the world only supports a fraction of the wildlife that it had before the Bryn'adul devastation. Additionally, both the furred bimm and near-human bimm are looking for ways to increase their own numbers in a sustainable way. A coalition of members from the Seed Project, industry executives, and scientists have convened at the resort to discuss and implement solutions to bring back life to their devastated world. While the resort may not have all of the modern necessities of galactic living, its remoteness helps remind those present of the natural wonders of the world.

 

[Gir Quee]

Objective One – A Meeting of Co-belligerents

Glastro Intergalactic Spaceport, Bimmisaari

Gir looked into the distance at the Tower of Law. Its once gleaming white and black brick walls were interrupted in many spots by large, gaping holes obviously caused by some large weapon. He quietly sighed. It's a wonder why we build anything these days to last these days - it only seems to stay intact until the next wave of attackers rise up. Ariela tapped his shoulder and cleared her throat.

"It won't be a couple of months until they can restore it back to its old condition, you know."

"Restore it?"

"It'll never be what it once was," started the replica droid, "especially since some of the museum's artifacts were lost in the fighting, but the elders tell me than plan to return. It just takes time and work."

"Well," said Sariya jauntily pointing her finger forward, "I think the new venue is better anyway. It's at least more modern and less stuffy."

The blonde man turned to look at the Myala riverwalk itself. Nestled between the spaceport proper and the city itself, it had largely managed to avoid much of the destruction simply by the virtue that small mom-and-pop restaurants and shops weren't valuable in a war to either the Concord or the Bryn'adul. The Bimm simply evacuated the area while the Bryn'adul had ignored it. Nature had already started to reclaim some of the golden strip, with verdant vines crawling up walls and new nests of creatures found in shuttered shops.

"It's less stuffy," agreed the admiral, "I'll give you that."

"Ah, there you are, admiral," said a jovial voice.

The man from Hast found himself looking down at a diminutive furred bimm wearing finely tailored clothes that had started to seem a little threadbare at the joints. He quickly recalled that this was Elder Tollivar, one of the surviving members of the Law Council which had ruled the world before the Bryn'adul attack. The admiral stretched a hand to the politician, who quickly grasped it with both hands.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, elder."

A smile slowly pulled Tollivar's lips upwards, "Yes, it is. And hopefully, we can look to better times ahead. We are honored that you have chosen us to host the summit. But we cannot keep our guests waiting as hosts, can we? Let us go, my good sir."

The bimm quickly led the group through the streets, giving the trio a brief tour of the shops and restaurants reopening even while passing down tidbits of local lore that the man knew that he would soon forget. He found his eyes more drawn to the bimm around him, noting that most of them seemed fairly cheerful despite the hard work in front of him. The admiral had started to ruminate on what that all meant when he found himself ushered into a long, two story building that almost seemed to blend in with the bank of the river itself.

"And this is the Asaari Hotel," said Tollivar, nearly pushing the group inside, "named for the trees planted on its roof."

"It's a tunnel?" questioned the echani woman.

"No, a green roof really," explained the bimm, "we try to live in harmony with the world, and we the elders have been encouraging it for many years now, in many forms. But the side effect of all of this is that it probably escaped destruction from the air because they thought it was simply a strip of forest on the riverbank. But clearly, this is no mere tunnel or forest."

Gir looked around the entrance. White stone had carefully been cut and placed to form the actual structure itself, with channels carefully carved out for electrical conduits and the other conveniences of modern living. Large glass panes set into the ceiling and walls let in plenty of light from the sky above and showed the placid waters of the Myala River flow by. It did seem relaxing and almost quaint - a far cry from what could happen here.

"Now," smiled Tollivar, "we just have to wait for the others to arrive...if they don't dally among the sights and shops...or their lodgings."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective Two – A War Still Burning

Shyyyo-class Combat Transport Blue Three, circling around the northern suburbs of Glastros

Travot looked down from the back of the ship's viewport, watching columns of smoke rise up from among the ruins of the surburb. Occasionally, streams of bright weapons fire would lash out from the ruined buildings and the allied earthwork trenches that had been thrown up in the last few weeks by the Concord and Elysium soldiers. The fighting had been hard. Despite the relatively low density of the surburb and the small size of the original buildings, the allies had quickly found that the Bryn'adul had created an extensive network of tunnels underneath the suburb, allowing them to quickly transition unseen from one fighting position to another. Simple bombardment by artillery wouldn't be enough to vanquish them from such positions - they would have to cleared out in close assault.

The whine of the repulsorlifts began to decrease, and he felt the ship's floor beneath him start shift as the combat transport made its descent. Once more into the breach, huh? The ship's co-pilot looked back at him.

"We'll be on the landing site in I don't know, three minutes? Pretty quickly. You'd best be ready to move. We can't stay long, it's too dangerous without a lot of cover."

Travot nodded in understanding, "In and out."

"Exactly."

"I'll head on back then."

Clad in his plate armor, the jedi master strode back into the ship's bay, where a motley array of Taris Shock Troopers and Bimm Mercantile Guardsmen readied themselves to be inserted into the front lines. He eyed a pair of them talking and was struck by the oddity of it all. They could hardly be more different, save that a common cause brought them together. A rumor came to his mind. Who knows, they might even become neighbors one day...The ship briefly rocked to the side, and he wasn't sure if it was turbulence, enemy weapon's fire, or evasive maneuvering. Best to focus on the immediate now. He managed to get to the disembarkment ramp just as it came down in a hard landing. He quickly grabbed ahold of a dangling strap even as the ramp dropped with a thud. The pounding of boots soon motivated the man to get out of the way and down the ramp.

A cloud of red dust greeted him, along with the Force's ever guiding third sense of nearby danger. He drew his saber's hilt, but kept it deactivated, if but for a moment. A single stream of ruby red fire began to bear down on the immediate area of the transport - he had seen it before - the superheated slugs favored by some of the enemy's warriors. And while that fire was inaccurate, likely obscured by the same dust that was concealing the enemy from them - it didn't stop some of the Concord soldiers from spraying fire back in that general direction before a Taris Troop officer guided the men into the nearby trenches. Travot followed suit, and moments later, the combat transport was airborne again, flying up itno the blue skies above.

He glanced at his wrist chrono. Only a little bit longer to go before it begins...

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 1

Lori walked into the hotel with her bodyguard Arla in tow. Diplomacy was still new to her. That was more a thing for her parents and brother. But they were all gone now. She didn't partake in the Bryn wars, had never even seen a Bryn before they were mostly destroyed. During all of that she was busy being the Face of the Eclipse Rebellion fighting against the Eternal Empire.

And now she was asked to come here with Rex Valhoun and others for diplomatic talks. Were they to pretend to be in love? Would the Silvers ask about Heath Valhoun ? There was a lot of controversy there, all thanks to the Dobsons.

Would the Dobsons be here too?

Lori glanced around quickly as she walked, moving her eyes more than her head, to see if she could see any of them around. Hopefully they wouldn't show. Or maybe she was just too early. She was nervous and it showed. So of course she went straight to one of the refreshment tables to distract herself while she waited for Rex. A good stiff drink was in order.

 

[Sol'yan]

The Force​

OBJECTIVE: I - A Meeting of Co-Belligerants
LOCATION: Glastro Intergalactic Spaceport, Bimmisaari - Gir Quee’s party
TAG: Gir Quee

In all of his travels, Sol’yan had never graced the world of Bimmisaari. Even during his years battling against the Bryn’adul, his tours took him to several other heavily scarred and despoiled planets of the ruthless alien race. Yet, to be here for the Concord’s summit with the enigmatic Elysium Empire, it brought a sense of closure and calm to the Jedi Master. Part of him thought to accompany the contingent assaulting the remaining holdouts of the Bryn’adul’s presence on this world, yet the many years of his self reflection and training led him to the notion it would not be wise to do so. Where the Bryn’adul were concerned, the Feeorin felt himself far more emotionally invested than he should be. His species already possessed a natural predisposition to a foul temper easily coaxed from the thin grasp of control those of his species fought to acquire.

Sol’yan had established for himself a reputation for being rather calm and mild mannered, yet that was only due to a self-imposed exile amounting to several decades, wherein he centered himself upon dozens of planets strong in the living force. He drew himself closer to the force than he probably could have otherwise, making him somewhat of an oddity when it came to mastery over his emotions as opposed to the majority of his species. Yet, that also gave him a keen insight as to when that tightly honed self control was threatening to unravel. Therefore, he left the assault upon the Bryn’adul holdouts to others. Instead, he chose to accompany Master Quee with the diplomatic delegation. The Feeorin Jedi remained introspective as Gir spoke with one of his companions, and even still as they met with a member of the Bimm council, named Tollivar.

Tollivar proceeded to show them around the city as they made their way to the meeting location, and Sol’yan set about observing the status of the recovery efforts. Despite the need to rebuild following the devastation the Bryn’adul had wrought, the people appeared to have a level of contentment in doing so. Considering the evils they probably experienced over the years, one could hardly blame them for finding contentment in the simple things. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips, which to those around him probably appeared to be little more than a sterner grimace, given his species were less common as opposed to others, as well as their common expressions and mannerisms. As they came to a stop to await the arrival of others who would partake in the conference, Sol’yan closed his eyes and reached out with his senses. There was a collective peace on this planet; an optimism that was refreshing, given the state of upheaval & chaos the rest of the Galaxy appeared to be in.

 

[Omar Dobson]

Objective: 4

Omar decided to test out the Val Kharr corvette on this mission. The planet Daxam IV interested him greatly. It wasn't just the fact that the ice planet was as cold as he was, but moreso that the Amaxine warriors were based there. They were known to be great assassins and superb at covert ops, which was exactly what he needed more men for.

So why not get them under his wing?

Both Omar and his unit were suited up in Snowtrooper armour well suited for the ice desert environment. It wasn't quite as harsh as Hoth, but it was cold enough, able to protect them against more than just the cold.

There was going to be a fight. The Amaxine creed dictated such and if Omar was going to win them over, he needed to have his best men on board.

"Gentlemen, this is a recruiting mission. The Amaxine camp is a few clicks away. Don't draw your weapons unless I give the signal. I don't anticipate failure. You are all capable men. These warriors are not our enemies, but they will be strong allies to pursue our goals." Omar looked to each of them in the eyes before putting on his helmet. He didn't end this speech with his usual slogan. Not this time. That gave his unit the clear indication that this wasn't a battle scenario. Death can still occur, but they wouldn't be shooting first.

Moments later one of the corvette's hanger doors opened and the soldiers moved out into the snow.

 

[Cirrus]

Spoiler: OOC

I have received approval by both Gir Quee and Heath Valhoun to be here so as to spy on the summit. Feel free to engage for espionage shenanigans!

Objective: I - A Meeting of Co-Belligerents (Surveillance)
Location: Glastro Intergalactic Spaceport - Outer Ring District
Tags: Open

It had been a while since Cirrus had been on assignment outside of the borders of the Eternal Empire. Yet, his experience thus far uniquely qualified him for the assignment thrust upon him. Surveillance missions were simple enough, yet this one was unique in the respect that it involved a state meeting between two nations of particular interest to Blackwatch. The Silver Jedi Concord had been courting the Empire's diplomatic elite for years in the wake of their fall from grace with the Galactic Alliance, making this in and of itself a sensitive operation requiring a high degree of finesse and delicacy. Then there was the Elysium Empire.

Much like the Eternal Empire, the Elysium State was enigmatic and; up until now - quite isolationist in its foreign policy. For it to break that trend for a summit with the Silver Jedi Concord was of particular interest to his Empress. The obvious focus of the meeting would likely be to solidify some formal diplomatic relations in the wake of their cooperation against the Bryn'adul, yet with the uncertainty the galaxy was currently facing - the formation of yet another potential alliance would be important to know in advance of others, who would be reliant upon news breaking after carefully planned statements by both sides.

It was in that pursuit that Blackwatch had entrusted one of their most capable agents to gain what would amount to vital intelligence. And it was further to that end that he took the time to gain access into a maintenance barracks within the outer ring district of the spaceport. Their security was laughable when it came to maintenance locker rooms. Most criminals probably wouldn't bother trying to get in, honestly - which explained the minimum security placed upon the entryway. Hacking the camera system was childsplay as well. For anyone following up on his infiltration attempt, his presence would only amount to a slight flicker in the video feed upon review. The missing uniform on the other hand? Harder to explain away. But with how much these maintenance technicians usually drank in their off hours, a missing uniform wasn't exactly noteworthy. The technician whose uniform this belonged to would also likely be missed, but said question would be fairly easy to answer when they found him dead in a pool of his own urine a few days from now. The autopsy would indicate a spice overdose; unfortunate to be sure.

Especially because it was the first time the man had touched the stuff. His death would serve a higher purpose, such as giving Cirrus the opportunity to move about the spaceport with relative ease and anonymity. The Blackwatch agent disguised himself to obscure his true identity, mirroring the appearance of the man he replaced with a passable level of familiarity. It granted him access past the initial guards, who were more concerned with watching their holovids than actually doing their jobs. Now, he had the uniform, a keycard, and a set of tools. He made his way into the maintenance corridors of the spaceport; an entire world within a world that would allow him to move unseen. Based on the initial intelligence he had procured via communications monitoring, the meeting was going to be held within a hotel in the Golden Strip. And so, the disguised agent made his way to the meeting place within the relative isolation of the maintenance corridors and access hallways, mulling over the next phase of his plan.

 

[Salmakk]

Objective Three - Life Renewed

Gouce Island, Bimmisaari

The mon calamari engineer strolled over the grass and onto the beach, feeling the soft sand squish beneath his webbed feet along with the occasional smoothed pebble. With a labored sigh, he sat down and extended his feet into the cool water, feeling it flow around his legs almost like a calming massage. He lifted his eyes upward to enjoy the sight of the Asaari trees on the distant shore swaying in the gentle breeze as the sun started to rise. A shorter mon calamari came over and sat down next to him.

"It seems like we're on vacation," dryly remarked Perit.

Salmakk turned his head to the side and let his mouth slightly hang open in mock surprise, "It has? I kid of course. It seems like it's vacation because we just did the easy work of getting the place ready."

The pair turned back to the rustic resort. Thousands of kilometers from Glastros or any major population site on the world, the immediate area had been left untouched by the Bryn'adul. Nature unspoiled by civilization for many months now, and Salmakk would have had to agreed that it truly been a pleasant experience to come in advance. Aside from some basic clean-up and a few roof repairs, it had pretty much survived intact. The hydroelectric power supply which he thought he might have to fix upon arrival turned to be still operational - it only required to be turned on before the underwater rotators could supply electricity to the complex. The only real work was wiring up their solid state holo-projector in the commons area to several datapads to make discussions easier.

Perit turned to look up at the sky, "Who is set to come today?"

Salmakk shrugged, "Not everyone RVSPed, but I believe the jedi master Coren Starchaser and an corporate representative, Chora Asichi will be here. I'm sure others will be here too."

"I will go wait by the landing pad."

"I'll be there in a little bit," said Salmakk, "once I see a ship on the approach. I'm going to enjoy these tranquil waters just a little longer..."

 

[Martin Dux]

Objective One – A Meeting of Co-belligerents


Martin had never been to Bimmisaari, which was a shame to say. The old man quite liked temperate planets, despite how often he found himself away from them. Maybe that was just his age, as he went further along that path, he desired peace. This will be fun, chatting always is.

As the robed man walked along the street, his eyes drawn this way and that, he started to appreciate the planet far more. He needed to get out more, besides staying at Vesti all the time. Looking at the robed figure that walked with the old man, Martin studied him from under his hood.

"Something wrong?" Martin asked.

"No, master, I've just never felt so many... things before." He said, hesitantly.

"It's fine, you'll adjust. Just keep your guard up, you never know what might happen."

"Yes, master."

Martin knew of the concord, he'd lived within their borders for a significant portion of his life. He knew they meant well, and he knew they accepted all forms of life. But that's about where his knowledge ended. He hoped no altercations would occur from his presence in this meeting. There was a chance the delegation would perceive it as a threat, especially since he brought one of the knights along. Martin chuckled, then he recalled that Rex would certainly be bringing some. After all, what's the point of fancy knights if you didn't show them off?

As Martin drew closer to the hotel, his gaze locked onto Gir Quee . They're here.

Martin approached, cautiously. He regarded the elder Bimm with them. "Tollivar, good to see you again. I have to say, this hotel is wonderful. I have never slept better. Sorry for not being here sooner, I and my friend here were exploring your city." He said, in his calm, gruff, monotonous voice.

He turned to Gir, then stopped, surprised. He felt something, looking at the knight with him, he felt it too. A force-user was with them. Martin turned his gaze to Sol'yan . He patted the knight on the back, signaling him to keep quiet. If it mattered, they'd cross that bridge.

He looked back to Gir. "Admiral Gir Quee, I assume. I've heard a lot about you. Well, I've heard enough. It's good to meet you, my name is Martin Dux, I'm the... resident mystic in the Elysium Empire."

He extended a hand out to the Admiral.

 

[Grand Shepherd Burtch]

Objective one

(Open to objective 2 if possible)

Spoiler: OOC data

Burtch’s personal capital ship, the Makashi class light cruiser, HMS Shii-Cho, is securely in orbit above Bimmisaari

Burtch and Dorthea Dobson had arrived the day before with Marine Corps escorts. They were staying in the hotel in the Golden Strip and both Grand Admiral Burtch, and his assistant, Lieutenant Commander Dobson had stayed in their own rooms with their Marine escorts.

Normally, Burtch wouldn't have entertained the idea of having a personal bodyguard for a diplomatic summit, but the rumours of a potential assassin in the area had caused his senior staff to show serious concerns for his safety. Burtch had insisted persistently that the bodyguards weren't necessary, but then Dorthea Dobson had threatened not to go at all if he didn't bring them. He had considered not bringing her at all in the first place, as her temperament was in question, but she was diplomatically trained and he needed all the help he could get. He had conceded to her and the Bimm Mercantile Guard had been generous to allow them to bring just one escort each.

Him and his marine bodyguard, a Chiss man named Jorj'klaw'miters, finished donning their respective standard gear, and met with Dorthea and her Dornean marine out in the hall. Floating with Dorthea and her Marine was her new protocol droid, "Grunty". The five of them then made their way down the elevator and then proceeded to where they were supposed to meet the Gir delegation.

When they arrived, a few people could be seen. Much to Burtch's pleasure, Martin Dux had arrived with one of his new knights. Burtch was extremely pleased to see that Martin was taking his role as the founder of the Empire's mystic order seriously. Having mystic order representatives here to represent the Empire to the prestigious Silver Jedi was exactly the sort of thing that Burtch was hoping Martin would be doing. It made Burtch happy that the Empire's resources were being well spent. Burtch shot him a quick salute and a half smile.

There was a well-dressed, massive Feeorin there as well. Burtch was kicking himself for not better remembering the reports that he had read earlier better, but he was pretty sure the man's name was Sol'yan . Over a century-or-so old, he was a renowned master of the mystic Force and was a force to be reckoned with, albeit, a reasonable being by reputation. Both Burtch and Dorthea bowed their heads in greeting and respect. Burtch caught the smile on Dortheas face as they did so, and Burtch could tell that she remembered more than he did about the man.

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun was over at the refreshment table, looking rather uncomfortable in this setting. Burtch knew that Rex Valhoun was coming and Burtch figured that Lori wouldn't be comfortable until her husband arrived. That was fair. But Dorthea seemed to think otherwise. She started frantically waving at Lori to come over and introduce herself. Burtch rolled his eyes.

Finally, Burtch's eyes fell on the man, Gir Quee . As a fellow Navy man himself, Burtch could tell a man with experienced "space legs'' when he saw one. He had been looking forward to meeting the other Grand Admiral on his trip here, even if he felt a little overwhelmed himself. Burtch had only just recently been promoted to Grand Admiral, which came with diplomatic powers that Burtch was unaccustomed to. He hoped not to disappoint.

Burtch Saluted at Gir Quee and then extended his hand for a shake. He opened his mouth to introduce himself but he was suddenly interrupted unexpectedly by Dorthea's new protocol droid, "Greetings, Admiral Quee, and Master Sol'yan. I present you with Grand Admiral Burtch, commander of the Elysium Empire Navy, and Lieutenant Commander Dorthea Dobson , Director of Damascus Station and Overseer of Operations in the Praeda System. If you have not yet been introduced, this here is also Master Dux, the founder of our Elysium Knights, and the young lady sampling your cuisine is our Queen, Loreena Arenais-Valhoun . Our king should be along shortly."

Angrily, Burtch shot Dorthea a questioning look, wondering if her droid was supposed to interrupt him like that and embarrass their queen. Dorthea just shrugged.

 

[AvRe]

Objective Two – A War Still Burning


Coming down in a small transport ship, Avery got a good view of the battlefield that awaited them. Coming up past them was another ship, most likely the one used Travot Ravenna . The commander didn't know the Jedi too well, he'd heard of him, but never met with him in person. The ship buckled as it reached the ground, the ramp opening as it did. The dust and dirt flying up, the wind causing Avery's coat to go every which way.

He waved the Taris Far Troopers off the transport, jumping onto the ground as they, then rushing to a nearby trench. he'd usually have an officer, with them, but he felt like he'd have to suffice. After all, there were only a few of them. Following the snipers, Avery leaped to the ground too.

Spotting the trench the far troopers had made their way to, he saw something. There he was, the Jedi master himself and a motley group of shock troopers. Avery made a superhuman sprint to the Jedi. An occasional bright flash would whip past him, but they always missed.

Avery slid into the trench, dodging another stream of fire. "Master Ravenna, good to see you..."

The commander hesitated. What do I say?

"So- do you... sense anything?" Avery said, trying to sound as respectful as possible.

Another strike of fire whipped past the trench, barely missing one of the heads of the far troopers. Avery grumbled, looking up, out of the trench. Taking out his sidearm, he began firing, indiscriminately. After four or six shots, he heard a welp in the distance. Sounded like he hit something. Following suit, the far troopers began doing the same, although, their shots weren't indiscriminate.

 

[Rex Valhoun]

Objective One
Post: 1
Location: Asaari Hotel

Fashionably late. That was what Rex was today. He walked with haste toward the entrance to The Asaari Hotel. Behind him, four Neo Stormtroopers and two Knights followed, carefully scanning their surroundings with eyes, scanners, and The Force. In a busy location such as this, foes could be just feet away, and with rumors of an assassin roaming the lands, Rex did not take his own security lightly. Especially since his father had made so many enemies...enemies the young king was yet to make amends with.

Rex was practically at a jog, his thighs were burning and he was becoming winded. This is not something he could be late for, yet here he was, late. But not too late. No doubt some of The Empire's representatives had already arrived. He knew for fact that Loreena Arenais-Valhoun was here already....so at least one of the two most powerful people in The Empire was present.

The meeting itself would be interesting, and perhaps the most important of all meetings in his life so far. Indeed, The Silver Jedi Concord had sent its' own representatives to discuss their future with The Empire, which was growing at an extraordinary rate. The two nations had cooperated before, fighting The Bryn'adul, and now was the perfect chance to ensure that the two nations remain allies, or friendly at the least.

Rex returned to a more normal pace before being greeted by security and a guide. After answering a few quick questions to prove his identity, The Young King and his guards entered the hotel.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective 3: Life Renewed

Maybe he was getting old. Maybe fighting the wars was a younger Jedi's problems. Maybe he'd learned a bit of what he needed in his wanderings of the galaxy, chasing down Jedi stories of old. But what he knew was that life was a bit more sacred now, and as a Jedi, it should be part of what he did to find life, find hidden pathways, but also doing what they could to provide any assistance.

He was still a warrior, that was true, but he was more than that. He was a protector, he was a student, he was a teacher. And lately? He was a healer. That was definitely Celeste Rigel and her impact on his life, and it was definitely for the better. He and Kyra Perl were taking a small team of Jedi and others into the field with her project. He set up a Mobquet transport to help move her equipment.

"So, the Silvers really were looking for some help on this world. And it seems like a great trial run. Have a small handful of AgriCorps folks who were helping around Kattada. But this is all your job here." He looked to his Perl daughter with a grin, more than a bit proud of what she was accomplishing with this project.

"They've set up a landing zone in one of the outlying areas." He moved aside for her to take controls of the ship.

 

[Kyra Perl]

"It's just some atmo tech, dad." Kyra dismissed, nerves turning her disposition sour as she took over the controls of the ship. "It'll scrub the air of the chemicals they pumped into the atmo and revert the caustic state back to something livable. The machines are doing the work, not me."

She didn't know why she was so resistant to suggestion that she was helping. Maybe it was the fear that then she'd have something to fail.

This was just an experiment. She didn't even know if it would work! Lab trials were not the same as real life. "A lot of things could still go wrong. Like getting the balance incorrect-- we could turn this place into a rainforest," she warned, as if it was the end of all things.

She brought them down to the landing pad, her knuckles white with stress.

"It is not supposed to be a rainforest."

Coren Starchaser

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 1

Lori could have used some Tihaar, but there was none to be had. So instead she just took some brandy. She wasn't a wine drinker or cooler or anything of the sort. They all just seemed so...watered down. There was confidence in that glass. Now she just needed to have it too.

In her last meeting she had punched one guy in the face, a move that was well deserved. However it had started a brawl, and if Rex Valhoun was there he'd of had her arrested for it. But it wasn't her fault that others decided to join in what was never going to be a fight to begin with. The guy that she hit even said so himself that he deserved it. But still....she tried to avoid big events when she could. Lori had a lot of work to do anyways rebuilding her facilities that were destroyed by the Strategic Terminators of Arms Factories and Facilities. Such a feat doesn't happen overnight.

Dorthea Dobson had taughter a trick for meetings such as this. Always carry two glasses so that one could slip away from uncomfortable situations with ease. And so Lori collected a second glass, only to see that the lady was there with Grand Shepherd Burtch and some others. Dorthea was waving her to come over, but Lori just quickly shook her head. She wasn't going to talk to anyone without Rex being there. He was the King, so he would be who they were all looking for.

And then there he was. Phew! She didn't need to bore anyone to tears with smalltalk. Lori headed towards him with Arla in tow. She held out one of the glasses of brandy for him, speaking quietly, yet quickly as was her norm when she was either nervous or excited. "You look nice...Everyone's probably all waiting for you, though there's been no official announcement for anything to start. I don't even know how many are expected to show. I've brought you some brandy. It's not Commenori brandy, but it's not that bad."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

She'd come a long way, and well, he hoped he came enough to meet her halfway. The thing about children, and children with someone like Joza and not a woman whom he was otherwise long term… shall they call it emotionally invested in, was a bit difficult. He hadn't been there for Kyra in her early years, but he was now. And he was more than happy that he was fixing that.

"Still, your machines. Any leads on supplies for the second parts of the job?" He had been working with a few other scientists in the Scar Worlds that had provided a number of different ideas and concepts, including when to get plants planted and the like. "And you don't need to worry. We're off to the side here, just an AgriCorps drop off on any official records. Machines break, even droids fail at math sometimes."

He was trying to be reassuring as the ship came in for a landing. "So, what are we moving off the ship for you?" Part of him was wondering just how this place would look as a rainforest, not to jinx it, just curiosity.

Kyra Perl

 

[Gir Quee]

The admiral gazed around the lobby, his eyes wandering around the place out of habit. Part of him simply enjoyed the beauty of discovering new surroundings, especially when he so often found himself on the same starship for a long time - no matter the size of the ship, it always seemed to get too small, too familiar after a time. As part of that, his eyes briefly swept across Loreena Arenais-Valhoun and a handful of hotel staff members - a man like C Cirrus would be utterly unremarkable to the man. He was happy to see Sol'yan present, as simply by the Concord's name alone, some politicians might have been offended if a Jedi wasn't present - the Silver Jedi Order was the unifying factor of the Concord after all. But it was not a jedi or politician who spoke to him first:

"Admiral Gir Quee, I assume. I've heard a lot about you. Well, I've heard enough. It's good to meet you, my name is Martin Dux, I'm the... resident mystic in the Elysium Empire."

Mystic? The admiral shook Martin Dux 's hand with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. He had endured enough diplomatic meetings with dozens, maybe even hundreds, of cultures during his time with the Galactic Republic and then the Silver Jedi Concord. Enough meetings to know that while some cultures truly had some unusual occupations and societal roles, that not everyone was who they said they were upfront. That's half the battle, isn't it? His first guess was that the man was a Force-user of some sort, someone who studied the Force not in the path of a Sith or a Jedi, but perhaps someone like the Jensaarai or a mist-weaver. But the man in front of him didn't seem to give the straightforward or military aura of a warrior, nor the airiness of someone who studied the arcane arts. He seemed almost normal in the everyday Joe sort of way. Maybe he's a fraud or some ritualistic advisor of some sort? A family member of a VIP here? He'd have to leave that to Ariela to figure out - she was his spymaster after all.

A blue-skinned chiss accompanied by several bodyguards took his attention away from those ruminations.

"Greetings, Admiral Quee, and Master Sol'yan. I present you with Grand Admiral Burtch, commander of the Elysium Empire Navy, and Lieutenant Commander Dorthea Dobson, Director of Damascus Station and Overseer of Operations in the Praeda System. If you have not yet been introduced, this here is also Master Dux, the founder of our Elysium Knights, and the young lady sampling your cuisine is our Queen, Loreena Arenais-Valhoun. Our king should be along shortly."

Gir briefly looked back at the Martinx Dux. Elysium Knights? So is he like a jedi? The blonde man offered a slow smile to the Elysium Empire delegates present.

"A pleasure to meet you all," started the man, gesturing to the Concord representatives around him, "may I present to you Jedi Master Sol'yan, my aide, Ariela Captisan, and my bodyguard, Sariya Fenni....and certainly not least, Elder Tollivar, host of our summit today. Several members of our Silver Assembly including the current speaker should be here soon..."

He was thankfully stopped by the appearance of Rex Valhoun and his guards. He offered a polite bow to the other man as he stretched out a hand to greet the king.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty."

As he spoke, nearly a dozen more people entered through the foyer, including a tall hapan woman representing the Hapes Cluster, a tan furred wookiee from their colony world of Kwookrr, and a pair of representatives from Gyndine and Belasco respectively. Last came the Assembly's current speaker, Bail Chistor of Tirahn. Dressed in the latest Core fashion and with a warm, genuine smile, he had become the central personality of the industrial worlds within the Concord that hadn't been devastated by the Bryn'adul, and thus had become one of the most powerful people within the Concord itself. He quickened his pace to become at the forefront of the Assembly's representatives. He too offered a respective bow to the King of the Elysium Empire just after the king and queen conversed.

"I am Senator Bail Chistor of Tirahn and current speaker of the Silver Assembly," said the brunette man, sweeping a hand towards the other representatives behind him, "and these are my counterparts who you will all meet in due time. I see that you've met Admiral Quee and Jedi Master Sol'yan. But before we get started in discussions, are there any needs that we need to attend to first from either yourself or any other members of your delegation? I hope your trip and stay have been pleasant so far..."

 

[Omar Dobson]

Objective: 4

Omar and his men walked single file in the snow covered landscape towards the camp. Black boulders jutted out of the snow in various spots, smooth on the surface, yet lined with cracks. Such was the way of hardened lava, a clear indication of the volcanic activity below the surface. From what he remembered in his intel folder, Daxam IV held volcanic mines of which the Amaxine warriors protected the minerals gathered.

As for the Amaxine themselves, no current intel was gathered, no indication as to who their leader was. But that was what Omar was there for. He had no interest in taking them over, but merely to build an alliance with them and use them for his own goals. The Dobsons had a lot at stake in shaping the Elysium Empire into how they wanted it. Putting Rex Valhoun into the position of King early was all a part of that. It was the bigger picture that Omar planned for, and the Amaxine warriors were a part of that.

A lone figure observed them from the camp, watching them in silence. He was clad all in black, middle-aged, yet very much a seasoned warrior in his own right. Nothing about him spoke of weakness. Not even his stance. He just stood there with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Who are they?" Another man stepped up beside the elder, observing the foreigners.

"I'm not sure yet, Quinn. But we'll find out soon enough. Alert the others."

Quinn gave a quick nod and left the elder at his post. Placing a finger and thumb into the corners of his mouth, he let out a loud whistle on his way into camp to collect his rifle.

 

[Aculia Voland]

[Objective 1, earlier in time, Objective 2 if needed later].

Another day, another opportunity to get paid, a chance to observe our “””King””” and “””Queen””” and see if I should continue working and consider settling down in this Empire, and even more free food. Plus brownie points with the boss and the most socially adept Dobson (although that really was not saying much), the latter of whom could come in handy with convincing her brother to give me more discounts on that custom ship I ordered from him.

Aculia mused over those thoughts and similar ones as she shadowed Grand Shepherd Burtch , his escort, and Dorthea Dobson into the meeting, her distinct black and white Jedi robes with light, maneuverable armor underneath rustling softly as she did so. She caught a glance of herself in one of the hotel mirrors, admiring for a moment her hair, which was tied up with her favorite black and gold ribbon once she was on business. The hairdresser earlier had done a wonderful job in making it feel as fine as silk earlier, and Grand Shepherd Burtch had not even noticed that she had pilfered some of his credit chits from his desk to pay for it while he was moping over having to have an official bodyguard.

Tough luck, boss. When you sign up to be a dog of the government, you have to wear a collar. I wonder how tightly Rex will make you wear yours.

Officially, she was here as a “diplomatic consultant” to Grand Shepherd Burtch which she took loosely to mean she was supposed to play nice with the assembled Jedi and be prim and proper in exchange for the nice spread of delicacies and whatever pampering services the hotel might offer. Unofficially, she was here as another guard dog for Elysium’s assembled nobility, on the lookout for any assassin(s) who might harm them, albeit a younger, more feminine, and more subtle one than Martin Dux and his perennially ugly looking Elysium Knights who she was sure would be attending. She was going to need a lot of convincing and/or money if she was ever going to be convinced to dress up in that stupid, unfashionable garb and wondered what exactly the older Master saw in Rex to bow down to him.

Glancing over the room as she entered, she took stock of the assembled notable characters outside the standard lower functionaries and aides. The “Queen” Loreena Arenais-Valhoun was here, looking miserable, nervous, and gulping down a drink. The old guard dog Martin Dux was present, talking with what appeared to be some sort of military man ( Gir Quee ) that Grand Shepherd Burtch would no doubt soon fall in love with over absolutely riveting discussions of starship capabilities and tactics. They were standing with a robed figure ( Sol'yan ) ,a Feeorin, and the slight tingle in the Force she felt along with the earlier briefings and the man’s lightsaber were enough to tell him he was a Jedi. She cooly swept her eyes over him for a moment before she continued her observations, just in time for the man of the hour himself to arrive.

Rex Valhoun arrived, late she noted, with a pair of guard dogs in that awful armor, and four little puppies dressed as stormtroopers-his security escort, no doubt. He seemed a little winded and a bit tense. Understandable, as she had taken the time to learn a little bit about the Empire’s recent history, and it seems he was still adjusting to the role after Heath Valhoun 's coma. Soon Grand Shepherd Burtch 's new military acquaintance began talking in his flowery diplomatic language, and from the sound of it, even more diplomats would arrive. She wasn’t about to deal with that on an empty stomach, and soon found her way to the refreshments table, which her Majesty had recently vacated. She was hoping to find some fried nuna legs, which had recently become her favorite treat, and maybe a few drinks to make this mingling go by faster. Happily, she found some, and, putting them on a plate, went to go take up a guard position with her back to the pillar nearby.

Before I enjoy these, however, I had better start doing my job. I won’t get invited to any more of these events if the King, Queen, and boss end up dead.

Focusing her eyes on the crowd, and taking a deep breath, she opened up her mind and senses to the Force, drawing a moderate amount on it as she began to practice her Unclouded Eye technique to search for any traps, hidden weapons, or any dangerous intent or out of place characters nearby. She was sure the Silver Jedi and Rex’s guard dogs had done a sweep, but she just wanted to be sure.

Modified Roll: (14?)

[15/300 Exhaustion Points, "Fresh"]

(OOC: C Cirrus if you'd like you can roll a stealth check if he's already nearby to see if she might find you suspicious or not or get a vague hint of something, if you beat or match the roll she doesn't notice anything, she gets more and more suspicious depending on how much lower the roll is if you don't match it. I don't think modifiers are added into the roll currently by default by my testing if you'd like to add any stealth modifiers to your roll due to agent training, experience at disguises etc, just include it in your post, saying like +2 because of this, etc, and we can add that for now to the "modified roll" section until it gets fixed? Aculia's a specialist in Force Sense so I added +3 to her roll in the thing per bio, lmk if this works for you or if we need to adjust it! Thought we'd have fun with the new dice system.)

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Objective 1: A Meeting of Co-Belligerents
Location: Asaari Hotel
Tags: Gir Quee Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Rex Valhoun Sol'yan Martin Dux Grand Shepherd Burtch C Cirrus Aculia Voland

"Remember; as boots hit the ground, it's imperative that you set up a solid frontline. Any crack and the Bryn will just--"

"--will just charge on through. We've got this, Commander. By now the boys could fight the Bryn in their sleep," the captain only half-joked. By now Jaeger Battalion, the Bloody 88th, was counted one of the most experienced death-dealing units the Rangers had to offer, especially when it comes to slaughtering Bryn. "All I need to do is set them loose on the enemy - easiest paycheck I'll ever earn!"

Thirdas, recently promoted to Colonel after his slew of victories against the Bryn remnant forces foolishly clinging to their zealous beliefs, did not share his colleague's optimism. Instead of leading his troops into action, this one time he'd been ordered by Top Brass to attend the diplomatic meeting between Silver and Elysium officials. Apparently they thought having the officer who successfully held Anvil at Sev Tok present on the scene would "look good". Safe to say, being paraded about was not to his liking.

"Wish I could go with you. You have no idea." With arms crossed he watched the last platoons board their troop carriers. "I'd rather face down a thousand Bryn berserkers than a room of a dozen delegates. That's where I belong; out there, raising hell with my kids."

The grizzled captain finished his caf and scored a basket into the nearby trash bin, then presented himself before his commander.

"Well Sir, that's my cue to get going," he offered a military salute to the superior officer. "If you're lucky the talks will devolve into a fistfight, or a bomb will interrupt it, or something. Me, I'm off to smash some Bryn skulls that really got no business remaining attached to their shoulders." Thirdas grinned and clasped the man's arm.

"I've raised you well, Jaeger. Give 'em hell."

Staying long enough to witness the last shuttle take off with his boys, Thirdas took off in the direction of the Hotel knowing he would arrive late. Other than raise his pulse, the brisk jog there provided time to come to terms with his situation. By the time he reached the Hotel entrance, he slowed to a walk as he stepped through the doors.

No armour adorned his frame this time, but rather the short-sleeved uniform of the Antarian Rangers with his rank insignia polished for the occasion. Top Brass had wished that he attend in his dress blues, but that's where he drew the line. Be grateful he was there at all.

Finding him in a crowd was easy; just look for the tall blonde with a black metal arm.