Back in Business | First Order Dominion of Halm Hex

[Perth Levov]

Post 5:

“So what’s our part in this?” a new voice said.

The one that was clearly the leader snorted. “We need to prepare ourselves for the counterpunch.”

Perth frowned. This group was part of the bigger plot but following them would not stop any attack, but merely end any resistance following it.

She peeled the recorder from the floorboards and dropped down to the loamy soil below the house. She remained still for a long moment, crouched in the darkness, listening to sounds of distant laughter and the creatures that clearly came to life in the early evening.

Perth waited until the moon was low in the sky before she went to the building that intelligence said was most at risk. The threat of sabotage had caused the complex of buildings to be placed on high alert. Armed sentries, some accompanied by leashed beasts, patrolled, and powerful illuminators cast circles of brilliant light over the spacious grounds. A five-meter-high electrified stun fence encompassed everything.

Perth spent an hour studying the movements of the sentries, the periodic sweeps of the illuminators, the towering fence, and the motion detector lasers that gridded the broad lawn beyond. She spotted the weaknesses and was sure that anyone who wanted to break in enough would spot them too.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

True, to the eyes of companies like Sienar-Jaemus Fleet Systems, or even [member="Aurelia Volcata"], Star Tours was a mark of infamy. But the main reasons why the First Order stranglehold on the media actually worked as far as Star Tours was concerned, even with the Hoth ski resort and the Kaeshana spaceport, were that 1) these projects were entirely privately-funded, and 2) their size were limited due to their limited practicality. In Hoth's defense, it was built when the First Order wasn't in a state of total war. By and large, however, the appreciation the First Order population might have had for Star Tours depended on their appreciation of what supply chain management entailed. Well-appreciated for those who relied on frequent repeat shipping or travel, not that much for those who were beating the drums of war. Yet her business with [member="Ysane Varn"] was finished and she could now fully focus on what she remembered SJFS to sell as far as starship components are concerned: flight avionics, navicomputers, hyperdrive motivators or even spare ion engines but she did not ask for more than spare parts at this point: a limited supply would perhaps do.

"It might be best to keep the deal low-key, but keeping a deal low-key would be best done if there are only small quantities involved. Might just want brand-new flight avionics, navicomputers or hyperdrive motivators, or perhaps other spare parts, but not much beyond that"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OBJECTIVE: 4
LOCATION: Halm, not far from objective 1

"Captain Karrde?"

Ajira -- no, Ashin again -- looked over her shoulder. "Yes, Professor?"

Professor Bortuthis blinked big Ithorian eyes. "We have identified a number of potential deposits, and the scanning phase of our operation is complete. We shall proceed with core sampling. Please touch down one hundred metres south of the oasis with the mukata trees."

Leave it to an Ithorian to use plants as landmarks. Ashin nodded and eased the Shamballa over the dunes. "Please brace yourself, Professor." She extended the science frigate's landing gear. With a shudder and a groan, the Shamballa settled onto the ground by the oasis. Ashin pulled up a ventral holofeed and verified the landing gear hadn't embedded themselves too deeply in the sand.

"Marvelous, Captain." Bortothis clapped her on the shoulder and shuffled out of the small, simple bridge. Now was hurry-up-and-wait time, as the geological expedition took core samples from the ground under the sand.

 

[Claire Organa]

Objective 1
Post 3

Her head seem to swim through the layers of flavors that were in the glass each time she looked into it she thought it was full again. But that could not be so as a waiter passed with some empty glasses she slipped hers onto his tray. She did not want to make herself look a fool here and embarrass the few friends she had among the First Order ranks.

As she looked about a bit lost she finally saw someone she knew Natasi she whispered and began her way towards the Grand Moff. A older gentleman his hair graying at the temples with a kind face stopped her to ask about her if she could meet with his wife this weekend. "Of course, shall we set a time." Claire pulled out her calendar, "how about 11 tomorrow that would give everyone time to be fresh" She could have said be awake.

Nodding appreciatively she looked against towards where [member="Natasi Fortan"] stood speaking. Claire would wait until she was free before approaching she would not want to interrupt any conversation.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 1
Post 13

Lydia swirled the chilled wine around her glass and looked down into the bubbles thoughtfully, her face suddenly clouding despite the clear blue skies, now trending towards orange as the sun loomed low over the horizon. She spoke impulsively then, watching the bubbles whirl and whirl around the glass, and later she wouldn't be quite sure just why she had felt so comfortable sharing her thoughts -- or perhaps she was sure, and didn't want to admit it. "Between you, me, and the lamp post, I'm not sure whether I do want to be embedded in a unit. With war declared, there's every chance that I will be in a dangerous situation again. And -- " She fell silent for a moment. "I don't know. You'll think I'm a coward, and maybe I am. But I don't know if I can do it again. Willingly. Every time I close my eyes, I can see -- " She squeezed her eyes shut, and in that moment she was back on Kaeshana, watching as her cameraman exploded in front of her, liquifying and spraying from the heat and pressure of Galactic Alliance artillery. Her eyes flashed open again and she quickly turned away, looking down at herself, incredulous that she wasn't covered in gore.

She drew a breath. "It's... just a difficult proposition. Maybe it would be different if I had your training," she mused. "Anyway -- " she broke off again and took a long drink of her wine, allowing it to warm her from the inside, for had it not become terribly cold in the last thirty seconds?

"There is no debt, Rolf," she said quietly, her eyes flicking up towards his for a brief moment before retreating under their lashes once again. It was the first time she had addressed him by his name, rather than his rank. "You owe me nothing that I don't owe you in return. You saved my life on Kaeshana -- you took me under your squad's protection when you had no reason to trust me or care. That's not nothing. Whatever I may have done, you more than earned it back. I'm inclined to believe that it is I who owes you a debt, but if you disagree, then let us agree that we're square. What do you say?" She reached across the gulf between them to seal their agreement with a handshake.

"Besides, I don't want you feeling obligated to say yes if I should want to ask you out," she said, with a bravado and bluster she didn't quite feel, but pretending had pushed the darkness of Kaeshana away for the moment.

[member="Rolf Amsel"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Rabiosa

Objective 1
Post 3

Lily's eyes darted back from A'sharad's face to Vitor's when he tightened his hold on her. Perhaps he expected her to interpret such subtle gestures, a squeeze on her arm, as nothing more than an unspoken request to tone down her sharp tone. Unfortunately for the Sith, however, the empress was entirely intolerant of such behavior - besides, she bruised easily. She winced, visibly, at the grip - perhaps a gross overreaction to what was certainly not painful, but she was not the kind of person to take physical abuse, however small, lightly - and held back the urge to ruin her expression with a snarl of defiance. Even if she had been ten years younger and her father had been standing in A'sharad's place she would not have let something like that slide.

It was perhaps odd how angry she could get over something so small, but her body was as much her image as was her responsibility as royalty - and here she was just a pretty face. She took the moment that [member="Natasi Fortan"] created when she stepped into the conversation to shake her arm loose of his grip, or at least try to. She really didn't mind if he kept her held against him, but she wanted him to know that she was not going to tolerate any kind of domineering on his end, especially not physically. She noticed that she hadn't been spoken to, though she wasn't too surprised, so she remained silent by [member="Asharad Graush"]'s side. She'd let the Sith and [member="Vitor Avendahl"] speak with the Grand Moff - this was one of many moments where she knew it was best to meld with the background.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Objective 1
Post 2

Fiolette looked herself over in the mirror, it was as Galidraani as she was getting today she told herself. She wore a simple suit, heels and held a clapse purse in her hand. Leaving the comfort of her stateroom, the woman took her time in making her way toward the cocktails. The blonde smiled to the other patrons as she passed them by in the spacious corridors, hand along the railing of the stairs as she walked up to the next level.

Upon entry she noted the busy atmosphere and decided that since her niece was entertaining guests that she'd move over to engage the bar. "Yusan Sunrise, please." She ordered and took a moment to look over the bar's decor and design. "Thank you," she said to the bartender and turned to view the ongoings of the summit. [member="Aurelia Volcata"], [member="Claire Organa"] of whom Fiolette was not even aware had interests with the First Order. She thought the Organas stayed on their Aldreaan most days. Volcata would be an interesting one to speak with all things considered, Fiolette thought to herself as she continued to observe the summit's initial cocktail hour.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

​Objective 4
​Post 1

​Location: Not far from uncompliant facility, Marzoon.

"They're just like me," his whispered voice choked, though it died without the comm registering it. He could feel them as they writhed beneath the torrential blaster fire. His austere Stormtrooper helmet filtered out all sound, but within his simulacra, 0772 watched the world burn. The ravaged scene did not unnerve him. He starved over the bodies with acute dispassion, and only the sensation of their minds reaching out just before death reached them. He could hear them cry out, soul searing screams that only those sensitive to the Force would ever notice. Other Stormtroopers filed into the room past him, shrugging past the young man and hoisting their rifles to fire.

"0772, lock it down," one of the others called out to him. He snapped to attention and raised his weapon. "I will not tolerate dissension in the ranks, even from ​you."

​There was no call for worry. As the signal was given, 0772 added his own fire to the next volley. Another wave of lives ended. More screams rose, beyond where the others could hear. 0772 blocked them out from his mind. After several moments, the XO hailed for the fireteam to hold. "The room is clear," he notified the group. "I will ping the others. 0772, you are clear to proceed."

He stepped forward, gave a salute, and tugged the helmet free. His mess of black hair fell out and the others turned to glance in his direction. It was highly irregular for an enlisted man to remove his armor in hostile territory. ​Against protocol, ​even. Whispers both audible and inaudible crept around the pale youth as he strode forward, one hand on his head. "​Quiet," he snapped. There was no hint of command or suggestion in his voice, just an irritation that surprised every man in the unit. ​Who is he?

In all white, plas and durasteel armor, 0772 stepped over a mire of corpses and waded through their rapidly fading life force. ​What is he doing?

​"I said quiet," ​0772 hissed. His thoughts twisted and burned as death coalesced around his being, and the dark side unfurled like a fog around him. The others stared at him as he glanced around, blissfully unaware of the other world his eyes saw into. Their voices had drained away, and he could no longer see them. Only the souls of the damned, lifted up and taken by a hooded figure without a face, led solemnly toward oblivion.

"You do not belong here," it warned him.

0772 ignored the being. His eyes searched among the souls for something... else.

​"Do not disturb the dead." ​The wraith turned to face him directly, its unseen gaze cold on his body. 0772 glanced up. ​"Return to the living at once, or you will not again."

​"The Supreme Leader has instructed," he intoned simply. His gaze shifted once more, this time to a small, gilded light that rose up from one of the smaller bodies. A child, female, no older than nine. She was lost in one of the initial volleys. 0772 walked toward the spirit and knelt to inspect her face. She looked up at him with a deep sadness in her lifeless gaze. The wraith came close, its hand wavering just above the unmasked Stormtrooper. "I will not touch her," he told the spirit. "I just need to see her face."

Suddenly, she smiled at him.

0772 took a step backward, the illusion around him dispelled. The XO was shaking him. "-72," the urgent voice rang in his senses. "0772, are you with me? Respond!" His red gaze flickered and he inhaled deeply. "0772, your vitals flat-lined. Whatever you just did- don't do it again."

When the boy looked, he was on his back, elevated on the commander's knee. They had encircled him and several of the men had readied medical supplies to attempt resuscitation. A collective feeling of relief washed over them, and 0772 felt it all at once. His eyes closed, slowly. "The girl," he managed. "Find the girl with silver hair and bright blue eyes." He sat up, one arm in his lap as he surveyed the room for corpses that might match the spirit he saw.

A dejected sea of bodies denied him. One atop another, adult and child, male and female. It would take nearly a half hour to sort through them. "It was here," he announced as he replaced the helmet on his head. "They were as the Supreme Leader said. Teaching their young in the profane way." 0772 rose slowly to his feet as the Stormtroopers took lengthy steps back from him. "Search the facility and neutralize any survivors."

The XO stepped forward. "Comms, apprise the unit at the facility of what 0772 has found here," he instructed. "Heavies, to the front. Secure the next room."

​Meanwhile, a transmission was sent to [member="Kyrel Ren"] and [member="Torian Pierce"] .

 

[Skylar Walker]

Objective 3​

Post 1​

~​

Skylar had left her home for a while, to explore a few different systems. The force had been calling her there and she felt that there was nowhere else to go or nothing else to do. She had been drawn to Dathomir and had come face to face with Darth Maul. How it was possible, she didn't now. The force worked in mysterious ways and that was possibly what was going on. Now she was returning home, but sensed something once again through the force. It was [member="Kyrel Ren"] yet again that she had sensed off in another battle or some sort of fight. Changing her coordinates, she changed her direction to go in that of Marzoon.

She had never been to Marzoon before, so this would definitely be a first.Once she finally emerged from hyperspace, she saw the planet below and a starship just ahead. It wasn't too long after she entered the area, that someone contacted her ship asking for her identification.

"Skylar Walker. Does the name Kyrel Ren sound familiar to you guys??"

she asked. There was a few seconds of silence before there was a response confirming that it had been his cruiser that she had come upon.

"Go figure.. quite a fancy ship for someone like him.."

she said under her breath.

"Is Master Kyrel aboard?"

she asked. The man responded and told her that he had taken a few of the Ren down to the surface to ambush the Temple below. With that, she acknowledged the officer, thanked him and then got clearance to go down below. Skylar hadn't seen Kyrel in a while and hoped that he would actually be different towards her this time. He always seemed so nice to the rest of the Ren, but to her, she never knew what she ever did to him. If anything, she's saved his skin multiple times before.

 

[Leilani Paaie]

Objective: Make friends, scope out companies
Post 1

Location the upper deck looking at the skies

The spy slash seductress stood at the railing looking out over the expanse of water. She held in her hand three invitations each asking for her to join in a meet and greet, a symposium, or just come for drinks.

She held the first one up

Mr. Eric Devereaux of Bakura, CEO of Synplast requests the pleasure of your company.

Tilting her head in thought wondering what was on Bakura, and would it help her to make contacts outside of the First Order. Information was required on companies not of the First Order, but that did not mean that a company already under First Order protection would not have something. Synplast. Plastics. It had possibilities. Leilani smiled as she tossed the invite into the water. Let's see if he comes looking.

She held up the second one a single name, and a time.

Ms. Amelia, no last name, asks you to join her this evening for dinner.

No other information intriguing. Leilani had not really been approached by a woman before. The lack of information made her more curious. "Dinner I can do" Leilani tucked the invite into the pocket of her small jacket. Leilani's picture was available through a small site known as Spacebook. She oftened did checkins to show her location, and posted pictures of herself. She NEVER made that duckie face though. That face just made everyone look like they were in pain. Leilani preferred to avoid that particular impression.

The third invite of course she had saved it for last.

Mr. Amram Solomon, VP in charge of distribution for PharmCorp.

The pleasure of your company would be appreciated at a small gathering in the PharmCorp Stateroom around 8 this evening.

"Well then dinner with Amelia and then drinks with Mr. Solomon and party." Nubia currently was not under the influence of any faction, but a pharmaceutical company offered possibilities.

 

[Zef Halo]

DESERT EMPRESS
HALM

[5]​

​

The ongoing conversation between Vitor and Graush had been casually interrupted by none other than the Grand Moff.

Natasi Fortan.

Vitor had seen her appearances on the HoloNet, her vigorous protective nature of the First Order and viciously fierce antagonism towards the Galactic Alliance prominent in all of the announcements.

This economic summit might prove much more productive than initially perceived. Nothing to do with finances but it had everything to do with networking. Corondex Arms' co-founder could not help but jump at the opportunity.

"Vitor. Vitor Avendahl, on behalf of Corondex Arms. Pleased to meet you, Grand Moff Fortan" The Sith returned the smile and gently held the Grand Moff's extended hand for a moment while graciously nodding his head. "One of the prime suppliers of weapons to the Auxiliary."

He was not sure whether she knew of Corondex or not, nor did it matter. Did Asharad sense Vitor's opportunistic desires through the Force ? Perhaps. That did not matter too. Graush was playing a dangerous game and Avendahl would bet his fortune that the High Marshal was surprised to see Vitor here.

"I have been looking forward to meet you and discuss the possibilities of expanding the current relationship that Corondex has with the First Order."

[member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 1
Post 14

The brunette inclined her head as she greeted [member="Vitor Avendahl"] and listened intently to his introduction. "Corondex," she mused quietly, looking thoughtful for several long moments. "I've seen the name before, but -- ahh, of course." She lit upon her recollection then and her eyes brightened. "Suppliers for the Auxiliary, of course. I'd know it anywhere."

Natasi wasn't entirely sold on the idea of the Auxiliary. Truth be told, if she had her way, she would have simply integrated the army, but even she -- at the apex of her power -- knew better than to cross the establishment in such a blatant way. The Auxiliary was a happy medium that allowed people -- men and women, humans and aliens, even criminals who could be reformed -- to serve the First Order despite being unable to fit into the standard First Order stormtrooper uniforms, wield standard weaponry, or pass a standard background check.

"Of course," responded Natasi pleasantly. "So far your wares have proved to meet our needs as far as I'm aware. I don't see any reason why we should change suppliers -- if Major Amsel agree and High Marshal Graush don't object, of course -- I'm sure you'll speak with them during the course of the voyage. We're very interested to see what kind of innovations you have to share." She took another sip of her drink, her eyes falling upon [member="Lily Kuhn"] as she did. Once her drink had returned to its resting position, she offered a polite smile to the woman and inclined her head, offering a hand. "Good evening," she said. "Welcome to the summit. Natasi Fortan," she said, by way of introduction.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Objective 1
Post 1
Location: Lounge

A slow, silent exhale escaped between barely parted lips as silver-green eyes scanned the decadent assortment of patrons. It wasn't that the large, dark-skinned individual seated at the bar was judging those arrayed before him, he was merely observing. After all, those that lived in glass houses should not cast stones. The sounds of idle chatter filled the large space though it was not a soft sort of white noise. Perhaps the man judged to harshly. How long had it been now? He scarcely remembered his last truly public outing. A life that had traced nearly the full diagram of the galaxy's possibilities had left a man formerly known as many things largely without much drive.

Cameron Centurion... Lord Ashmedai... Aatrox... Whatever name he chose to refer to himself by, it made little difference. In the not-so-distant past he had stumbled upon this discovery. He had grown jaded and all but disinterested in the galaxy at large. At first, he'd considered it a disgrace to his life-long journey, to the blood he spilled in pursuit of one simple yet seemingly enigmatic goal; self-fulfillment. Yes, Cameron had been happy many times throughout his life, but it was quite rare that he ever became truly satisfied. No one aspect of life tended to appeal to him enough to devote his entire being, so he floated. In truth the closest thing to a constant in his life was that of his wife, whom commanded the depths of his heart even to this day. But...love and affection were not and probably would never be the principal components of his soul.

Bright eyes drifted towards the glass resting casually on the table beside his comfortable perch atop a plush leather chair. Condensation adorned the sides of the glass and encircled the bottom of the alcoholic drink which Cameron had yet to touch. As if on cue, a distinctly feminine voice called from his left side.

"You know those are typically better before the ice waters them down."

Cameron offered neither his attention or voice to the unseen but not surprising newcomer.

A few seconds passed before the woman offered a gentle laugh and gingerly took a seat on the arm of the tall stranger's chair. "I'm not going to bite, you could at least feign awareness that I'm speaking to you."

Another few seconds passed, but it was Cameron that finally responded, still gazing absently at the glass. "No."

"No? You're not very good at this are you?"

Slowly, the Sith Lord shifted his gaze to the woman, a thin smile slowly spreading across his lips. "Quite to the contrary..." Cameron's large left hand settled upon the woman's right thigh with what was undoubtedly a surprisingly gentle touch. No sooner had their skin made contact than the woman would feel an unseen power surge through her body, momentarily paralyzing her. There was little visual indication of the hidden strength of the entity that had removed control of her own bodily functions save a brief shudder of the floor that could have easily been dismissed as wave action against the keel of the vessel. At least, dismissed by those unaware of the stability coefficient present in such large vessels or the reality of wave action on a...river. "I am exceptional at this."

Without placing pressure on the woman's thigh, Cameron came to his feet but maintained his invisible grip of her body. Adjusting the light sport coat he wore over a lightweight dress shirt, the large, dark-skinned Sith strode casually for the exit. Within a matter of a couple steps, Cameron released the woman. There was scarcely a need to take things any further. The existence of Force users in the galaxy was anything but a secret. In fact they seemed to be so intensely concentrated that Cameron figured that normal sentients had to be the anomaly these days.

Still someone suddenly dropping dead would have drawn far too much attention, and he preferred not to give any overzealous security officer a reason to place themselves firmly in the sights of Cameron's apathy.

That tended to get messy, and he, of course, was here for an official reason.

 

[Zmej Ren]

Objective 3
Post 3
Marzoon
[member="Skylar Walker"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Stardust Raxis"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Torian Pierce"]


“Be careful not to overstep your bounds, Kyrel. This is our mission.” The young woman spat like a poisonous snake while staring him down to remind Kyrel of his place.

“I serve the Supreme Leader just as you do; my task is to ensure the academy and all its students embrace the First Order’s official teachings and ideology.”

That also included keeping the mechanical dog leashed and obedient, as obedience was the greatest of virtues to be found in the Supreme Leader’s subjects. Zmej inherently disliked Kyrel’s independent streak, seeing it as a direct opposite of the iron clad discipline traditionally associated with Imperials. Too much independence produced rogue elements impossible to control, which in turn bred chaos and unrest. If the First Order was to unite the human race and ultimately the entire galaxy, it had to keep its leash very tight, so even the most rabid of dogs knew their place. Although the expressionless mask concealed so, two burning embers sparkled beneath as she continued to regard Kyrel with a mixture of distrust and high expectation. Indeed, the young disciple did not trust Kyrel’s abilities, and even though it was his head on the chopping block should things go poorly, Zmej greatly disliked the concept of failing the Supreme Leader.

Her helmet, too, possessed an internal comlink, and so the blonde disciple heard out one Watchman Yune’s plea, remaining silent through its duration. It sounded the woman knew the exact specifics concerning the academy’s activities, which immediately aroused the Ren’s suspicion – partially because every Force sensitive outside of the order of Ren was technically an enemy. Given that and still missing her morning caf, body practically radiating boiling anger, Zmej Ren had zero intention of letting the enclave’s members go. In fact, she’d rather have all students executed than to let a single one of them escape the First Order’s reach and reinforce the Galactic Alliance. First things first though – while Kyrel wished to wait for the diplomat, there was an entire building filled with Force sensitives and their instructors. Pacifying all resistance took priority though. After all, no mediations have been scheduled for today.

“Thirty men will be enough to secure the lower floors,” declared the armoured disciple, aware of how effective the combination of Ren and strormtroopers was. If the inhabitants were trainees preaching peace, there was little to worry about. Especially with the building surrounded.

For all her reputation surrounded by brutality and ruthlessness, she did not march up the stairs with lightsaber in hand. Although the steps echoed uncompromisingly as her plate boots strode up, everything ultimately depended on the academy’s inhabitants. While determined and ready to butcher the leaders alongside anyone to raise arms against her, the dark disciple wielded a weapon far more powerful than simple destruction – an offer to start again, under a different flag. Even the strongest spines bent when faced with enough pressure and fear of death. Young and inexperienced, the academy’s members wouldn’t resist for long. Shattering all their hopes promised to be more than enough to convert a few.

“May the Supreme Leader watch over you.” The young disciple announced with a smirk, walking through the entrance.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective One.
Post 4.
[member="Vitor Avendahl"], [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Lily Kuhn"]

"Grand Moff - A pleasure," the Epicant-Hybrid would've said as the Grand Moff arrived. He hadn't answered Vitor's last inquiry, which had been a thinly veiled attempt at trying to determine his purpose at being at the Summit. A'sharad wasn't amused to see the Sith from Corondex Arms, but he wasn't going to turn him away, and as the Grand Moff spoke to him, he answered with a, "A time and a location is all that is necessary," he'd say in regards to him meeting someone for this mysterious proposal during the weekend.

-

When Lily however sought to strip herself away from him, he'd allow her, much more preferring to not cause a scene as he clasped his arms in front of him, just below his waist.

Corondex supplied weapons for the Auxiliary? That's a surprise.

The Sith's lips did the opposite of what one might've thought, and he projected a smile as he heard those words. "Forgive me for the correction, Grand Moff, Rolf Amsel has reached Colonel," he said with an apparently genuine smile, through and through. "It is difficult to get used to in truth, he was long overdue for that promotion." He went on to say.

"Vitor," he said as the Grand Moff seemed to take an interest in his hair dyed companion. "The Army has other projects for Corondex to be apart of, pending your acceptance." His tone suggested the man didn't really have a choice if he sought to make it off the boat alive.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 1
Post 15

[member="Ysane Varn"] | [member="Dunames Lopez"]​

Aurelia pulled her wrap around herself; the heat was dropping rapidly as the sun dipped below the horizon, and her silken ivory blouse no longer provided the warmth that was required. "Onderon," she murmured, shivering again. "I always have such a visceral reaction to the name," she said, her voice half smirking, half apologetic. "Goodness knows how long it's been now, but I was a Senator in the Galactic Republic when it was headquartered on Onderon. I dealt with this horrible woman -- Onderon's Senator, [member="Cecily Demici"]. She traipsed around the Senate like she owned the place simply because the capital happened to be on the planet she represented." She rolled her eyes. "It was absurd. It's no wonder that the Republic fell with bickering, incompetent bureaucrats like that at the helm. I don't think I've ever had the misfortune of meeting someone with such a unique combination of necessity to control coupled with a sheer lack of vision and ability."

She glanced around the deck. "Not like the First Order. For its faults, it doesn't seem to lack vision or ability. Anyway," she said, waving her hand airily. "It sounds like your company isn't tainted with the other problems of Onderon. I'd be interested in partnering with a smaller corporation that has potential for growth, and always looking to expand our market. Do you have need for starships? Fighters? Gunboats? Patrol vessels?"

 

[Ysane Varn]

"Well I know the Onderon Navy could always use those sort of things, which my company cannot provide. So it would be nice to have someone to procure those from yes. As for me personally, no I don't really have a use for them yet as I have mostly everything I need near Iziz. As for the partner ship it would be nice to have access to more outlets that a bigger company could bring in."

Ysane was also quiet familiar with the old republic days on Onderon, though she was still working for her father back then, she could remember a lot of the workers speaking their distaste for it, and wanting to go back to their monarchy. Which after the fall of the Republic they did, though now there were rumors running around Iziz of a dark force lurking on Dxun, and how things might be dark for the people of Onderon in the future. Though these were just rumors and Ysane didn't want to trouble the woman with those, but those rumors were also why the security droids were with her, and why her company was focusing on building up the Military with tech.

[member="Aurelia Volcata"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective 1
Post 16

Natasi's eyebrows raised quizzically, then she inclined her head towards [member="Asharad Graush"]. "He is, indeed -- and long overdue. You're absolutely right -- forgive me, High Marshal, it has been a busy few weeks." She looked back over to [member="Vitor Avendahl"] and smiled. "Colonel [member="Rolf Amsel"] heads up the First Imperial Shock Trooper legion that is attached to my fleet, but he's along this weekend also to assist with contracts relating to the establishment and kitting-out of the Auxiliary forces. Perhaps you would have a free few hours this weekend to sit with one or both of us to discuss the details. High Marshal Graush, I believe you would also take an interest in this conversation, no?"

"But there will be time for this over the next few days. Do feel free to help yourselves to whatever you like. I think we'll be pulling away shortly, and then there'll be dinner in the restaurant." She spied [member="Claire Organa"] not far away and her smile broadened. "Would you excuse me? Very nice to met you both," she said to [member="Lily Kuhn"] and Avendahl. "Always a pleasure, Graush." She patted the High Marshal's shoulder in a comrade-like manner before detaching herself from the group and approaching the designer.

"Claire," she declared pleasantly, taking Claire's left shoulder in her free right hand and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "I'm so pleased you could come. Have you got something to drink? How are you, it's been too long."

 

[Claire Organa]

Objective 1 -
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[member="Natasi Fortan"]

Claire hearing her name turned, "Natasi, I'm so honored to be here, and yes I've had a drink. Something that ran along the colors of a rainbow and nearly knocked me on my...seat" She laughed as she returned the kiss to the cheek.

She looked into the eyes of her client, and friend. Yes friends it was hard not to know so much about someone and not consider them a friend. "I am doing ok." She looked around the room again until her gaze settled once more upon the Grand Moff, "I don't think I've ever seen you in a room full of your co-workers." She was not quite sure of the word to use certainly some were her contemporaries, and others were not.

"I think I'm ready to make a move and build a location within First Order territory, if I can get permission to do so." She looked about again, "I think one of my shops could do well." Granted Claire's clothing could be a bit form fitted but she also had other designers who contributed to her shop. "So are you sure I can't get you to wear the gold dress yet?" Claire was teasing her a bit knowing that she would likely never wear anything like that dress, but there was always hope.

 

[Perth Levov]

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It was time to test the defences of the installation. Perth was certain that infrared cams were scanning the grounds, but there was little she could do about those without leaving evidence of her infiltration. A probe droid would have been able to tell her all she needed to know, but there wasn't time and she wanted to do this herself.

To test the possibility that pressure detectors had been installed in the ground, she used the Force to propel stones over the fence. As they struck specific places on the lawn, she waited for some response, but the guards stationed at the entry gates simply continued to go about their business. One test complete.

When she was satisfied that she had committed the results of her test to memory, she removed her cloak and leapt straight up over the fence, landing precisely where one of the rocks she had thrown lay. Then she sprang to a series of other spots that could be identified by stones that ultimately carried her to the wall of the main building, moving with such speed the entire time that whatever holo-recordings were being made wouldn't show her unless they were played in slow motion.

She reached the first door and found it locked, so she began to work his way around the building, testing other doors and windows, all of which were similarly secured.Test two complete.

Then she tested the building's flat roof for motion and pressure detectors as she had the lawn. Vaulting to the top, she was confronted by the sight of an array of solar panels, skylights, and cooling ducts. She walked to the nearest skylight and noted that, embedded in the transparisteel panel were monofilament chains, which, when severed, would trip an alarm. Test three complete.