Border Surveillance [ GA Dominion of Asmeru & Barkhesh ]

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Surface of Barkhesh
Objective: B and C - Set up Sensor Base and Investigate Ancient Temple
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Saint Monica"]
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Rebel Base Reconstruction Site, Barkhesh
Barkhesh System, Seitia Sector, Outer Rim

Over the past few weeks or so Zark Pulsar's life had gotten considerably more complicated.

For one thing, he was no longer Captain, but Commodore Pulsar. The officious sounding title and the way it changed how his men looked at him made him sick to his stomach, if it hadn't been for his youthful training in the courts of Dubrillion he didn't think he'd be able to stand the ceremony of it all. He was still flying though, still commanding his own starship, only now it was a slightly larger and more imposing starship, and he had an entire task force to contend with as well. Not only that, but he seemed to be spending an awful lot more his days off the bridge and often off his own ship overseeing projects like these. It was interesting work, it was good work, but it wasn't quite like life on the bridge of the Hope, or the Dawntreader before that.

His new flag, the ANS Hereafter, lie anchored in the vicinity of Asmeru. The Scythe main battle cruiser was a little too ostentatious for the work that they were doing out here, beyond the fringe and the closest to the First Order border he had ever personally come before. Instead he had dispatched the Rebel's Hope, not a ship to be locked down for long but for now on temporary detail with the Commodore's task force, to assist the Nabooians in reconnoiter the system while he had caught a ride with the ANS Dawn's Light, a Nebulon B7 escort frigate orbiting the far side of the planet from that currently facing First Order space and watching over the non-combatant transport ships shipping down components and raw material for the efforts planetside.

So here he found himself, in the ancient, decomposing ruins of a secret base and surrounded by Alliance personnel working to resuscitate it to suit their needs. Wiping the grit away from one of the still foundationally stable walls, he had found the deeply faded and worn but still barely legible symbol of the starbird, suggesting this facility was built or at one point run by one of their precursors, perhaps one of the first. Then again, with the way things seemed to repeat cyclically in this galaxy's history, perhaps not. The archaeologist in him was curious, but the records were most likely lost or inaccessible to them, and he had a feeling the answer would do very little to satisfy his compulsion for knowledge with such magnificent ruins in the area.

Not for the first time, he found himself wondering if FLEETCOM knew what they were doing, setting up so close to Order space, but with the end of the One Sith and the Vanguard after that, Zark supposed it was only a matter of time before Supreme Commander Ven set his gaze upon the border, which was growing more and more vulnerable and uncertain with every passing day. The Federation needed to increase their surveillance capabilities in this sector of space, and Barkhesh was a logical place to start. Weighed down by the burden of the decisions ahead of him, decisions that could effect the landscape of the galaxy should they get them wrong, he found himself again thinking of the temples he had seen on the shuttle ride down from orbit, magnificently ancient structures nestled in a picturesque valley surrounded by splendid vistas.

"Take over here for a few hours," the Commodore broke down at last and said to one of the senior officers on site, "Comm me in case there is an emergency."

"Sir?"

"Jedi business," he answered, waggling the lightsaber now publicly adorned on his utility belt as he left the command center, or what was going to be the command center anyway.

The Alliance team had brought several speeder bikes down with them, ostensibly for the use of survey crews, but several Jedi and members of the ExplorCorps had set up a secondary site nearer to the valley, and the bikes were a good way of getting back and forth if you weren't in the hurry enough for a shuttle ride through the atmosphere, or in case of emergencies. Zark doubted anyone had intended it for use of the Commodore to do a little sightseeing, but not too many people would raise their heads to question Zark Pulsar riding out to check on the Jedi. The ExplorCorps had offered him a position of some responsibility, more out of politeness he assumed than anything else, but his duties to the Defense Force made that somewhat difficult. Still, he had accepted an honorary membership position, and tried to advocate and serve as a patron of sorts for the Service Corps in general. While not the only cause, he was a large part of the reason why the Jedi were on this expedition at all.

This time, however, he drove his speeder past their base camp and towards the valley itself. He had not gone far beyond that when he felt his personal comm vibrate, and he sighed as he assumed the men back at base had unduly panicked, but to his surprise as he activated it he heard a stranger's voice.

"This is Knight Qel-Droma of the New Jedi Order. Anyone out there?"

He paused for a moment before answering, "This is Knight Zark, I am nearby."

Altering his course, he took the most direct path he could but was still several klicks out.

 

[Dar'rak]

Objective C: Former Massassi Sith Temple exploration.
Exploration objective for New Jedi Order, ExplorCorps, and chance of fighting Sith Spirits.
Token artifacts may be found.
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Location: Over planet Barkhesh flying his Ebon Scale
Allies: Galactic Alliance; New Jedi order; [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]; [member="Saint Monica"]; [member="Zark"]
Post: 1? (or would it be 4 for the objective? I am lost)

Dar'rak received word from the New Jedi Order that he was to rendezvous with several other Jedi on the Planet Barkhesh to explore some of the locations for a new Jedi temple. It had been some time since he had done something for the Order and was happy to finally be back in what counted as recognized space. Having been lost in the outer reaches for some time a lot had happened in his absence. Too much in fact to recount at any one time. The young Jedi Knight hoped this mission would help to make up for his absence the last few years.

As he approached the planet's orbit he heard a bit of chatter on one of the Jedi channels. It was faint due to the distance but he could clearly make out two names. Though they were new to him, both addressed themselves with the Jedi title of Knight. This had to mean he was in the right place. Waiting until he got closer to the planet and it's orbit Dar'rak responded to the pair over the same channel.

"This is Jedi Knight Dar'rak aboard the Ebon Scale... I read the both of you clearly. It is good to be among allies once again...-" Dar'rak shifted his descent into the atmosphere of Barkhesh before continuing. "- I will be making planet fall within the next few minutes."

​Turing his attention back to his ship Dar'rak made the final preparations for landing as he flew over the sky of Barkhesh to locate a suitable clearing for him to land. It took a few minutes but eventually a safe landing was achieved. Departing from his seat he turned to face one of the Astro-droids onboard patting it on its top. "Take care of the ship. I will be back in due time." Leaving the small droid to its work Dar'rak made his way to the small hanger / garage of his ship where he had docked several speeder bikes of his own creation. Mounting one the roughly 2 meter tall Dragon activated it's engines along with the boarding hatch to his ship. Once clear of his ship Dar'rak took one more look as he waited for a response from the two other Jedi.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective A; Asmeru
Discuss things
Post 1

"Proceed as instructed." Draco said, patting his pilots on the shoulder. They made piloting look simple, but there were so many buttons and lights, screens and switches, he just couldn't keep up with it all and what each thing did. It was odd, he could ride a Basilisk droid and it felt safe to sit in the saddle, natural. Even a speeder bike wasn't so bad. But a starfighter? He might as well be in a bathtub.

"Aye, but I've got a bit of business to handle first." The warlord sat back into his seat and waited, feeling the slightly rocking as the shuttle broke through the atmosphere and proceeded towards the ground. The warlord held the bulkheads of the shuttle tightly as the transport pushed into air and the rocking stopped, the ship stabilizing to a steady descent towards the designated landing pad.

There were two issues he needed to discuss with the Alliance, both of which were fairly simple but it was courtesy to ask the Alliance about their stances on the subject matter. Storms were brewing on the horizon, and it was best that Draco had the hatches figured out before the maelstrom of war arrived at his door step.

The shuttle landed and the hiss of the pressure equalizing resounded across the landing pad.

[member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Ben Carlin]

Location: BARKHESH SYSTEM
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: [member="Karl Von Keldor"]
Post: 3

"Boring, na it won't be boring, with a experienced girl like you on my wing It'll be a good time.... That came out wrong."

He chuckled soft nodding soft shaking his head as he looked over towards her fighter looking it over a little keeping alongside her. Glancing down at the picture of his girl he sighed soft, What I'd do... he shook his head shaking the thought off before hitting the comm button again.

"I think we got 370 to 0 from the ship as our sector, preliminary sensor scans sense nothing out of the ordinary but the asteroids could be blocking whatever the First Order has out here protecting their boarders so I suggest we try and keep it a little careful."

He accelerated forward sweeping in front of Choli and pointed his way towards their sector and slowly crept up until she came up next to him, he kept his eyes scanning out into the space his palms getting a little sweaty. Calm down bud, it'll be a alright just breath. He thought taking a deep breath through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. This was going to be interesting.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Deep Space, Barkhesh System
Objective: B - Scouting Mission
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Owen Holst"]
Adversary: [member="Karl Von Keldor"]
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Flight Deck, Unyielding-class Command Cruiser ANS Rebel's Hope
Deep Space, Barkhesh System, Seitia Sector, Outer Rim

"Lieu....I mean, Flight Officer! We're almost ready for you here," one of the crew technicians called out, herself straddled over the nose of the battered and half-broken down old X-Wing he had been assigned.

Flight Officer Arix Askrima nodded curtly in response, not taking his eyes off the last of the screaming starfighters tearing down the pipe and out the carrier's side as elements of Rogue Squadron began their patrol. Not too long ago, when he had been the third officer of this ship, he would likely have been them streak by in the outer darkness from his vantage point on the bridge. But with the promotion of his old superior, mentor, and friend to Commodore and green pastures, the command track just hadn't seemed that appealing anymore to Arix, and so he had fallen back on his original love of flying. For months even before Commodore Pulsar's reassignment, he had been hard at work on the sim pods on his off hours, brushing up on his technique and learning the ins and outs of starfighters. Having learned to fly on larger craft, there was a bit of an adjustment period for him, but he was starting to get the hang of it.

"All clear here, up you come!"

Originally there had been some debate when he had gone public with his wishes, beyond the arguments against career suicide, of whether the additional weight and bulk of the cyborg Jedi Padawan's life support suit would make flying in such a small, confined space impractical at best. But with a few modifications, both in trimming down the suit itself, and to the starfighter's cockpit, and Arix found that he could fit inside with full freedom and range of movement, albeit a bit snugly fit. The Blue Squadron pilot wasn't even expected up in the void for another few years at least, but he had taken the time to come early to run a few last pre-flight diagnostics himself and get a feel for her. From his vantage point inside the bird, he could see a large swathe of the Hope's hangar, including Chief Caydence himself chewing out a junior tech over something or other. Ignoring the natural compulsion to make his way over and put out the fire, Arix had to remind himself not for the first time that it was no longer his problem. He was a pilot, and he knew because he had taken a demotion to get here.

It was an easy thing to remember in theory, or to remind oneself during little encounters like that all day, but a few minutes later when klaxons starting blaring and alarms flashing all throughout the hangar, it was another story. On the bridge, for one reason or another, newly repromoted Captain Mazik Stazi had called for action stations. A month ago, the answer to the burning questions gnawing away at his mind would be a simple comm to the bridge away, but as a flight officer in Blue Squadron, he had no right to such privileged information until the bridge deemed it necessary. Luckily, he did not have to wait that long, as frantic gestures from the crew below his X-Wing suggested they wanted him flying.

Technically still in their off hours until the Rogues were done with their patrol, only one other member of Blue Squadron as already here in the hangar, and the other pilot was not yet even geared up. Interfacing his life support helmet's heads up display with the electronic and guidance systems of the X-Wing, his body shook slightly as he felt a sudden jolt yank his whole craft from its current position and into alignment for takeoff. Gauntleted hands danced over the cockpit controls and keypad, running through an expedited form of the rest of the pre-flight check list. In another minute or two he looked back up out the now lowered canopying, giving a thumb's up gesture to the crew below, who were detaching the last of the tubes and other machinery hooking him in place.

"Rebel's Hope flight control, this is Blue Ten looking for a green light," he said in his best maverick pilot's voice as he keyed on his comms, "Repeat, Blue Ten requesting clearance for takeoff."

The flight control officer on duty squawked an affirmative directly into the auricular implants interfacing with both his suit and the cockpit systems, and lights ahead of him shifting colors to indicate the pipe was clear. Engaging his repulsorlifts and then pulling back on the throttle, Arix experienced the surreal sensation of the rest of the hangar rocketing past him all at once as the X-Wing accelerated to an extreme velocity in seconds. Then there was nothing before him but black, the solid frame of his canopy, and the bright twinkling lights of a starfield unencumbered by atmosphere. He had not gone far when an unidentified vessel appeared on his sensors, still well out of engagement range but certainly close enough to them to be running scans of their own.

Ignorant of the particulars but educated enough to guess the general circumstances, from the way the Alliance battlenet wasn't exploding with the activity of a hundred different voices meant someone in charge had kept their cool and ordered friendly radio silence. If they had detected the unknown craft early enough, there was a good chance the Nebulon B7 and civilian transports on the far side of the planet were powering down to minimum systems, hoping not to alert whoever had come calling to their activities on the surface. With any luck, it was just some tourists a little to curious for their own good, but worse case scenario...

"This is the First Order Vessel Challenger to unidentified ships in the Barkesh system," a voice crackled to life on an open channel in his cockpit, "You are hereby ordered to heave to and identify yourself immediately."

No orders were given for any aggressive action from Arix's mothership, in fact for a long moment no orders of any kind were given at all. It gave the flight officer just enough time to wonder who in the Federation was going to respond and what would they say, when his eyes widened in fear and he groaned as the response finally came.

"FOV Challenger, this is the Alliance Naval Ship Rebel's Hope," the inflections were monotone through his starfighter's limited comms package, but those on board the First Order ship could hear the full gruff edge of the duros captain's voice, "Be advised, you are encroaching on a Galactic Alliance Defense Force military exercise. Request you withdraw from the area at once and out of immediate sensor contact." There was a short burst of static, and a pause just about long enough to have conferred with others, and then Captain Stazi added with a sharp edge, "Please comply."

 

[Jsc]

Location: Quark River Temple, Alliance ExplorCorps FOB. The Temple Valley.
Obj C - p2 - w/ [member="Dar'rak"] [member="Zark"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

Friends had arrived. Excellent! To make note, R2's update to her com spoke of ExplorCorps, survey teams, FOBs, and simply other exploratory Jedi members. All well and good given the galactic location of things. This near to the borders of the First Order? Well. Anything was possible. Naturally, such politics that now Saint Monica of New Prosperity was only too happy to ignore. Bleh. Politics. Gross.

...

After a short jog Karen found herself at the forward operating base of the GA ExplorCorps. Home to the forward teams that had discovered this location. As such, they congregated here. At the very beginnings to a wide and spacious Temple Complex. A glorious construction of golden stones that they now called, the Quark River Temple. One of the few ruins already explored by the forward teams. It was... Mmm. Mostly safe. Hehe. Their equipment and quick-shelters were already inside.

"Hello. Hello."

Karen busied herself by greeting their science and research teams. She asked questions, shook hands, and did what she could to make herself known around the small encampment. No doubt more adventurers would be arriving to the same location shortly.

A veritable hub of activity.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Asmeru
Post: 3/25
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Social festival

Ugohr's question forced all the convicts to take turns handing over their broomsticks/mops for the presence of engines of any sort that would be capable of enabling the ability of flight to the broomsticks or the mops, but upon closer inspection, these mops look nothing like Wiccas, which was the main model on the market that could actually do what Ugohr described. So, as Ugohr had to pick up trash by hand, without using the Force to do that, he was eagerly waiting for his mop to be returned to him as he saw a crowd of passers-by looking at his fellow convicts funny, knowing that these jackboots had ditanium balls-and-chains attached to them, making them heavier and harder to take off unassisted. The Gungan let out a sigh of relief when he realized that his broomstick was too light to have the motorization required for it to take flight. The guards inspecting the broomstick realized that his had no hidden compartments in which stuff can be smuggled in either, and so, collected Ugohr and the other users of the broomsticks being inspected.

"This broomstick cannot fly, nor can it be used for smuggling"

"What does dat mean?"

"All clear, Ugohr, you can go along your business of sweeping the floor and clearing it of waste"

"Roger, roger"

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Objective C: Former Massassi Sith Temple exploration.
Exploration objective for New Jedi Order, ExplorCorps, and chance of fighting Sith Spirits.
Token artifacts may be found
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This is a rather low population planet with some net locations:

• Great Temple Valley : A series of ancient temples of an unknown civilization scattered along a valley on the planet Barkhesh and was similar to the Massassi temples on Yavin 4.

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[member="Dar'rak"] @Zark [member="Saint Monica"]

"This is Knight Zark, I am nearby."

Thick, bushy peppered brows rose. A small smile perked at the corner of the nicely trimmed beard. "Seems May'rhi that we do have some company."

The youngling gave an answering hopeful smile. That's when another voice joined the fray.

"This is Jedi Knight Dar'rak aboard the Ebon Scale... I read the both of you clearly. It is good to be among allies once again...-" Dar'rak shifted his descent into the atmosphere of Barkhesh before continuing. "- I will be making planet fall within the next few minutes."

Taking up his comm, Rhen brought it near his mouth. He used the same frequency the two had sent a message through.

[ Good to hear from you both Knight Zark and Knight Dar'ark. ] taking a small datapad, he scanned over the information.

[ I''m sending you both coordinates to where we are at. We'll be rendezvousing with another party down the valley. ]

 

[Karl Von Keldor]

FOIV Challenger
Objective B
Post: 3
Allies: Forever Alone
Opponents: [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Zark"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Ajira Cardei"]

FOV Challenger, this is the Alliance Naval Ship Rebel's Hope, be advised, you are encroaching on a Galactic Alliance Defense Force military exercise. Request you withdraw from the area at once and out of immediate sensor contact. Please comply."

And just like that, the question of who exactly had set up shop in-system was answered. They hadn't even had time to begin actively scanning the system yet, and their opponents had handily identified themselves. The Galactic Alliance. Had it been acceptable to show such emotion in front of his crew, Karl might have sneered. And here they were, on the borders of First Order space, pretending to be conducting exercises. Exercises. Mustafar was the closest Alliance held world, nearly as far away from Barkhesh as Isis was. Exercises indeed, a likely story.

And who were they to insist that the Challenger leave the area? They were the interlopers, not the First Order. Not so close to the Imperium's borders. If they thought to stake a claim here and scare Karl and his ship off, they would be sorely mistaken.

"Sensors active. Identify, catalogue, and transmit details of these Alliance ships back to sector command."

Down in one of the crew pits, a trio of men were stirred into action. The Challenger was not a dedicated scout ship, but it was a military vessel. It's sensor suite was advanced but nothing special, the equal of intelligence gathering equipment commonly found on every military ship the galaxy over. Far superior to most civilian models, of course. The crew of the ship made no effort to hide what they were doing, not that the Imperial vessel had any particular methods of hiding it's scanning. Anyone could see the Challenger loitering near the edge of the system, and any ship with a half-decent sensor suite would either notice the First Order craft scanning the system, or even their specific ship. The information gathered was promptly saved in the ship's computers, then transmitted to a distant location, wherever it was that such contacts were archived.

Satisfied that they were performing their primary duty, intelligence gathering, Karl focused his attention on the next issue.

"Helm, bring us about to face the planet. Engines to one-quarter. Let's not make these interlopers feel that we are preparing to attack....yet."

The ship was tough as nails, but not terribly graceful. After a few moments, the engines came to life in a roar of blue energy, and the wedge shaped ship-reminiscent in many ways of the larger Victory class cruisers-swung around to face the planet and those in it's orbit. Satisfied with their bearing, the helmsman eased a throttle forward slowly, the engines propelling the ship painfully slowly towards the far distant planet.

"Now then...Comms, another transmission, audio and video this time, hailing frequencies."

Taking a moment, Karl von Keldor straightened his uniform, clearly displaying his Commander's rank on the shoulder in much the same way that imperial uniforms had shown for a thousand years. The simple grey uniform was clean, crisp, but otherwise unadorned. Still, at least in First Order space, those who had a modicum of intelligence knew what it meant to wear the Naval uniform. He then clasped his hands behind his back, standing up straight. It simply would not do to appear anything less than utterly professional, especially in the face of potential opponents.

The holofeed came to life, and after a moment, Karl spoke. His accent, a clean Dosuun one, oozed aristrocrat with every syllable. It was natural to him, having been born to the circumstances he'd been born to.

"Rebel's Hope, be aware, you are nearing the territory of the First Order. Please conduct your exercises elsewhere, and vacate the system immediately along with your accompanying ships and starfighters. Unauthorized military missions near Imperial worlds are not permitted without proper authorization of sector leadership."

Pausing for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile crossed his features before being forced away.

"Please comply."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Post: 3
Location: Barkhesh System
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Zark"]
Adversary: [member="Karl Von Keldor"]
Roster:

• RNS Jamillia - 980m
• RNS Ajacar - 200m
• RNS Velit - 200m

The Challenger ran by each set of probes as hoped. Each one added to the Jamillia's -- and the Alliance's -- idea of what the First Order was bringing to the table. By the time the Challenger ran into tactical miniature grav wells inbound on Barkhesh, the Naboo flotilla had a pretty clear picture of what the enemy ship had eaten for breakfast, not to mention the odor of its socks and the general tenor of its relationship with its mother-in-law.

Then the Challenger started actively scanning everything in sight.

"Took the words out of my mouth," murmured the black-clad woman in the captain's chair. "Comscan, return the favor."

The Jamillia was the first of its class, a light star destroyer with what was probably the biggest, heaviest, highest-resolution sensor gear ever mounted on a capital ship. In a slugging match it would get hurt, but its purpose was to look and look hard. The Naboo probes had taken an inquisitive glance or two at the Challenger, but the Jamillia's multi-hundred-metre sensor pylons and three-klick towed array eclipsed the probes' capabilities by several orders of magnitude. A weltering barrage of active scans -- sniper-scope DERs, primarily, but lots of exotics too -- began evaluating the Challenger down to the rivets in the walls and the color of its captain's eyes. If the First Order wanted to know what they were looking at, the Jamillia would oblige: the Challenger was staring down the throat of possibly the best sensor ship in the galaxy.

It was a good thing, a very good thing, that the Naboo flotilla was outside the reach of long-range weapons. The Jamillia had no business on the front lines: the smaller but tougher Rebel's Hope could take point. Still, the Hope had already answered the hail, but the Challenger had been addressing the Naboo ships as much as the GADF presence.

Click.

"Challenger, this is Director General Ajira Cardei, commanding the Royal Naboo Ship Jamillia. Our mission in this sector is diplomatic and humanitarian in nature. We have not entered, and will not enter, First Order territory."

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OOC/ [member="Karl Von Keldor"] - maybe I'm missing it, but what model of ship is the Challenger?

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Post: I
Objective: II. Border Surveillance
Location: Edge of First Order space - Near Barkhesh
Allies: The First Order
Cold War Neighbors: The Galactic Alliance

The large durasteel hulk of the Imperial X-class Star Destroyer Nemesis sailed through the darkness of deepspace, the large pitch-black tapestry dotted only by small but bright stars. Clangs rang through the bridge of the ship as Admiral Graf's booted feet made contact with the metallic floors, striding towards the viewports so he could awe himself by the vastness of space. Graf's attention was diverted to the console infront of him. He cycled through a few of the screens until he was perusing the sector map, they were in position right at the edge of First Order space. "Deploy the probe droids, it's time to see what our tense neighbors are up to." He stated dryly.

Small pod-like vessels zoomed out of the hangar of the star destroyer, heading towards non-First Order controlled systems to scout out the movements of the Galactic Alliance...

​

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"Probe droids deployed, sir." The sensors operator reported. "Excellent, set course for the Brakhesh system. We must collect Commander [member="Karl Von Keldor"] and return to Dosuun. Send out a transmission to the rest of Death Squadron and inform them of our movements, I want them ready to jump in at a moments notice, I have a bad feeling about this..." Graf ordered. The stars streaked to the side of the viewports as the destroyer passed lightspeed and entered hyperspace.

It had only been a mere ten minutes in hyperspace until the entire ship jolted and the blue tunnel of hyperspace disappeared.

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"Sir! We've been pulled out of hyperspace by an interdiction field!" A lieutenant yelled from one of the crewpits. Graf's mustache furrowed angrily "Bring our shields to maximum power! This could be an ambush!" He barked to the bridge crew. The aged admiral glared down at the command console, the sensors showed the FIV Challenger nearby as well as three unidentified vessels. "Get us to the Challenger and alert the commander of my presence! I want to know the meaning behind this! Contact Death Squadron and put them on stand-by alert!"

The Nemesis hurtled through space towards its comrade, ready to come in guns blazing if it had to.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Draco Vereen"]
Obj. A
Asmeru
Discuss Things
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"Confirmed, then," Veino replied through the comms as Draco replied. His boots echoed on the floor, barely audible above the festive din. "Due to my efforts on Susefvi, I have the dubious pleasure of being the standing official on duty at present." A hint of laughter rang through his voice in the last comment. A message came in, saying the drinks had arrived and been delivered. That helped. Empaths and parties didn't mix well unless something was dulling the senses. It was already grating on his mental barriers- a constant barrage like the sea. Something to quiet it down would be good.

"I can get us another patio if you want," Veino added again, stepping outside the building. "Unless you have somewhere else you would rather discuss." A breeze caught the hem of his coat, sending it flapping idly as he waited by a speeder. This was not meant entirely for diplomatic discussions, but he could improvise. Do some quick research and figure out where the Alliance stood on issues.

"Is there anything I should be aware of before we begin discussions?" His voice grew a little more serious now. "I need to know what we're discussing before I can begin."

 

[Saffron]

B A R K H E S H
4/5 post for Mara Tibx Contract for materials via a secured Fuel Station

The construction of a sensor and comm base on Barkhesh at the former Rebel Base.
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The first geological survey's were deployed to Gal Milnor proper. The rest would be done through mining and geological survey probes that would scan and search the system. It was a low populated area, with only a few areas here and there. Saffron quietly sat at her desk, reviewing the notes of the feed back as they would come in.

A deep sigh escaped her lungs. She was only now just weening off the excitement from the previous travel trip. In fact, ever since then she'd had to take some personal time to adjust and gather her bearings. The entire ordeal only confirmed that she had to be able to control her abilities but also shield herself.

The only person she knew that could help her was Lord Ovmar. It would require set sessions and she didn't want to bother him. A frown graced her delicate features, reviewing the holomap of a nearby asteroid system Mara Tibx was in the process of surveying.

What can I do?

 

[Dar'rak]

Objective C: Former Massassi Sith Temple exploration.
Exploration objective for New Jedi Order, ExplorCorps, and chance of fighting Sith Spirits.
Token artifacts may be found.

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Location: Planet Barkhesh near the landing site of the Ebon Scale
Allies: Galactic Alliance; New Jedi order; Rhen Qel-Droma; Saint Monica; Zark
Post: 2
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Dar'rak waited patiently for a response from either of the two Jedi. His short wait was quickly met with a response and a viable location for him to meet up with the pair. The scanners located on his HUD cycled through the data and mapped the location on a grid. "It seems the coordinates are coming in clear." Dar'rak took his com device in his hand and activated it.

[ I have your location but I am a bit of ways out. ] He responded to the Jedi whom referred to himself as Qel-Droma. Taking the grips of his Speeder Dar'rak squeezed the throttle as his bike roared to life once more. Looking out over the landscape and then back to his HUD the young Jedi plotted his course before releasing the brake and accelerating across the Barkhesh landscape. As he traveled over the land the scenery was not lost on him. He could feel every tree, and blade of grass through the force as it whispered in his ear. It was something the young Dragon missed as he traveled the stars. There were no trees, no birds, no whispers on the wind, out in the deep recesses of space. Only darkness and shadows that haunted him. Something that called to him, something he desired, that also desired him.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: BARKHESH SYSTEM
Objective: B - Border Scouting
Allies: [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] Asmus Janes [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Zark"] ( npc ) @ any other Starfighter Squadron like Wild Knights [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

[member="Karl Von Keldor"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]

One ear listened to the command channel whilst his other stayed on the Squadron net. He cruised his ship as sensor information was relayed to the Squadron. His display lit up with a wall of information. Red information. The First Order vessels were marked as hostile by default by Alliance command and control systems.

"Rogue Squadron, this is Rogue One. S-foils in attack position and accelerate on my vector. Actively scan hostile vessels on approach. Do not, I repeat, do not enter covert mode. That capability is not to be revealed."

Asmus brought his nose about towards the First Order vessels. Priority targets and potential defender grid pattern were laid bare by the advanced scanners from the Baboo flotilla. He flicked his comm unit to a galactic standard open hail channel.

"This is Rogue One to Challenger. Please power down weapons we are moving to escort you whilst you remain in the vicinity of Alliance manoeuvres. When you reach a distance of nought point one milliparsecs from Alliance flotilla we will break off. Is this understood?"

 

[Karl Von Keldor]

FOIV Challenger
Objective B
Post: 4
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Opponents: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

Rogue Squadron.

What was it with these rebel types and naming their squadron Rogue? It seemed almost as if every other fighter outfit since the first Death Star had been named Rogue squadron. Children in the Alliance must have had posters on their bedroom walls of Rogue squadron. There were probably action figures. Lunch boxes. Poorly written holo-dramas about Rogue squadron. Someone had probably written fan fiction. Karl shuddered at that. The horror.

"Commander! The Nemesis has entered the system, and they are requesting information."

Karl frowned. Admiral Graf, here? Interesting, but puzzling. He must have picked up on the alert back to sector control and decided to check things out himself.

"Very well. Send the Admiral my compliments, transmit our gathered data to the Nemesis, and update him regarding the situation here."

The arrival of an Admiral, decked out in an imperial-X class star destroyer, was a major event. But the reality remained that there were potential hostile contacts in the system, and those took immediate precedence, especially when the bridge came alive with the sound of the Rogue squadron's leader and another of the Alliance leaders. They were just coming out of the woodwork today.

"Challenger, this is Director General Ajira Cardei, commanding the Royal Naboo Ship Jamillia. Our mission in this sector is diplomatic and humanitarian in nature. We have not entered, and will not enter, First Order territory."

"This is Rogue One to Challenger. Please power down weapons we are moving to escort you whilst you remain in the vicinity of Alliance manoeuvres. When you reach a distance of nought point one milliparsecs from Alliance flotilla we will break off. Is this understood?"

It was understood, certainly. The message was all too clear. Get away from our ships or we'll shoot you down. Karl couldn't help but smile slightly at that.

"Director General, your humanitarian mission, well-meaning though it may be, remains unauthorized. May I suggest that the Alliance contacts First Order leadership before engaging in further..." He paused for a moment, noting the starfighter squadron barreling towards them in attack positions. "Diplomatic and humanitarian missions? Especially so close to our borders."

He turned his attention to the Rogue squadron next. The nerve of some people. Daring to attempt to shoo an Imperial vessel away? Laughable.

"Rogue leader, be advised that if your squadron enters weapons range in attack positions we will have no choice but to defend ourselves. Your operations are not being immediately impeded by our presence here. If a military incident takes place here today, it will be your doing, and I suspect your leaders would frown on that."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Post: 4
Location: Barkhesh System
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member=Zark] [member="Asmus Janes"]
Grumpy People: [member="Karl Von Keldor"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Roster:

• RNS Jamillia - 980m
• RNS Ajacar - 200m
• RNS Velit - 200m

The Jamillia and its widely deployed scanning ships began detecting probe droids in short order, all across the sector. As of yet, however, they made no move against the droids, and were likely detecting only a fraction of them.

The Nemesis ran between its share of the sector-wide Naboo hyperspace monitoring probes, just as the Challenger had done. By the time the larger Star Destroyer hit the miniature interdiction bubbles outsystem of Barkhesh, its impending arrival had been transmitted to Alliance authorities. Like the Challenger, it exited hyperspace just beyond the reach of long-range weapons relative to the Jamillia and its escorts.

As the Challenger's captain spoke, Ajira muted the comm. "Comscan, light up the destroyer and furl the array."

The Jamillia's powerful sensors began amplifying the work of the customs and interdiction probes that had yanked the big ship out of hyperspace. Short- and long-range high-resolution scans of the Nemesis began to take form. Ajira's mouth tightened as she watched the raw data scroll by. The Nemesis was almost twice the length of the slim Naboo heavy cruiser, and maybe eight or ten times bulkier. It outclassed the Rebel's Hope by a serious margin.

Then again, Rogue Squadron.

"Challenger, the RNS Jamillia and its immediate escorts are not part of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. We are operating independently of the Galactic Alliance government and military command structure. We are on a civilian diplomatic and humanitarian mission from the people of Naboo to the neutral planet of Barkhesh. We are evaluating and improving the efficiency of navigational routes and charts for local use. The mission will be complete within seventy-two hours. Your scans will note that our flotilla is not outfitted for capital ship combat. Please verify that your systems register our telesponders as neutral rather than hostile."

She muted the comm again and glanced at the Jamillia's noble guest, [member="Spencer Varanin"]. The Queen of Eshan was a longtime friend to the people of Naboo, a Theed Hangar minority shareholder, and an expert on this particular region of space, hence her participation in this mission. She was also an extremely powerful empath who could get a good read on an enemy commander's intentions. Ajira raised an eyebrow and smiled.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Asmeru
Post: 4/25
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Social festival

Once the brooms have been returned to everyone, Ugohr continued diligently keeping the floor clean, while the festival took place. He might have seen a face famous across the galaxy, but he couldn't identify him, with or without the Force. There-sa somethin fishy about dis guy, he thought, upon seeing that face flashing across him. But picking up trash from the floor was a dirty job; yet, he knew that the diplomatic channels regarding things such as an appeal could take forever and all he could do was to grin and bear it. For the first time in years that he could step outside the prison and, in effect, off-world, he'd better not waste his opportunity to actually make the possibility of parole worth the while, knowing that good behavior would help him get the miscarriage of justice in order, if any. He found out that the wastebasket is a little crowded, so he waited in line for the wastebasket for him to drop the waste he found on the ground in it. When his turn arrived, the bag was almost full, and what he collected was sufficient to fill the bag to capacity.

"Whosa will replace da waste bag if issa full?"

"The last inmate for the bag replaces said bag"

"Mesa?"

"Yes, yousa"

 

[Roth Tillian]

Objective Recon
Location: Flying in Barkhesh vicinity
Allies: [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Owen Holst"]
Awkward Relations: [member="Karl Von Keldor"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Post 3
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Blue swirls raced past the cockpit as the squadron barreled through hyperspace. Twelve Knight fighters, not used simply because the name similarity with the Wild Knights, but for its mission profile, flew along beside, along with a certain modified freighter. This was a standard recon mission through empty space. That meant several things- lots of flying hours with nothing actually happening and a certain... distance from command. Roth had prepared accordingly. Four bottles of Corellian whiskey were stashed inside the small cargo compartment. They took up most of the consumables storage, but so be it. Ration packs were small anyways.

"Captain Tillian to Captain Tillian," Roth added after a moment, studying the displays patched through from the freighter. "Reversion shortly. Keep patching us in until we get there."

"You got it, Roth," the reply came back. "Let you know what I see. StarDream over and out."

Roth settled back into his seat, watching the hyperspace waves pass on by. They were kind of like actual ocean waves, he had to admit. Logically, he knew that was not even close to true, but it sounded nice, so he just went with it. Once they were back into realspace, it would be time to pop open the bottles and celebrate a job finally over. It was good to have Aeshi back from, and stranger still that he had found her on Castameer escaping from his own prison cell. He'd been a teenager when she and her parents had vanished in the Core. The entire family had come to the funeral, even those on trips on other sides of the galaxy. After all, to attack any member of the Tillian family unwarranted was an attack on the family itself. A loss of one was a loss to the family.

But she had returned, miraculously, alive and gone into the family business.

"Roth!" Aeshi's voice yelled through the comms and he flinched at the sudden onslaught. "There's two Star Destroyers and an Alliance task force here plus a Naboo detatchment."

What? That made zero sense. Alarms sounded suddenly as an interdiction bubble appeared on the scanners. Hyperdrives cut out in response, dropping them out early. Roth scowled and studied the data. Things were tense. Too many people with weapons locked, loaded, and trying to play bad cop. Problem was that if everyone was the bad cop, nobody could be the good cop to actually resolve the situation. Well, except him, and maybe Aeshi. She just disliked all governments in general, which in this case made her ship neutral ground.

He opened up a public comm and broadcast a message to everyone.

"All right, everyone. This is empty space so we're all here on patrol missions," he paused to let out a dramatic sigh. "Which we all know are as interesting as polishing boots. Different flags, we're all still spacers."

His mind raced as he tried to piece together the rest of his plan before they got into another shooting war. The Omega War was barely over and here they were on the edge of starting another one.

"And between us spacers a long way away from high command, I brought some bottles to enjoy. In the name of intergalactic diplomacy, I am willing to share. A difficult choice, I assure you, but I'm willing."

He ran through the list of ships present. All except Aeshi's were governmental affiliated, which would make for some unfortunate happenstance. Unless they used the freighter as a meeting point.

"So if Captain Tillian is willing to share the StarDream, I suggest any interested parties rendezvous there as neutral territory."

In his private channel, Roth could make out a stream of muffled swearing as Aeshi and her co-pilot, whatever his name was, scrambled to decide how to handle it.

"This is Captain Aeshi Tillian," a reply finally came on the public channel, "I accept the proposal. Bring the booze and don't mind the mess."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective A; Asmeru
Discuss things
Post 3

"Aye, I came to discuss two things. The nature of the Alliance's relationship with the Mandalorians and with the First Order. I feel they are both important enough subjects to warrant a face to face discussion. Mostly I want to know where the Alliance see's both governments on the spectrum of truest ally and most despised foe." Good to know where the only other major player in the galaxy stood before a war got good and started. Besides Draco was a family man now, he didn't really lead anymore. He left that to younger, or older in many cases, men who were ready to give up their lives for constant war. And there was one transgression the Alliance had perpetrated against the customs and honor of the Mandalorians, though Draco didn't consider it as a sanctioned attack on the honor of Mandalore. He considered it foolishness on the part of one or more people that had been told they had power.

The shuttle landed and Draco descended the boarding ramp. There were a handful of Mandalorians that remained on board, some of them stared down the ramp, watching the warlord leave them behind, but most just sat aboard and kept themselves occupied playing cards or chatting among themselves.

Draco walked down off the ramp and waited for Master Garn to fetch him rather than bumbling into a crowd of people where it would be much harder to find him, despite being a tall mandalorian wearing beskar'gam.

[member="Veino Garn"]