Border Surveillance Pt 2 | GA Dominion of Rutan

[Decimus]

Objective: BYOO - Continue repairs on damaged vessel.
Location: Outer Rutan System
Allies: [member="Tam Severro"] [member="Gabriel Lethe"]
Post Count: 2

Two blips suddenly appeared on the ship sensors. The droid manning the sensor console quickly rushed over to inform the General. ''Sir! SIR! We've got unknown blips approaching us.'' More pirates, perhaps?, the general thought to himself. He quickly arose from his command throne, moving over to the console. These signals appeared smaller than the raider frigates they'd scared off earlier. Outright hostility might not be advisable. ''OM-2, open up communications with the oncoming signals. I will address them personally.'', he said commandingly, the B1 manning communications quickly doing as commanded. ''Roger roger!'', it chirped out. He quickly moved back infront of the bridge holo-communicator, transmitting his signal to the Vector Squadron.

''Unidentified vessels. I am General Aut-X, formerly of the recently defunct Confederacy of Independent Systems and acting Supreme Commander of it's remaining forces. One of our vessels was assaulted by opportunistic raiders while our fleet passed through this system. We are currently enacting repairs as swiftly as we can so I might rejoin my fleet, before their frigates attack again. Identify yourselves.'', he said politely, hoping not to antagonise whoever these strangers were.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

PVE Adventure & Mingle: Jedi Service Corps ahoy!
Jedi Service Corps Seminar
NJO Praxeum Ship

It was to be a bustling day of attendance for those wanting to join or take part in assisting the Jedi Service Corps. The New Jedi Order may be one of the more militant sects of Jedi currently practicing in the galaxy, no Order can persist for long without building something to fight for.

So for those whose interests diverge from or exceeds the boundaries of law enforcement and military advisement, there is the Service Corps. While the bulk of the Corps is comprised of those sensitives who don't make it through their Initiate Trials to be taught by a master, some Jedi campaign for postings in order to follow particular passions.

Dedicated to improving quality of life both within and beyond Federation space, through their four divisions the Corps seeks not only to serve the Order and the Force but to build a reputation for the Jedi of the Alliance as not just warrior monks but builders of a better galaxy.

Each division is run by a small council of senior members responsible for administrative and logistical oversight, the heads of which report directly to the Grand Marshal.

Wandering into the assembly room, Knight Rhen Qel-Droma stood off to the side. He had a light smile across his face, hands clasped at the small of his back. He wore his distinct bright green Corellian robes, designating himself as a member of the Corellian Jedi Order. While he worked along with the New Jedi Order, he was more in line with that of his native and recently rebuilt and freed Corellia.

For now he was wandering around to take part and mingle with anyone who would like to discuss the Jedi Service Corps or any other matter.

Information on the Service Corps would be displayed on a holographic screen for all attendees to see:

The Jedi Service Corps​

Agricultural Corps (AgriCorps)

One of the largest Service Corps divisions, the Agricultural Corps uses the Force to nurture crops, protect endangered wildlife, and generally safeguard planetary environments. The AgriCorps have charged themselves with maintaining healthy biospheres on worlds throughout the Alliance and, where possible, beyond. Drought, blight, disease, and imbalance - all pose a threat to order and serenity and can be mitigated through concentrated application of the Force.

Working closely with the Federal Agricultural Administration, AgriCorps members can be found on major food-processing worlds and planets otherwise rich in life throughout the Alliance. While much of the division's work is practical, there are research avenues such as the specialist Jedi Geologists who study the composition of planetary crusts on unfamiliar worlds. While the Agricultural Corps may seem dull to some, its undeniably fulfilling work, and with their tangible contributions to Alliance food production AgriCorps members are certainly one of the most popular facets of the Order as far as the public concerned.

Medical Corps (MedCorps)

A haven for pacifists and practitioners of the healing arts and struggling to balance the Order's more aggressive edges, the Medical Corps is almost an order within an order. By far the most organized division, MedCorps Infirmaries are some of the most advanced facilities in the galaxy and operate on worlds throughout the Federation. Members of borderline Force sensitivity serve primarily as medical technicians and assistants to Jedi healers, although there are programs for Alliance citizens to receive subsidized advanced medical education in return for a term of service working as doctors for the MedCorps upon completion.

Although maintaining a significant presence on Cardea Medical Center above Sullust, the MedCorps is technically headquartered at the Halls of Healing deep within the Sullust Temple. The council that leads the MedCorps, referred to as the Circle of Healers, splits their time between the two locations, torn between their twin duties to help the people of the Alliance and to be there to safeguard key personnel of the Order should an emergency arise.

Educational Corps (EduCorps)

Composed of scholars, teachers, archivists and historians, the Educational Corps represents one of the finest unsung institutions of higher learning and academia in the Galactic Federation. The not an official university as such, the EduCorps nonetheless maintains several state of the art learning facilities throughout Alliance territory, as well as extensive libraries and archives in each Temple of the Order. Although spookily efficient when it comes to organizing their archives, the Educational Corps can be notoriously byzantine in most other matters, as the division is governed by a council more often appointed based on the quality of their research as opposed to their managerial acumen.

While interested in the general acquisition of knowledge, scholars of the division tend to specialize in matters of the Force, working closely with members of the ExplorCorps to catalog, comprehend, and if necessary contain Force resonant artifacts. Those scholars and historians who focus primarily on studying the teachings and relics of ancient Masters as well as the lineages of Jedi and Sith tribes throughout known history are sometimes known as lore keepers.

Exploration Corps (ExplorCorps)

The final division of the Service Corps is the most far-flung. The Exploration Corps considers the whole galaxy its territory, and its members are rarely found in the Temple on Sullust save for the governing council. Instead, they maintain outposts on the fringes of Alliance space and beyond. Also perhaps the most fractured in purpose, the ExplorCorps is affiliated with the Alliance Survey Corps as well as the Intergalactic Zoological Society and Academy of Jedi Archaeology. From consulting on first contact missions to cataloging species on undeveloped worlds for the AgriCorps to remapping hyperlanes to acquiring artifacts and lost writings for the EduCorps and other reputable academic institutions, the Exploration Corps' mission can be as varied as the type of people the division attracts.

There is a subdivision within the ExplorCoprs, large enough to sometimes be considered an unofficial fifth branch referred to as the Diplomatic Corps or DiploCorps, composed of those Jedi whose realm of expertise leads them to consult regularly with Alliance ambassadors as well as occasionally sit in on provincial or intergalactic negotiations.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Jedi Service Corps Ahoy!
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 3/20

"I thought that you were a failed psychiatrist, Master Thuku: what made you decide that medicine was still the right thing to do after all?"

"Let's say that the Atrisia Campaign forced me to reconcile with my past as a medical practitioner: the Admiralty gave me the command of a triage beachhead"

"A triage beachhead? I heard that you pulled one of your padawans out of the main action; can you confirm you did that, and why?"

"I can confirm I pulled out one of my padawans, one [member="Geloyra Malleus"], from the main action and brought her to me on Inysh, to the triage beachhead, because I deemed that the risk of falling to the dark side was too great in her condition at the time to let her fight the Sith. She had no lightsaber training, she would pretty much have to rely on the dark side to get out of Atrisia alive. Also I denied her necromancy, it was a surefire way to fall to the dark side in her case. In short, she needed me more than I needed her and not only because she was denied the dark side of the Force on multiple occasions, even though she was drawn to me because she wanted to be different from the fiercely militant brand of Jedi sold to the galaxy, even though I can feel in her the temptation of the dark side at every corner"

Even though naval bureaucracy wanted her to command carriers because they feel that Jedi should be represented across all areas of Alliance service. Attack craft piloting, special [ground] operations, shock infantry (and the resulting ground commands), these were the things that most among the Jedi favored, especially as it pertained to law enforcement and its relationship to combat duties. Then again, these things were par for the course across history, so it's clear to her that the Alliance wanted to be different from most light-sided factions in history. But she didn't notice that [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] was somehow listening, no more than she would realize that not training Geloyra in the lightsaber was perhaps for the best, too. Would he be happy to hear as to exactly why she pulled Geloyra out of the main action in the Atrisia Campaign? Was there sufficient reason to countermand the NJO's orders? She will soon find out that she kept every padawan she had on a short leash.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Objective: Assist where needed
Eneimes: Unsure
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"], GA
Post: 1

Lynn Corerunner, a new face among the Galactic Alliance with very little known about her. So far she had passed her tests. She proved to have a strong mind and understanding on the way of the Jedi, but weak with the practice of using the Force. While she was very limited with the Force, her use of the Lightsaber and hand to hand was beyond par. Now that the basics were out she was to be sent on a routine acquisition of the planet Rutan.

As her transport ship broke orbit and entered the atmosphere. She pressed the button to open the blast doors and held firmly onto the ceiling grip. The wind as the ship descended was powerful causing the robes of her armor and her hair to whip around violently. While the wind was violent, her stance was calm and firm. She breathed in the cold air as it refreshed her. All the testing did make her a little on edge and worn out, but this mission seemed to be a possible easy and uneventful one.

The ship came down on the landing pad outside the assembly hall and Lynn exited along with the other Jedis. She entered the assembly room and quietly took her seat. She just hoped her deciding to wear the armor was an unneeded decision.

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

Objective: BYOO – System Patrol
Location: Outer Rutan System
Unknowns: [member="Aut-X"]
Allies: Vector Squadron | [member="Tam Severro"]
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"Don't ask me, Eight. I am just here for the girls, the glory and the gold." Gabey responded while peering at his HUD feed. Blips were everywhere, ticking in and out, friendly IFFs for the most part, but just now two unknown quantities entered the mix. See, this was why at the end of the day, even if Vector Squadron was a bunch of raggedy tag individuals... they were still pretty karking good at what they did.

Had to be.

A regular guy wouldn't have been able to keep up with all the information being shoved at ya every two seconds or so.

Even the little beeping astromech droid didn't do much to offset that.

Eight was already on the case, though. He listened quietly as Five relayed the orders. Before they could actually do something about those orders, the unidentified ships hailed them first with purpose, intent and identity. See, this was the part of the job that he really hated -- can't all be flying, pretty and fast, starlight bursting against your viewport -- it was the part where you had to exercise judgement calls.

If they had been on the ground, Gabey would have exchanged a look with Tam, but that wasn't possible.

So he just went with it.

<< Roger that, Aut-X. We are with the Alliance, please stand-by. >> It did look legit. The ships were being repaired out there, that much they could make out. But this was a fragile situation as it was, they didn't have any worthwhile clearance so they barely knew what was happening outside of their own mission parameters, yet, everything pointed towards a lot of tension. A fallen sovereign nation's exiled remnants could be more trouble than they could handle right now.

He switched back over to his private channel with Seven.

<< This is above our paygrade, Seven. As far as I know the CIS was never the best when it comes to common decency. We got no idea if this Aut-X character is on the level, whatcha say we bump this up the hierarchy and let them sort this mess-in-the-making out. >>

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

[member="Aut-X"] [member="Gabriel Lethe"]

Nearby Alliance Fleet
ANS Viperous, Trimiran class

"Sir, got an urgent message through. Unknown vessels requesting assistance on the edge of the system."

Vilin clicked his nails across the head of his cane. One hand came up to stroke his beard. Could be a trap of course, but could well be genuine.

"Despatch two of the new Hammerhead medical corvettes and a Valor class equipped for emergency repairs. Get my the scouts on the comm to give me an update."

The Hammerheads were based on an old chassis the Alliance had found plans for. The tough little ship was being rolled out in a few configurations for the GADF.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

"Command I'm picking up hyperspace reversions?"

"Roger Rogue One. Those are friendlies."

Asmus checked his readouts. A Valor class and two of the new Hammerhead class corvettes. Their IFF was signalling they were medical.

"Squadron Leader, we've got a potential rescue situation on the far side of the system. But we've picked up potential bogies near an asteroid cluster. Take the Rogues and check it out."

"Alright Rogues, we've got a new heading. Clutch it, turn and burn. Scan sweep for raiders ahead."

An X-Wing didn't have a clutch. But if a pilot ignored their flight manual really hard, they could cut the injection of matter into the ion engines and ramp up the power for a few seconds because causing any damage. Asmus turned flipped on the spot and flicked the switch back. Engines flared and the Rogues accelerated in formation.

 

[Mav Halo]

Objective: BYOO – System Patrol
Location: Outer Rutan System
Allies: Vector Squadron | [member="Gabriel Lethe"]
Undetermineds: CIS Vessels | [member="Aut-X"]
Post Count: 4

Tam arched a brow behind his visor as Gabey responded to the self-proclaimed Supreme Commander. Confederacy of Independent Systems? He hadn’t realised that was even a thing, let alone it had been around long enough to be classified as defunct. Of course, the fact that they had only two ships, reportedly the sole remains of its forces, might have explained why he hadn’t come across them before. On the outer-rim, any tin pot despot could slap a custom paint job on a capital ship or two and go around calling themselves the Holy Reborn Empire of Zool without raising too many questions.

<<You’re reading my mind, Eight. We might be matched as far as numbers go, but there ain’t much we can do against ships that size. Not unless you wanna circle back to that Gamorrean Opera idea…?>>

No, this was definitely above their paygrade. Kark, it was probably well and above Vector Lead’s paygrade.

He cycled the comm channel to the squadron wide band, keying his computer to begin transmitting the sensor read outs they had gathered so far on the Confederacy vessels. They were still far enough out that a visual confirmation was out of the question, but hopefully the sensor profile would be enough for Lead to make some sort of judgement call.

<<Vector Lead, this is Seven. We’ve encountered two capital vessels in Sector Senth claiming to be part of some sort of Confederacy of Independent Systems. They seem to be affecting some sort of repairs. Looks like they’ve been on the wrong side of a slugging match. Please advise. >>

There was a predictable, empty silence. One drawn out long enough that Tam almost suspected that the Gwurran was taking a leaf out of Eight’s flight manual and taking a nap at the stick. Seconds trickled by that felt like centuries, the comm channel blank save for the odd bit of interference crackle-popping on the line. Eventually, however, that gorram tinny voice piped up once more.

<<Vector Seven, the situation has been pushed up to command for assessment and final judgement. Reinforcements are on route. In the meantime, you’re to maintain sensor contact and take steps only as you deem necessary. >>

He blinked. Wait, say what now?

<<Uh… Not to question your impeccable leadership there, Lead, but what steps are we exactly expected to take against two capital ships? Issue them a strong worded reprimand?>>

<<I suggest you use your de-escalation training, Seven. I have every faith that you and Eight will be able to handle the situation.>>

Translation: Should’ve kept your mouth shut earlier, son.

<<Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Lead. Really appreciate it. I’m sure it’ll keep me nice and warm right up until they vape us.>>

He squelched the comm before the Gwuarren had a chance to respond, switching once gain back to the private channel he shared with his wingman.

<<Is it too late to revise my patriot answer? I feel I need to revise my patriot answer. You better hope that supreme commander is friendly, because our own supreme fethwit is set to get us killed at this rate.>>

 

[Decimus]

Objective: BYOO - Continue repairs on damaged vessel.
Location: Outer Rutan System
Allies: [member="Tam Severro"] [member="Gabriel Lethe"] [member="Vilin"]
Post Count: 3

''The Alliance? I had not expected their presence here. Fortuitous, perhaps.....they'll keep the pirates away for now, at the very least.'', Aut-X said with a hint of relief in his mechanical voice. He raised communications with the passing fighter squadron once more. ''I must admit, I did not expect to see the Galactic Alliance here as of yet. Though I calculate you are curious as why I am here also. In short, we are a droid military without command.....the failures of the Confederate government caused it's fall, yet we remain without purpose. We've been circling the edges of the galaxy in the meanwhile, until new employment might....I am curious, have your leaders need of extra troops and resources? I believe I might have a proposal for your government....''

OM-5 and OM-7 returned from their assignments. ''General, the extra repair teams have been dispatched. We're still having trouble getting the engines back online, however.....we're getting low on parts needed to repair them..'', OM-5 said nervously. Supplies were indeed short in their current situation. If Aut-X and his forces were to survive, he'd have to find them a new galactic power to join quickly...

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Kirill"]

Bring Your Own Objective: Criminal Raid

It was disappointing to have her felecatian stand down from the Hounds, or at least announce his intentions to do so. The man had been with the enclave since the start. A group of Jedi who worked primarily with the military and law enforcement.

But apparently he'd found another feline apprentice to step up. Kirill didn't seem quite as laid back as Stali. And that was a decision Jacen made just on the way he sat in the shuttle.

There was a small group of native special operatives in the shuttle with them. Together with the Jedi they were intending to raid the premises of an extremist military group in the mountains. At least eighteen targets in a secure compound.

"So...Stali didn't tell me a great deal. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

 

[Saul Starskimmer]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

Hearing the sound of the X-Wing squadron above accelerating away, Saul took his eyes off of his work to look up to the air patrol. "Looks like something spooked them. No surprise there," Saul talked to himself. The thought of someone trying to stop the construction of the surveillance post was brushed off like dirt from the components he was meshing together into a sensor array. Didn't want dust getting in the circuits after all, it might cause a glitch that makes command think a fleet just warped in. That or just fry the antenna. Saul glanced to the datapad at his side for the next few steps of construction before reaching into the innards of the array and going to work with a plasma welder.

The thought of the scrambled fighters over head returned once more, prompting Saul to yell out to one of the other workers, "Hey! Can you get us some word on what's going on up there? I'd like to know if there's gonna be anything I need to watch out for falling any time soon."

"Rogue Squadron, what's going on up there?" the message said, simple and to the point.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Jedi Service Corps Ahoy!
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Lynn Corerunner"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 4/20

Once she has finished answering the questions from her peers pertaining to one Geloyra Malleus, she turns to a new padawan-level member, one that she never saw before. Wearing armor. Not that it was an uncommon practice, it seemed to be mostly associated with Mandalorian Jedi, about whom she often joked that they only had 3 unifying components: a suit of beskar armor, a lightsaber and the light side of the Force. But as Jessica would say, with the Mandos, don't go out thinking that there is some Jedi Temple on Mandalore the same way there is on Sullust, Ossus or Voss, and their decentralized structure makes it so that there are very few standards among Jedi in Mando-land. Was Lynn some Mando that simply didn't know it? She approaches [member="Lynn Corerunner"], still needing some serious effort of concentration to walk without falling to the ground, even though she knew better than to be too confident that she would actually be back to normal.

"Hi, young padawan. Although I do not know you all that well I believe the ExploriCorps may be a better fit for you at this time. Oh and by the way, do you know what the Resol'nare is?"

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Objective: Assist where needed
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Enemies: None
Post: 2

It wasn't long after Lynn had sat down had she been joined. The newcomer was a Twi'lek and judging by her lekker she was pushing 40. She was very straight forward and did not ask any pleasantries. She merely called her Padawan which was welcoming that she sensed she was a Padawan.

She was unfamiliar with the Galactic Exploricorps, but frankly she was here to fight not explore. The Twi'lek then asked about Resol'Naresh which caused Lynn to let out a small chuckle. She assumed she was Mandalorian which judging by her armor that wasn't a stretch. Though one could have beskar through inheritance, gifting, killing, or simply getting really lucky and finding it. Though in all cases the odds of her having beskar through those means would produce armor that wasn't fit. She had shaped it to fit her so assuming she was mandalorian was logical.

She would not reveal how she had the armor, it wasn't important. She simply smiled, "I know about it, yes, but no, I am not a Mandalorian." The fun part about her simple sentence was it was in Ryl, the Twi'lek's native tongue.

 

[Jsc]

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ExplorCorps
ANS White Teta
Rutan Orbit

BYOO - Cataloging the Kudana
Post Three


Kysa and Kat stood together on the glass landing platform of the sprawling Jedi vessel. Smiling, chatting, and giggling away at poor R2's terrible jokes. Together they had already toured this mighty vessel and seen it's mighty sights. A Jedi Praxeum ship. A home away from home. Yet now they stood on the cusp of adventure. For the mighty planet Rutan still awaited their calling. A mission that had still yet to proceed.

So as Kat and Kysa mingled with little R2 another Jedi woman approached the trio. She was tall, and straight, and walked sharply with long brown hair to shadow her deep blue eyes. A woman of focus. A woman of command.

"Hello there. Captain Bell, good to see you darling. I trust this is our latest visitor from Denon yes?"

Kysa turned with a twinkle in her eye,

"Ah! Master Trist? Welcome. And yes indeed, this is Kat. Erm... Sorry. Doctor Rivers, of Denon."

"How do you do, Doctor Rivers. I am Master Bella Trist. A facilitator on board our lovely homeship. I trust Captain Bell here has already gotten you settled in? Mm."

Kat gave a slight bow of her head and smiled to new introductions,

"Hello hello. Wonderful to meet you Master Trist. And yes. Verily. Kysa and I were just finishing up the tour. And... I must say. This ship is amazing. Really. I've never seen her like anywhere in the galaxy."

Bella smiled to the newcomer. Already sensing the power and the talent in their newest visitor,

"Well. Thank you Doctor Rivers. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. Though? I understand you desired to accompany us on our latest venture. Here? In the Rutan System?"

Kat gave a happy shrug,

"Hehe. Well... That's why I'm here. As, I understand Rutan has some very wonderful things to teach us. The Academy and the Jedi alike."

"Indeed." Master Trist nodded with a touch of her chin, "...Captain?"

"Mm?"

"There has been a slight delay in our journey. So, I was wondering if you could look after our guest for the evening?"

Kysa seemed surprised, but not uneasily so.

"Of course. But, what seems to be the problem? They are cooperating, yes?"

Trist shrugged,

"Something about their princess having gone missing. The Marshalls are already looking into it. However, it does delay our timeline for awhile. So? Please see Doctor Rivers to quarters and living, yes."

"Right away Master. ...Ahem. Doctor Rivers, if you'll follow me please."

"Oh? Of course Captain. ...R2. Stay with the ship dear. I'll be along later dear."

~ Woop weep ~

"Very good. This way Doctor. Master Trist, adieu."

"Force be with you ladies. I'll contact you again when the mission clears Corps HQ. And Kat. Do please enjoy your stay aboard the Teta."

"Of course. And pleasant to meet you Master Trist. Force guide you."

Kysa gave a motion and they both took their leave. Further on and upwards still. Towards the calm Jedi quarters and bright ship-board living arrangements. Naught but a bump in the road towards the mission. Leaving the good Master Trist to nod and return to her duties. Undoubtedly to return to the command center with her thumb on this princess ordeal. Unfortunate twist that. Though, it did leave Kat wondering just what could possibly have gone wrong.

Kysa took her hand once more and lead her into the quiet elevator,

"Well Doctor. It looks like it's just you and me. Hehe. ...Shall we grab lunch after we get you settled in?"

"Oh my? Yes. ...Just the two of us, together. Mmm. Now that does sound yummy."

"Perfect." Kysa smiled.

"Perfect." Kat blushed.

The elevator doors closed with a thrust. A snip and a click. Then whoosh, as it begin to rise through the mighty vessel's hull. A sound almost loud enough that you couldn't hear the playful giggling within.

 

[Elmont Block]

Elmont was keeping himself busy with missions. His training was ongoing but he was not one to rest between lessons and so he always volunteered for any assignments that took him to a new planet. And so he’d signed up for the trip to Rutan. And unlike many Jedi that chose to travel on one of the Praxeum, he’d decided to take a ship of his own. He preferred to be in control of his own destiny and not rely on others – even if it was just a lift home.

As he approached the planet, he peered through the dense cloud cover, hoping to catch a glimpse of the surface. All he saw was a thick grey mist that swirled around the ship, forming tiny droplets that trickled down the window.

He stood and stretched out his legs impatiently. He was anxious to arrive on the planet and start the mission. It had been a long journey and his decision to go it alone meant he was assigned one of the slowest ships capable of hyperspace travel. It was generous to even call it a ship. A flying box felt a more accurate description. His muscles felt cramped and he longed for fresh air. The ship, as he’d discovered on route, was in need of repairs, which had added another day to his journey.

He suppressed a sigh. Three days was a long time for anyone, let alone an impatient young Padawan.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

PVE Adventure: NJO Mission to find the Kidnapped Princess!
NPCing Grand Marshal Omai Rhen for dispatch of NJO and Allies group for this kidnapped PVE adventure!
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[member="Michael Sardun"] [member="HK-36"]

"I'd concur on not moving towards a path to frame anyone. We take what information we have and verify it." his thick bushy brows shifted forward, as if the thought of framing a third party did not bode well for him.

Turning to Sardun, Omai Rhen gave a nod. "For now we have no reason to suspect that the King of Rutan or Senari are behind it. The Kingdom of Senari were the victors in the last war, and in order to keep the peace they implemented this exchange of wards. Which is why the King of Rutan is distressed that if anything were to happen to the princess, that peace could be shattered."

A pause.

"On top of this, Rutan and Senali are in the process of considering full entry into the Galactic Alliance. Have them delve into Civil war may place an abrupt halt on such matters." which means that it was in everyone's best interest to ensure the trade went smoothly; which meant finding the princess as soon as possible.

"She was last seen in her chamber. We have intelligence that perhaps she may be held in the Old Town sector of Rutan's kingdom."

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

PVE Adventure & Mingle: Jedi Service Corps ahoy!
Jedi Service Corps Seminar
NJO Praxeum Ship
[member="Lynn Corerunner"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]
7


Rhen was quite the nosy old man. Had to be. If one was Corellian then one was always trying to discern just what was going on around them. It came along with their stubborn nature and their disbelief of probabilities. Off to his right he noticed two attendees. One was in full armor, not a curious sight to behold; they did have a few Jedi Guardians running around. The other, a young Twi'lek. He did not recognize either. While the rest mingled, and being the social creature that he was, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

It's what nosy old men did anyways.

There had been some talk about a padawan, the resolnare, and armor. Curious, most curious. His weathered hand came up to his face, where it began to gently stroke his beard in deep thought. Deciding to make their acquaintance, the Corellian Jedi quietly went ambling his way over to them. With a kindly smile, he paused just off to their right so they could both see him.

"Greetings, I don't believe we have met." He gave a slight incline of his head, his green robe sweeping along his feet.

"I am Jedi Knight Rhen Qel-Droma," he began, adding," I typically work with the EduCorps."

 

[HK-36]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"],

"Fine, it is your mission and I will not overstep the command, but all I say is, it would not make them hate the Vong any more than they already do after being nearly entirely wiped out, and for once in they history we could be able to actually bring them to a more stable relationship than just willing to go into another war at the drop of a hat."

The machine paused to break up the paragraphs,

"I also have a suit of Vong-formed armor and I faced Dredge enough back in the day to mimic his voice and speech patterns."

HK turned to Sardun, doing his best Vong impression, pretty much just by playing a recording of Dredge from one of their previous battles,

"You dare to defy me, machine? A child of the Chosen Race? A god among weaklings and aberrations like you!"

Before adding in in his normal mechanical voice,

"He said before I cut his testicles off."

That never happened.


Either way, it was pretty clear that unlike the Jedi, the machine was much more willing to stray towards the unethical and unsavory to accomplish his goals. After all, if it got the results done and it was a logical course of action with low risks then he was willing to do it, when he committed acts that would seem to be based on any sort of morality, for example sparing wounded enemy soldiers from execution or saving children from falling rubble back in the Protectorate days, he didn't do them because he thought it was the right thing to do just to be a good person. He did them as a publicity stunt more than anything, understanding that it would make organics perceive him as a good being and make it easier for him to establish a larger connection of allies and maintain his rule over the planet within his custody, increasing his chances of long-term survival.

Back to the task at hand, he looked to Rhen again,

"Was she taken violently then? Were her guards killed or did she just seemingly vanished into thin air? It is possible that the soldiers within their planetary military are working for the rebel element, or for the rebels to use stealth technology."

HK analyzed the data he was so far given,

"And how wide-spread was the information about their effort to join the Alliance? There is a bit too much coincidence between the timing of the two events for my liking, it could be a move by the rebels to destabilize the situation specifically so the Alliance would not get involved."

He inserted a dramatic pause,

"Or like I said, an outside power, we are not too far from the First Order space."

 

[Elmont Block]

As he prepared to land, Elmont reviewed what he knew of his mission.

Senali was an orbiting satellite of Rutan but for some time now it is a separate world with its own government, but it was a colony of Rutan for many years. The two worlds fought a long and difficult war that took its toll on both populations. The war was won by the satellite Senali in a surprising upset.

And since the war was devastating to both worlds, a unique peace agreement was decided upon. The firstborn children of the rulers of both Rutan and Senali are exchanged when each child reaches seven years of age. The child is brought up on the neighbouring planet, but is allowed to receive visitors and go for short visits to his or her home planet, as well as be in contact with the royal family. This is so that he or she does not forget his or her birth family or duty.

And when the child is sixteen, they are allowed to return to his or her home planet in order to be groomed for leadership and another member of the ruling family takes his or her place until the next generation is born.

It was, in Elmont's view, an interesting solution to the problem of maintaining peace. But it was also flawed – and that wasn't just his opinion. The thinking is that the leader of each world will not attack a planet where his or her child is residing was logical but discounted emotion.

Loyalties are formed in the heart, not born into an individual. Every now and then, a child became so attached to their adopted world that they didn't want to return to their home world. Which was why he was here.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Jedi Service Corps Ahoy!
Allies: [member="Lynn Corerunner"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 5/20

Now that Rhen actually turned towards the two ladies, he realized that the people to whom Cathul talked about how she denied necromancy and the dark side of the Force to one [member="Geloyra Malleus"] were already gone elsewhere. But she was puzzled as to exactly how much of a command of ryl Lynn had, knowing that ryl was a language that, among the Twi'leks that spoke it, made use of lekku movements at times. Plus, from what she could sense out of Lynn, although she knew about the Resol'nare, she wasn't a Mando - even though she sensed that Lynn would become almost like a prototypical Mandalorian Jedi: a suit of beskar, a lightsaber and the light side of the Force, unless a master wanted to teach her multiple spells. Several Mandos wanted to wield lightsabers but couldn't use the Force at all; other Mandos who preferred witchcraft or to otherwise be Force-heavy FUs, just went to the witch covens on Dathomir.

"I am Cathul Thuku, and I primarily work with MedCorps" She turned to Lynn so as to answer her questions. "I feel that any of the Jedi Guardian sub-specialties may be a better fit for you. Like Brutes, Snipers, Peacekeepers or, if you're a good pilot, Aces"