Dominion Chains | SJC Dominion of T'surr

[Aveline Cuiléin]

T'surr

This system has long posed a problem to the Silver Jedi Concord, and in recent times their activities have become unbareable. Piracy and slavery run rampant, and nearby systems have requested aid from the Silver Jedi to save them. After a distress signal from Sepan 8, two starfighter squadrons responded and engaged with the slave raiders. They managed to drive them back, and pursued them to the Reidi Artom I system. This was a trap, however, and a great force lay in wait. Reinforcements from the Silver Fleet now engage the slaver navy. Meanwhile, a diplomatic envoy has been sent to T'surr in the hopes that the T'surr species can be persuaded to pursue more peaceful ways and become incorporated into the Silver Jedi Concord.

T'surr itself is a cold and dark world, with a high gravity that most alien species find daunting and oppressive. Majority of the planet is occupied by windswept deserts. Due to its location being far from its weak sun, which provided little light, the native species have evolved to have an excellent low-light vision. The harsh conditions of the planet has given rise to a predatory sentient species known as the T'surr. These conditions paved way for a race of survivors with little empathy for other beings, with practices like slavery common and accepted amongst the T'surr. Within T'surr society wealth was judged based upon how many slaves an individual owned as well as their quality, with a T'surr with no slaves was seen as worthless and was looked down upon by others.

T'surr society is matriarchal, with the females occupying the ruling positions. Many T'surr were violent and cruel in nature, looking down upon weaker species and treating them as livestock to be controlled. While few females left the planet, mostly remaining to control the species' homeworld, many males did. Those T'surr who left their home were often drawn to violent, predatory, professions, joining forces with powerful bands of pirates, privateers, or smugglers. This then sums up what one might expect to find, both from the planet and its inhabitants.

Harsh and unforgiving as the world might seem, it is indeed high time for the Silver Jedi Concord to take action. The ideal scenario is to through diplomacy and aggressive negotiations persuade the T'surr to give up on their slaving way, with a similar deal as the one proposed to the Hutts of Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta, and rather than fight it, join the Silver Jedi Concord. Meanwhile Jedi and Antarian Rangers respond to attacks both in space and planetside, where a group of raiders are attacking a settlement of freed slaves.

Objective A - Starship Down!
In the Reidi Artom I system there awaits a small fleet commanded by one Kregan Fash from his flagship, a Reformation-class Dreadnought. With him are two frigates and four corvettes, along with multiple fighter squadrons. Hostilities have commenced, and there's already two Silver starfighter squadrons in trouble. Be a part of the reinforcements from the Silver Fleet! If the dreadought is too much to handle, boarding it and shutting it down from the inside is a good option.

Objective B - A Safe Haven
A freetown has been established by a new faction of moderate T’surr. They want to abandon slavery and try to revive their planet. This freetown has become a safe haven for escaped and freed slaves all over the planet. Help support this settlement by providing medical supplies, moisture collectors etc. It can also be a good place to touch down and socialize with the people. Be wary, however! The settlement is under constant threat of attack by raiders. Neutralize them and help defend the freetown.

Objective C - The Way of the Diplomat
The T'surr have a history for brutality and slavery. While a culture change can't happen overnight, there are more moderate voices among them that should be pushed to the forefront. The practice of slavery must be abolished. If that non-negotiable term can be agreed, there can be peace between T'surr and the rest of Silver Jedi space. In a Galaxy rife with Sith and Bryn alike, T'surr stand to benefit from the protection of the Silver Fleet and its forces. A Jedi envoy is enroute to the capital to hold talks in hopes of settling a lasting peace. They are likely to find opposition in the T'surr matriarch Zov'els, though the opportunistic and more moderate Ildril can be swayed to support their case. Talk to the T’surr about joining the Concord, and try to find an alternative to slavery.

Objective D - Bring Your Own Objective

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective B
Location: Freetown clinic
Tag: Open to interaction!

The refuge offered little respite from the planet’s less forgiving qualities. Heavy gravity, in particular, was a challenge to grow accustomed to. Every little movement took an extra ounce of energy, wearing Amani much faster than she would have anticipated. Calling it a town was somewhat generous, most of the buildings were crude shanties that held only bare necessities, but that was part of why they were here. The idea that there were those on T’surr even willing to come to the table with the Concord was a relief, and if she could help, then she would.

With no real access to the Force, Amani would need to rely on traditional medical training to step up. The large tent in which the clinic had been set up housed a variety of former slaves from many different worlds, but each of them were in need of whatever assistance could be provided. In a world as dangerous as this, and in these living conditions, local medical aid was in short supply. Most of it would be easy, just a simple checkup to make sure there’s no underlying problems that haven’t been identified. Hopefully that’s all she would have to worry about.

With a deep exhale, Amani looked over her datapad before setting to work.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Objective B​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber), Vanguard(Backup Lightsaber)​

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes​

Starship: Starlight Sentinel​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"​

Desbre Gensan , Milya Vondar (both unless specified)​

Tag: Aveline Cuiléin Amani Serys​

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Walking around town was not something that Caltin was planning to do, but there was something that the Force was calling. He wanted to be in the fight up in space, the battle was clear as the day was. The problem is, that was something that was counter-intuitive to what the Order was doing here. If they wanted the T’surr to join, or at least dial it back, there needed to be a concerted effort to show that their safety meant something to the Jedi.

Desbre and Milya were walking around as well, where, he didn’t really know but the big guy could feel their presence, and if he focused enough he would center on them so no problem. The people were worried, tense really. It was almost as if they knew something was coming for them. Sure, the T’surr may come and cause problems but there was something else.

Raiders… those kriffin Raiders were rumored to be in the area. Caltin did not want to think about it, but if there was an attack on the radar, and there had to be prepared. There seemed to be a small mass of people gathered, all concerned about the possibility of being overrun. The mood was more than tense, it was almost chaotic, no pun intended.

Nice Catch…

Ladies and gentlemen, please… please… listen. Do not let yourselves be consumed by fear. If you want this town to remain a “Freetown” then help us help you by preparing yourselves.

There was almost a concerted “How do we do that?” Much of those speaking up seemed to be too meek to be able to stand up for themselves, understandable. There was also concern about many of them “not being killers” or “fighters”. They were almost in a panic at the thought of what was about to happen, though they had yet to realize that the Jedi were here to help, not see the sights.

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...YOU JUST HAVE TO REACH FOR IT.

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[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: T'Surr, Freetown
Objective: Protect Freetown
Allies: SJC Personnel, town inhabitants
Enemies: Raiders

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
• Clothing: Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons/Equipment:
  • Keres Hand-Cannon - drop holster-right thigh
  • 10mm Pulse Pistol - chest holster
  • Energy Buckler - right wrist
  • Tactical Vibro-blade - right boot
  • 4 x Fragmentation Grenades - chest rig
  • 2 x Hermes scanning drones - chest rig
  • Lightsaber - clipped to waist
• Spoiler: Commanding: Team Paladin

  • Lieutenant Harbok Mrawr
    • Wielding: Predator Assault Rifle, standard projectiles and incendiary rounds
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Sergeant Jesson Doss
    • Wielding: Requiem Precision Support Rifle
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Specialist Deklin Argos
    • Wielding: TDW Harm Rifle - Suppressed Configuration
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • 3 x Paladin Company Rangers
    • Wielding: 10mm Pulse Rifle
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Varian

Beltran looked down at the small settlement from the end of the open cargo ramp of his team's Arch-Angel Dropship. It had taken some fancy flying to get from the Deliverer through the blockade that had been set up around the planet, but they had made it through. As the dropship circled around Freetown, making a final approach to a landing zone just outside of the town, Beltran could see the imposing figure of Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor as he spoke to the residents.

"They're lookin' a little spooked, bossman." Said Sergeant Doss, who stood beside him.

"That they are," Beltran replied.

From what Beltran gathered, Freetown was relatively new. Built by a group of T'Surr moderates who were outspokenly against the planet's slavery practices. It had been plagued by raids and attacks, from groups of powerful T'Surr who were more than happy with the status quo and who took exception to what they saw as Jedi meddling. Though Beltran had not heard of a major engagement occurring yet, he suspected that the arrival of the Silver Concord to this system would be just the thing to kick of the clash of ideologies.

A few minutes later, the dropship came to a landing outside the settlement, kicking up dust as its repuslor-engines powered down. Beltran walked down the open ramp, flanked on either side by Sergeant Doss and Lieutenant Mrawr. Doss was a big man, but not so big as Jedi Vanagor and Mrawr, a Togorian, stood more than a head taller than the Jedi. As the three approached the Jedi Master and his students, Beltran was quickly shown to the the most diminutive in stature.

Unclasping his helmet, Beltran heard the Jedi's voice calling out over the worried voices as he came to stand on the other side of the crowd.

Ladies and gentlemen, please… please… listen. Do not let yourselves be consumed by fear. If you want this town to remain a “Freetown” then help us help you by preparing yourselves.

At the question of how, Beltran spoke up. His voice was as even and calm as it always was, but through the Force it was made easily heard by all in attendance. "We're here to help you with that," Beltran assured them. "My men are unloading supplies as we speak. Stun pistols, riot guns and portable shield emitters." As if on cue, the remaining Rangers at the direction of Specialist Dek Argos began to unload crates of equipment. "We'll teach you to use these weapons to defend yourself, and when the time comes we'll stand and fight next to you."

Beltran didn't want to steal the Jedi's thunder, so he simply nodded to Caltin. "Jedi Vanagor will help you get organized while we see about setting up a command post from which to operate." Moving closer to the Jedi, Beltran spoke in a hushed tone to the larger man. "Pretty sure we saw a Raider encampment over in those foothills as we were on our way down. Wasn't able to get a precise count, but there were easily seventy T'Surr there. Once we get the gear stowed, I'm going to go take a look. See what we're dealing with."

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!

LOCATION: Open Space over T'Surr
LOCAL TIME: 1930 Hours
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Protect Silver Forces, engage Raiders
WINGMATES: Aveline Cuiléin Ura Iolar Kayla Luspark

Captain Angelus was not right at the moment. Oh, he was fine mentally, physically, and emotionally… okay the “emotional” and “mental” parts are suspect at the moment, to be frank. In the Captain’s ready room, it’s his now it just hasn’t sunk in that he was promoted fully yet, Liram listened to the XO and the Second officer argue about the tactics of what was going to go down over T’surr. Oh, he gave his orders, but they weren’t listening and it was starting to tick him off.

” Are you two going to listen to me, or am I going to pull rank, throw you two yakheads in your quarters, and name two replacements who will actually do their jobs?”

Both of them looked at him stunned, almost angry at the thought of him yelling at them. To them, Liram was still a pilot and not a bridge officer. This did not sit well. Grabbing the comm-link off of his desk, he tapped it.

” Oh, you think I’m kidding? (tapping comm-link) Security detail to the Captain’s Ready Room.”

This did not change their disdain.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Insolent child!”

By this time, a team of four security officers came in, by protocol, they were armed.

” Oh, you’re here! Good. Please remove Commander Karde, and Commander Billits, confine them to quarters, and place a security detail outside. They are hereby relieved of duty and confined to quarters until we return to port.”

They did indeed protest loudly, but security was made up of officers who followed orders. This meant that the more the two former officers of “The Liberation” fought, the more physical it became for them. The shipwide announcement could be heard as they were arguing, calling for Lieutenant Commander Gribbs, and Lieutenant Commander Halpern. They would soon be the new XO and Second Officer. The Flight Director and C.A.G. positions would have to be named another time as this was being done on the fly. They would share duties until then.

With a snap of light, “The Liberation” dropped out of hyperspace, her launch bay doors opening and weapons training on the closest frigates and Corvettes. The fighter traffic was insane, and the Silver Squadrons were in need of help. Liram wanted… wanted to get in the fight, but he had to be here and this would be doing it another way. Walking on the bridge, he was bringing up the plan to bear.

“Captain on the Bridge.”

” Captain has the con, con/helm bring us to bear on the Raiders, maximum firing distance.”

“Yessir.”

“That dreadnought is enormous.” Someone from comms was not paying attention to their work.

” Cut the chatter and send out Voodoo 7, 8, and 9, all of them are A-wings. I want them to back up the Silver Squadrons in trouble. Voodoos 2 through 6, all of them are X-wings, I want them hitting the frigate turrets as the Vortex’s of 13, and 14 are distracting the Corvettes. Voodoos 9, 10, 11, and 12 slam all of them.”

“Yessir.”

” Con/Tactical be nice and try not to hit our buddies.”

There was a slight chuckling.

“Yessir.”

“Commo/Con… incoming message from an OSA-3, they are carrying a Special Forces Team and the Commander is requesting permission to board.”

” Con/Commo… time to arrival.”

“Still in hyperspace, sir.”

” Good, send them clearance and make the necessary arrangements with the airboss.”

“Yessir.”

 

[Samantha "Sam" Kamura]

Objective B
Location: Freetown
Tag: Open to interaction.

"Freetown" they called it, a place for freed slaves and a few moderate T'surr. The name almost seemed like a misnomer with all the fear, apprehension and uncertainty hanging in the air. Although flecks of hope burned brightly here and there, cutting through the dour mood that hung about. Hope is what they needed and that's what the Jedi were bringing with them.

When the Jedi arrived on T'surr it was with the hope of peace. A hope that Sam carried with her. One that desired results at the end of diplomacy instead of a lightsaber. In a way this place reminded her a little of her home on Itera. Low light conditions, which the cybernetics in her eyes had adjusted for, and the chill in the air. The only things missing were neon lights, towering skyscrapers, large crowds and an ever present duracrete and durasteel plate that dominated the sky. She felt for these people, they had suffered like many back home.

Right now her goal was to help in anyway she could. Sam was going to do this the only way she knew how, fixing things. Which is why she was elbow deep in a busted junk moisture vaporator. So far things weren't looking good, the air vents were clogged with dust, the function monitors weren't reading proper temperatures which kept the chiller bars from dropping to a proper temp to condense water, the current power cells couldn't provide enough power to to properly run thing and.....the list went on. But she had to try at least, people were counting on them.

Amani Serys Caltin Vanagor

 

[Kayla Luspark]

O B J E C T I V E - Starship Down​

Location: In the Furball​

Equipment: Standard flight suit, heavy blaster pistol, REC-SS01 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter​

Companion: "Vido" V-2 Series "Minimech" Astromech​

Tag: Liram Angellus​

Kayla found her hands shaking as she snap-rolled up onto her left S-foils and pulled through a hard climb. The maneuver pulled her under the belly of one of the enemy cruisers. Laser blasts flashed past as she arced out of the furball, then dove back in. Silver Squadron had chased these bastards parsec after parsec, then they'd run straight into an ambush. An entire battlegroup against two squadrons. The only reason why they were even still here was the rest of the battlegroup Silver Squadron worked with was on its way. It was the only glimmer of hope for staying in the fight.

Artom of the Reidi Artom system hung nearby and served as a good reference marker.

She was just about to ask for more targets from Vido when a spear-tip shaped vessel lanced into view, transitioning back to realspace with pseudo-motion. It was the Liberation. Relief rolled through her. She'd know that ship anywhere. Within moments the Liberation began spewing clouds of fighters as Vido whistled excitedly.

"Silver Squadron keep up the pressure until reinforcements reach us at speed," she ordered. Already the battle carrier was creating pillars of weapons fire stabbing out at the enemy dreadnought and other ships. It wouldn't be enough by itself, but it was a sign of hope. Her people could get out of here. "Vido, contact their CAG and feed them all the data you have," she ordered her little droid companion.

<Yes, boss-lady.>

Acknowledgments from the squadron were coming in as she fired off a cluster of bolts into an enemy fighter, sending it careening, a flaming wreck. One of her people called frantically for help. Spotting the troubled aviator, she rolled over and climbed dropping her in the Cone of Death behind the enemy fighter. "You leave them alone," she hissed under her breath while wiping sweat off her brow with her off-hand. It felt like she'd been flying for days already, even though it had been a lot shorter time.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

O B J E C T I V E​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor | Beltran Rarr​

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T'surr felt a lot like home to Des. The cold, the low light, the dry air. She didn't need her goggles. But the gravity here dragged on her. Thankfully she'd spent a fair bit of time in the gym, and training in higher gravity. It allowed her to keep up, but she couldn't imagine living here, not without bone density drugs and such to allow her body to adapt. If she had to spend a full day here, she knew she would be exhausted.

The approaching dropship drew Desbre's attention, only to see Beltran Rarr disembarking with his people. She'd never seen a Togorian in person, but she recognized the felinoid from the Nar Kreeta footage and mission to Circumtore. Even he dwarfed Caltin. Granted she'd spent plenty of time around the Wookiees back at the Silver Rest, but the Togorian moved with a kind of lethal power and focus most Wookiees harnessed only in battle. Mrawr was a predator in a very real sense. Suddenly she was very glad he was on her side.

As Beltran spoke to Caltin, she pushed her way through the crowd, albeit gently. Captain Rarr was relaying the intelligence he'd picked up on the way in. "Uh, I can go do recon on that," she offered. She'd gotten quite good at Stealth since training with Master Jairdain , which seemed like a lifetime ago now. Even Deneba had demonstrated, albeit briefly, her skills there as well. "Or I can stick around and help organize, or help with defenses, or whatever." She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, hot to trot but not impatient. "Whatever we need."

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: T’surr, Freetown, Local Cantina
Local Time: 10:30
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: A Safe Haven
Equipment: See Character Bio
Tags: Amani Serys | Caltin Vanagor | Beltran Rarr | Liram Angellus | Samantha "Sam" Kamura | Kayla Luspark | Desbre Gensan

Spoiler: Mood Setter

Kranak was seated at a corner table in the cantina with his helmet off, on the table. His face was reflecting off his T shaped visor at him. He had zoned out while he mused. He was hired by the people of Freetown to keep them safe. He was not doing it for the money though. He was not motivated by that, and these people needed their money, more than anything. This was more like a voluntary work. He was here for about a week now, by himself. It would have helped if there were two or more mercenaries with him, but he was alone. The people he was to protect could not protect themselves, which complicated things. He thought of training them, but that sounded like it would worsen the situation. There were not enough blasters to distribute to the townsfolk for their defense. Training them to defend themselves with primitive weapons like clubs and spears did sound like a good idea, but that would be like signing their death warrant. The T’surr were physically superior and far better tuned to their home world compared to the townsfolk. More people would have died or would have ended up kidnapped if they took up arms in that manner en masse. His hands were tied. He could not leave the town to destroy their camps as freely as he would want. He tried that once. He had found one of their raiding camps deep in the valley to the north. He managed to wipe out all of them, saving a handful of townsfolk in the process as well, but their counterattack a day later was very punishing.

The T’surr raiders were attacking the town frequently. They usually did not attack during day when there was visibility. They would attack at night mostly, from multiple sides. He could not be everywhere at the same time, so several the townsfolk would end up getting kidnapped from their homes.

He was in grief as he took a sip from the pint of ale. He drank on very rare occasions, usually never on the job, but the contract was taking a toll on him. No matter what he did, the raiders still managed to take them. No matter how many he shot, more of them took their place. His jaw clenched as rage ran through his veins, mixed with frustration. He wanted to make T’surr pay for what they have done but couldn’t as he lacked the numbers. A looming dread shrouded the town. How long did they have until they grew tired of playing with their prey and launched a big attack at the town?

His train of thought was disturbed as he felt a sense of hurriedness outside. People were running around. <Another raid?> He thought to himself as he quickly let go of the pint and grabbed his helmet. The helmet let out a hiss as he pressurized it after wearing it. He reached for his Westar-M5 before he went out the door, his trigger finger on the trigger guard with the rifle on a low-ready position. He automatically assumed a fighting stance after he rushed out of the door, taking cover behind a wall by the cantina’s entrance. But something was off. People were not running in fear. He peaked from his cover to see what was going on. He saw a dropship hundred meters by the east entrance of the town. He spotted several unknown contacts (unknown to him at the time) by the dropship. But they appeared to be not hostile. They were unloading something from the dropship. Could it be more mercenaries? He was not sure who they were. But he’d find out soon enough as he relaxed his stance. He walked towards the dropship to see who these people were.

Spoiler: OOC

I was told it wouldn't be an issue when I asked if I could join in on the thread, but if I am unwelcome then I will delete my post.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...​

Location: Objective - B​

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber), Vanguard(Backup Lightsaber)​

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes​

Starship: Starlight Sentinel​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"​

Desbre Gensan , Milya Vondar (both unless specified)​

Tag: Kranak Vizsla Beltran Rarr Amani Serys Aveline Cuiléin​

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Don’t worry, I’ll take all of the help I can get.

“The smartest thing one can do, accept help when offered it is…” or words to that effect. The last time he thought of that phrase, Caltin was a Padawan and marveled at how a Jedi of such a pint-sized could be so kriffing BAD A*

LANGUAGE!

The big guy actually welcomed the organization that Captain Rarr was bringing, offering another handshake he noticed the mood of the crowd start to change. They were not comfortable, that was for sure, but they seemed to actually start to believe that they could stand up for themselves. The Captain was offering to do recon and it was a prudent move, especially if there was possibly more than seventy raiders planning something. Then showed up and offered to do the same thing. This gave Caltin an idea.

Why don’t you both go, cover more ground? Milya too. I can stay here with one or of your Rangers and we can get these people prepared. They need a chance to stand up for themselves, and be able to handle and face potential bad news.

It was also a big sign of trust he was putting in his Padawans, the old Caltin would not have let this happen, he was admittedly way too protective. It was a failing that cost him relationships with them. Now he was working on that. Caltin didn’t to be or sound glum but the facts were the facts. When he turned around, there was someone else that he had seen. He recognized the armor coming out of the cantina, Mandalorian. It was one of those that participated in the wargames on Taris. Was he here to help, or was he here to do something else? Caltin had faith. So with a grin and a wave, he tested it.

Hey there. You look familiar.

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...YOU JUST HAVE TO REACH FOR IT.

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[Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri]

Objective C—The Way of the Diplomat
Tags: anyone—help a Paddie out!

Kuxirra took a breath...this was her first time trying to negotiate with someone for more than a simple thing for herself or a small group. The entire faction was relying on her, it felt...but she knew she wasn't alone. No Jedi ever was. She had her quarterstaff, as always, but had no intention of taking it out. As (almost) always, she was barefoot. The low light did nothing to hinder her, but the gravity was more than she was used to. She would need to get used to it. She looked at the T'surr in from of her, one of the Ildril. She had done research on the species in hopes of gaining insight. "I am Padawan Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri." The Togruta said, bowing and hoping she didn't screw everything up.

 

[Kazsk Morno]

Objective C - Way of the Diplomat
Tags: Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri
Equipment: Lightsaber

Kazsk was walking up to the cockpit of the corvette. "We're here", he said as he looked out into space and saw T'surr below. "Alright, Ill take us down", said his old friend, Vasiliy Salkanov . "Hey remember that time on Acherin", said Salkanov. "Yeah, you got surrounded by 30 mercenaries and I saved you". Kazsk said laughing as he finished. Salkanov laughed as well, "Yeah, you did". Kazsk hadn't seen Vasiliy for nearly 10 years, since that mess with the Chiss in the The Redoubt. Since then, he had heard that Vasiliy was doing his own thing and following his own path which he usually did. Kazsk didn't intend to reach out, but when Vasiliy was apprehended on Commenor falsely, he went to free his old friend. After the misunderstanding was cleared up, they reunited shortly right before Kazsk received the news from Caltin Vanagor that many of the Silver Jedi & members of the faction were heading to T'surr in force to either negotiate a peaceful transition of their society away from its horrific practices or subdue it by force. Kazsk didn't have a ship, he had arrived by shuttle. So his old friend offered him a ride to T'surr, and they would get to catch up more along the way as well.

Kazsk returned back to the moment, he looked at Vasiliy and wished his friend was still a Jedi, but when a path diverges, it is hard to get back it on course. "Thanks for giving me a lift". "Not an issue Kaz, I know you would do the same for me", said Vasiliy. Kazsk nodded as the ship began to enter the atmosphere. dark clouds swirled below as Vasiliy drove the ship into the fray. "Bad windstorms coming up ole pal, gonna be tough to get you down". "We'll manage, like old times eh". "You kiddin, the windstorm on Orinda was much worse!" "Haha, when your right, your right". They both refocused as Vasiliy maneuvered enough to break through the cloud level and from there the surface was visible. Rough barren hills, with almost no vegetation. Harsh winds sculled against large rocks and across the vast deserts. This was T'surr, some would call worlds like these, 'Barren Wastelands'. Kazsk gave Vasiliy the coordinates of where the negotiations were being held. He hoped to get there on time, even though seeing the fleet battle on the other side of orbit told him that he was probably late. It was alright, as long as he was fashionably late. As they neared the grounds where it was being held, Kazsk patted his friend on his shoulder. "Should I wait for you Kazsk", Vasiliy said as he landed the ship literally right next to the town gate. "Ill find my own way off, you better get going if you gonna meet that girl at Nar Shaddaa". Kazsk smiled as he walked towards the exit ramp. "Hey come here yah rascal", said Vasiliy as he jumped up and almost tackled Kazsk. Kazsk embraced him in the hug, this was nice, he thought to himself. "You take care", said Kazsk said as he walked off board and activated the high gravity stabilizers on his boots. "I always do", Vasiliy said as he closed the ramp and soon brought the ship back up and towards orbit. Kazsk smiled while looking up at Vasiliy leaving right before he turned his head to the business at hand.

He didn't know who the negotiators were, but they would need help. Kazsk had dealt with T'surr before, though he probably wasn't friends with the ones he met. Still it gave him an edge of some kind. Caltin had told him of the objectives at stake and Kazsk was no stranger to diplomacy. He would do whatever he could. As he walked into the town where the negotiations were supposed to take place. As he turned he saw a young woman, walking towards the assembled T'surr. "Oh boy". He quickened his pace, knowing through the force she was at least a Jedi and confirmed it when he heard her introduce herself, "I am Padawan Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri." Kazsk didn't know her, but sometimes a Padawan is in need of a master's, or in Kazsk's case, a Knight's guidance. He almost stealthily snuck up on the group and then popped up next to the Padawan and immediately stating who he was as if he was there the whole time. "And I am Jedi Knight Kazsk Morno, we bid you greetings", he said as he slightly bowed his head in respect. He caught the eyes of the Padawan who looked somewhat nervous. Kazsk nodded and gave her a quick smile, and said, "Don't worry Padawan, no Jedi stands alone".

 

[Dagos Terrek]

Location: Freetown
Tags: Samantha "Sam" Kamura Amani Serys


No, no, no, NO! He had to stop them. He had to stop them NOW.

He ran as fast as he could, which was no easy feat with the oppressive gravity weighing him down like he was trying to run with an extra him clinging to his back. He could hear his heart pounding, could feel it up in his skull, ringing like a claxon portending the ever encroaching end. It wasn’t exhersertion, no. It was sheer animalistic panic. Dust kicked up all around him in thin red ribbons as his body scrambled to catch up to his will. He told himself he needed to go faster. He demanded that he need to go faster. He pleaded to please go faster, he was their last chance, all that remained of hope.

By some miracle something out there heard his prayer and either by the will of the force or a shot of adrenaline spiked with an unhealthy dose of terror, he went faster. But would he be fast enough? It did not look good, it looked as if he would fail. NO. he could not. He was being counted on. He had one shot, one opportunity, he had to hold on to it, he couldn't let it slip. It was now or never, he had to GO!

He made his move. It was risky, he knew, if he blew this... it was all over. Dagos Terrek, Jedi Padawan had finally, mercifully caught up to his quarry and with no time to spare. They lined up a shot. Dagos had to stop them. He angled his body toward the attacker and with all his might and precision kicked as hard and fast as he could just as the other being stuck.

There was a mighty slap of sound of leather on leather as Dagos’ kick proved true sending the football flying a hundred meters out of bounds of the crudely drawn pitch he and some local children of freetown had put together and headed right for a busted vaporizer and the girl busy working on it.

“Elan fiyet vuh'a Juno'hervoe vrima.” One of the local kids, a Twi'lek boy around Dagos’ own age told him.

“kuklo dei.” Dagos responded as he jogged off toward the vaporizer.

Dagos got to the machine and didn’t see the ball right away but ran into someone familiar.

“Hey Sam!”

Dagos had no idea that she was going to be here on T’surr let alone in the same dump of a town he was stationed in. He and his tutor Ryuchi Ryo were called to freetown to help see to their needs in this time of crisis and if necessary they were there to provide protection from slavers who were looking to recapture their “property”

 

[Ura Iolar]

Objective B
Tags: Dagos Terrek Caltin Vanagor Kranak Vizsla Samantha "Sam" Kamura Amani Serys Beltran Rarr

While Ura would've been in space helping, she still needed training with either an X-Wing or A-Wing before she could really get back into space. The crash had finally cracked the spaceframe of the Raor-Tail, breaking its body and gyro beyond any repair she could handle. Wasn't like her people could afford to give up any of their remaining Deathseeds now either. So for the time being she'd focus her work on the ground.

She'd noticed Amani, but was still a bit nervous about seeing her again, so she kept herself buried in a moister vaperator, trying to tune the world out (unsuccessfully). She looked around, grumbling a little.

"Who the heck scanned these people? My people could've built something better, and we don't need these."

"Sandy, it's upside down." A nearby engineer mocked a little.

"Poodoo....."

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: T'Surr, Freetown
Objective: Protect Freetown
Allies: SJC Personnel, town inhabitants
Enemies: Raiders

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
• Clothing: Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons/Equipment:
  • Keres Hand-Cannon - drop holster-right thigh
  • 10mm Pulse Pistol - chest holster
  • Energy Buckler - right wrist
  • Tactical Vibro-blade - right boot
  • 4 x Fragmentation Grenades - chest rig
  • 2 x Hermes scanning drones - chest rig
  • Lightsaber - clipped to waist
• Spoiler: Commanding: Team Paladin

  • Lieutenant Harbok Mrawr
    • Wielding: Predator Assault Rifle, standard projectiles and incendiary rounds
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Sergeant Jesson Doss
    • Wielding: Requiem Precision Support Rifle
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Specialist Deklin Argos
    • Wielding: TDW Harm Rifle - Suppressed Configuration
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • 3 x Paladin Company Rangers
    • Wielding: 10mm Pulse Rifle
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Varian

  [*][*]

"Why don’t you both go, cover more ground? Milya too. I can stay here with one or of your Rangers and we can get these people prepared. They need a chance to stand up for themselves, and be able to handle and face potential bad news."

Beltran agreed. The people here needed to be trained how to protect themselves because there wouldn't always be Jedi and Special Forces here to protect them. Behind him, Specialist Argos approached speaking out in a somewhat bored tone.

"Okay Cap," He said. "Got all the crates unloaded. Wyvern says she's going to take off, see if she can't get some overhead pictures of that camp we saw coming in. What do you want us to do now?"

Beltran held up his hand, indicating to the Specialist that he should hold on. With his gaze still facing Caltin Vanagor , he began to issue orders. "Doss, I want you to have a look around. See what we can do about fortifications and deliver your report to Jedi Vanagor. Mrawr, you're going to set up a communications post in whatever passes for a town hall here. Get a secure link to Wyvern and the rest of the fleet. If we end up needing CAS, I want to be able to call down hell at a moment's notice."

"Got it," Sergeant Doss said as he began to walk briskly for the town's outskirts.

"Roger that," Mrawr purred as he left the group, heading toward the center of the town and picking up one of the crates in a single hand as he passed the pile. It was smaller than the others, but still a decent size and would probably require a human adult both hands to carry.

To Deklin, Beltran continued. "Specialist Argo, you and the others are assigned to Jedi Vanagor. You're going to help him get these people trained on the stun weapons. If someone ends up shooting me in the back later on, I'm going to hold you personally responsible."

"I-uh, yes sir."

With that settled, Beltran's gaze shifted to Desbre Gensan and her companion. He was a little surprised that the large Jedi master had agreed with her idea of coming along. It showed a measure of trust, both in the girls and in Beltran. The operator in Beltran wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of having unknown quantities joining him on what could quickly turn into a poodoo-storm. But Beltran was placing his trust in the Jedi that his students were ready for such an operation.

Looking over to Desbre, he nodded. "I'm happy to have you along if you think you're up for it. The goal for this op is gathering intelligence, not combat. If we get separated or come under attack you're to return here immediately. Defend yourself if necessary, but no one-woman Jedi combat shows, please. We'll have our dropship in the neighborhood as well, so if you really get in trouble feel free to call in for a pickup." Beltran didn't intend to sound condescending, but he'd had more than one operation blown because of a Jedi showing off. Desbre didn't strike him as that type, but he needed to set the boundaries now.

Behind them, the dropship sounded off as it's engines fired up. Beltran felt good having at least one air asset in theatre. Seventy-some odd T'Surr were no joke and if it came to blaster bolts, he'd rather that most of them never make it to the town. Turning stepping away from the group, Beltran nodded to the Padawan(s). "I'm good to go now, get whatever gear you might want to bring with you and let's head out."

 

[Ryuchi Ryo]

Freedom town, Objective B:
Dagos Terrek Caltin Vanagor Ura Iolar Samantha "Sam" Kamura Beltran Rarr Amani Serys

While his apprentice played sports in the village, Ryuichi was on the southern edge of the settlement. There he knelt in meditation, focusing on his breathing and feeling the Living Force's currents all around him. It was everywhere including within. In that moment it was easy to feel at peace.

But the reason why he was here was far less esoteric. There were slavers about and he knew this was the place they'd ultimately want to come. After all, their aim was to take the beings here. So he'd wait for them.

Others were about, trying to flush these raiders from their holes. They'd have success to some degree he was sure. Being here, however, accomplished two objectives. Vanquish the slavers and protect those in need.

He barely even noticed the weight of his lightsaber's hilt. But it was there, ready....

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: T’surr, Freetown, East Entrance of the Town
Local Time: 10:32
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: A Safe Haven
Equipment: See Character Bio
Current Tags: Caltin Vanagor | Beltran Rarr | Desbre Gensan | Amani Serys | Samantha "Sam" Kamura | Dagos Terrek | Ura Iolar | Kayla Luspark | Aveline Cuiléin | Liram Angellus | Ryuchi Ryo


There was already a small crowd near the drop ship as he walked towards it to see who their guests were. He was about thirty meters away from the dropship and the crowd now. He spotted a tall and a muscular silhouette wave at him with a grin on his face. <Is that...Caltin?> He thought to himself. It sure was! He wasn’t sure how he couldn’t spot the tall -almost as tall as him, but more muscular than him- and big, muscular Master Jetii beforehand but that was surely the Master Jetii himself right there. He remembered him from the wargames on Taris they had a few weeks back. They were on the same team, Blue Team. He hadn’t had the chance to meet with him in person during or after the exercise though. Caltin obviously recognized him, but he wasn’t sure if he knew his name. <Doesn’t matter, we’ll get acquainted soon, anyway.> He never thought he’d be grateful to see a Jetii in his life.

He raised his left hand to wave back at him while he picked up the pace, walking towards Caltin as he held his rifle over his chest with his right hand. His excited and happy facial expressions were hidden underneath his helmet. Finally, he could have some wiggle room. He could finally counterattack the T’surr and punish them for their actions. He gently pushed aside the civilians with his left hand, parting the crowd to make way. It didn’t take long to reach Caltin. He extended his left hand to shake hands with the Master Jetii to show his gratitude as he heard him say "Hey there. You look familiar." He was quick to reply. [“Kranak. Supercommando Medic. I remember you from Taris.”]

He continued after a short pause. [“My current job description is to keep these townsfolk safe from the T’surr raids.”] after glancing back at the civilian crowd behind him, he continued [“Being the only merc around here made it very difficult, but I’m glad you’ve come. You people are a sight for sore eyes.”] He tried his best to contain his joy and keep it professional, but Kranak was sure the Master Jetii could sense his feelings.

He heard the dropship's engines come to life a few moments later. [“Going somewhere?”] he inquired at Caltin.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective B: Assist the populace
Location: Freetown clinic
Tag: Ura Iolar | Open

Amani arrived at the first patient on her list, a frail human woman. She wondered what the woman had been through, shifting uncomfortably as thoughts dwelled for too long on the implications. The patient cleared her throat in expectation, refocusing Amani on her job.

“Sorry. Um, just lean forward a bit and sit still a few moments, please.” She pulled out a small medical scanner and ran it up and down the patient’s figure, finding no signs of further concern.

For the following several patients, Amani developed a rhythm, giving each a quick checkup and moving on to the next. Eventually, she came to one, a small child, and registered a blip on the scanner that made her frown, “Hrm. Just a second, sorry.” She moved to the back of the tent to where the supplies were stored, scanning the containers for the label she needed, until she found it all the way on the top shelf. “Figures.” Amani wasn’t exactly confident in her physical strength to safely pull down the heavy box, and a convenient use of the Force was out of the question right now.

She glanced out towards the open entryway to the tent, and spotted Ura working on a moisture vaporator not far away. Was now really the best time? They hadn’t spoken since Amani got back. Still she needed the help, and Ura was closest. No time like the present she supposed.

“Um… Hey! Ura?” Amani called to her, stepping out of the tent to clear the distance. “Could you… help me with something?” It felt a little awkward, starting with something so innocuous when there were much more… interesting subjects that hung overhead. But it was the more pressing matter at this moment.

 

[Kuxirra Tano-Bonteri]

Objective C―Diplomacy
Tags: Kazsk Morno , open
Kuxirra nodded as Kazsk spoke. "Thank you." She whispered. "I was afraid I'd have to do this alone." She chuckled nervously. "Although I know I'm never alone. I have the Force...but you know what I mean. I'll shut up now."

 

[Samantha "Sam" Kamura]

Sam buried herself in her work. Prosthetic fingers and forearms not hindered by the weight of heavier gravity, as they diligently pulled parts of or pieced them back together. Luckily, all her prosthetics made the weight of heavier gravity easier to bear. She was not just focused on her work however, but keeping herself open to the force for any threats. What she wasn't prepared for was the leather ball to hit the ground near her. The teen jumped a little and almost dropped the air filter she was holding. Letting out a slow breath, she turned at the sound of her name.

Heading towards her was Dagos Terrek a teen her own age. She had met him recently at Silver's Rest. Sam gave him a small wave as he approached. "Hey Dagos. I didn't know you were here."