Dead Space | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Polis Massa

[Loto Afu]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Loto and his lone "105" had "beat feet" as they say over to the generals last position. When they arrived the warrior of the gate was happy to see "The Wrenched Hive" in one piece and safely moving our of harms way. The other vessels had fired it seemed but were completely uninterested in the old freighter. Instead they were continuing on to the planet at all possible speed is seemed bound and determined to reach there destination as quick as possible. Coming along side the boat they matched its' position and orientation and opened up narrow band short range communications.

"Greetings General, chief said you needed some help so what can we do for you?"

Loto had been motioning the situation on Skor, but his orders were to help the general. Thinking outside the box not an unusual thing for the tribal warrior, but the chief said keep the general safe and until he heard otherwise his mission was clear, protect the General.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

SPACE OVER SKOR II

[member="Saverok"] [member="Loto Afu"]

Relief trickled into Jorus' veins and stole the tension from his shoulders. He kept the engines at full burn, distancing himself from the close call. With preparation and backup, he might have tangled with that fleet in other circumstances, but for now he was just flying a single medium freighter with a hold full of good salvage.

"Good gorram timing, Loto. As it happens, I've got a present for ya. I was going to drop it to some Underground contacts in this system and see where it might wind up, but your boat has the cargo space to rig it and the tractor guts to move it. In about five minutes, something big's gonna come out of my dorsal hangar. Be real careful with it, but hook it up, brace it right, and you might be able to get it running. It's a grav well generator out of an old Subach interdictor. Could help play a real role this time around. I don't have the power to spare to hook it up myself, but your Gallofree boat has guts for days."

The Wretched Hive's main dorsal hangar opened. In a haze of severed straps and physical supports, a massive knot of electronics drifted out toward the '105.

"If you get this sucker moving, either to get it out of here or to use it, I'll start poking around and see what there is to see."

His shields were bouncing back, he noticed: forty-five percent. Maybe enough for a proper pass if he timed things right. Meanwhile, his comms officer was relaying the substance of Saverok's transmission to an earpiece. The situation, it seemed, was evolving.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Chloe Blake"]


Music was lower now that he tried to navigate a bit deeper. The groaning and creaking of the metal could be quite frightening to the untrained her. Years ago when he was much younger doing such a thing was near suicide in his mind. Age and experience had tempered nerves and made it able to actually salvage such a site.


"Still getting a reading...." Muttering to himself, Siren's Song pushed closer to the eye on the prize, a broken-in half warship. He was after a fighter or two, hoping the hangar was still intact. A bit of a gamble but he could poke around elsewhere.


"Pirates?No...too quiet...tend to be a bit messy..."

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

[SIZE=9pt]A brief sweep of her eyes went darting over to Trextan. A brief arch of a brow inquiry and then amusement colored her expression.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"I thought you were the one who had a specific place to go." she reminded him, leaning forward to check on a few of the controls and status diagnostics of the shuttle. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]"That was why you said you'd help me, wasn't it?" she would remind him, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards in mild humor. A bit of her typical self was starting to shine through. It didn't completely wipe away all that still wormed through her mind, but the rush of flying like that and so fast had a way of helping her mind blank out. Nothing but instinct and skill to keep her airborne. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Little did she know that there was another who would do their best to narrow down exactly where they were at. [/SIZE]

 

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Judah Dashiell"]

Betty gave a small inquisitive hoot beside the Warden.

"I know, could be pirates." there wasn't much worse than pirates around these parts. At least, from folk who could remember. That made more sense than anything else.

At least, since the Bando Gora Reavers.

Now those had been some rather petrifying times. Ain't no one who ever wanted to clash against them reavers. They were mindless men, spent far too long out in the black and that drove them crazy. Chloe knew better, knew that it had to do with the Bando Gora and how they twisted folk into something corrupt. Dark.

Some of it wasn't any fault of the innocents caught in the crossfire and made to turn.

"No, ain't no reavers." Chloe elaborated, sitting down on her pilot's seat. Leaning forward, she checked the scanners. There it was, a single ship. But who was it?

A few more flicks of switches and the Aurora's sensors went reaching out to scan an investigate.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Polis Massa
Allies: Circle of Healers
Enemies: The Horde
Objective: Triage

"Admiral, the first patients have arrived: the Circle of Healers have collected the first patients from Skor" the communications officer told Cathul.

"This is Therapist Actual, each Licid medvac transport is to be escorted by four fighters each, and also similarly with the Neimoidian Yachts for casvac"

"Why assign escorts to medvac units when we are clearly marked as medvac units?" the captain of one of the Licids asked Cathul.

"We cannot assume that the enemies that caused you to be flying from Skor to here will abide by the commonly accepted rules of engagement"

Things were going to feth somewhere else in this sector, but that's what the Circle of Healers and Therapy Command were for. Three VT-Licids, each capable of carrying 50 patients, began their approach towards the Polis Massa base, with a squadron of four Neimoidian Yachts, emblazoned in white with red crosses on it, as if for medvac, handling the casvac part. That is, their purpose were not simply limited to evacuating the wounded, but also the dead. And she needed not be reminded of the horrors of warfare, of the importance of medvac. Sure, there were dozens of stations, but this was just the beginning. Where are the other senior members of the Circle of Healers? Was I assigned the command of this medvac mission because of my naval standing? she thought. She began to doubt that the Circle of Healers actually had that much of a desire to help out, but she knew that she couldn't be everywhere at once. And while those that lived were separated from the dead in the casvac transports, those that were injured were assigned stations as available. All told, about 200 patients formed the first batch of patients sent from Skor: one of which landed before her.

"It appears, admiral, that you have a patient to treat" the triage nurse told her.

"All right, one of those burned in an explosion: I recognize this"

Therapy Command:

Spoiler

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft:

132 B/E-3 B-Wings
60 D-Wings

 

[Red Cloud]

Location: Skor System
[member='Saverok'] [member='Dredge'] [member='Zardavorok']

Red Cloud’s ship entered orbit at seemingly the right time. All forces had calmed down and seemed to have been in communications with one another. Something he was not included in. Not that he cared, he wasn’t here for politics. He was here for the hunt. Red Cloud’s senses told him where to touch down. Then again, it didn’t take a lot of sense to see the absolute mayhem that was happening below.

The Vanguard touched down just outside of the burning city. His draconic face grimaced at the total destruction that was happening. These fools didn’t respect the power they wielded, turning it on innocent civilians. Pointless, disgusting. There was no pride or honor to be found in such combat. Red Cloud would make his way into the city and immediately start engaging the Graug and Yuuzhan Vong forces that were on the outskirts of the city. Creatures he had never laid eyes on before, there was something off putting about them. Aliens among aliens. But his HAS-50 flechette rounds would tear through them just as any other. His goal was to make his way inward, perhaps to command. If there even was one.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Polis Massa

She sighed as Thuku made her announcement of commandeering the medical base for helping those injured in what was going on. Did she honestly think that they wouldn't help the people anyways? Shaking her head, she went to look for the being actually in charge of the facility. She supposed it was a good thing that there was a fleet here... but then again... it could potentially draw attention to the system from those attacking.

Passing two medics rushing an injured soldier to surgery, she found the facility administrator. She had thought a long time about it, well about the length of time it took to land her ship and walk through the facility, and she figured a good way to make those here happier with the Alliance was to offer them resources for expanding both the facility and their excavation project. She had plenty to offer, and could even supply scientists, researchers, defenses and droids, and so on. It was always good to run a diverse and expansive company.

"Master Raaf," she heard in her head as the chief Kallidahin spoke to her with telepathy.

"My apologies for Thuku's exuberance, she really shouldn't have made such a declaration and commandeered your station like that," Taeli said. "On behalf of the NJO and the Alliance, I extend my deepest condolences for your inconvenience. To show my personal apologies, and in hope that we might forge closer ties between your operation here, the Alliance, and possibly Aurora Industries, I would like to discuss with you the idea of expanding your operations here and increased funding for your excavation of the Eellayin civilization."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Trextan could tell that too. It made him feel better about breaking her out. Clearly freedom or just the act of getting behind a yoke was good for her.

“Hmm, yes,” he replied, settling back into his seat. His stomach hadn't quite finished spinning yet so he stayed fairly still. “There's an asteroid in the system here. Known as Velok’s maw. My… a Marshal sent a team of us to investigate.”

A slight touch of colour reached his cheeks, perhaps just returning after the acrobatic flight. “Then I made a fool of myself with my arm playing up and ended up where you saw me,” he explained through clenched teeth.

He looked down at his coral scrubs. They would neither help him blend in or protect him. He had no blaster either.

He shook his head at his own stupidity.

 

[Dredge]

Location: The Bazaar
Objective: Kill everyone
Allies: Nobody
Enemies: Everybody

Dredge just stood there looking at his sword. The bone blade of Darth Vulcanas, a weapon that had bathed in the blood of so much innocent flesh. Something that he had carried for years, a weapon that struck fear into the hearts of everyone he fought. Was it all just for nothing? Was the role he played just one of no importance? Did he not spur goodness and righteousness to rise up and face the darkness? He had to of, otherwise there was no reason to anything he did. All he ever knew was being this, he was born from hatred and evil and if those things were as meaningless as everything else than he was truly better off just no longer playing any part.

"There's just no point to this." He once more spoke in a depressing tone and hung his head.

Taking a moment the Sith Spirit bound in flesh and armor sat down with his back against the sword in the earth. He sat there and watched the destruction around him. Entire buildings were set aflame and men and women were being killed in the street like animals. His Graug and Yuuzhan Vong didn't need a grand scheme, they were content with just having another victim in front of them. Dredge envied that, the simplicity of beasts. He often thought it was them who were most happy, too busy with the act of mayhem to ponder and realize the meaningless of their existence.

"I thought... I thought I played a part. A role in the grand scheme of the universe. That there was an order to it, a reason behind the madness." Placing his hands over his helmet the monster just continued to sit there in existential dread, simply waiting for it be over.

And the end was approaching fast, that was certain. Behind him his blade continued to grow more and more unstable. The nexus that he once fed upon would collapse on itself and explode outwards soon, it could quite possibly take everyone in the city with him. Infinite raw darkside power that grew too unstable would poison and destroy whatever it came into contact with. It would all be engulfed in fire and ash.

"I never asked to be born. Can you hear me creator? Can you see me? I never asked for any of this. I am what you made me, I am a product of evil."

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Red Cloud"] [member="Saverok"]

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

A brief sweep of her eyes went darting over to Trextan. A brief arch of a brow inquiry and then amusement colored her expression.

"I thought you were the one who had a specific place to go." she reminded him, leaning forward to check on a few of the controls and status diagnostics of the shuttle.

"That was why you said you'd help me, wasn't it?" she would remind him, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards in mild humor. A bit of her typical self was starting to shine through. It didn't completely wipe away all that still wormed through her mind, but the rush of flying like that and so fast had a way of helping her mind blank out. Nothing but instinct and skill to keep her airborne.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Trextan could tell that too. It made him feel better about breaking her out. Clearly freedom or just the act of getting behind a yoke was good for her.

“Hmm, yes,” he replied, settling back into his seat. His stomach hadn't quite finished spinning yet so he stayed fairly still. “There's an asteroid in the system here. Known as Velok’s maw. My… a Marshal sent a team of us to investigate.”

A slight touch of colour reached his cheeks, perhaps just returning after the acrobatic flight. “Then I made a fool of myself with my arm playing up and ended up where you saw me,” he explained through clenched teeth.

He looked down at his coral scrubs. They would neither help him blend in or protect him. He had no blaster either.

He shook his head at his own stupidity.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

“Velok’s Maw?” to be honest, Choli didn’t know much about it. She really had no real information about this system to begin with. While she had traveled with Chloe and Jan out to the Outback from time to time, she hadn’t been the one navigating.

The name, however, was a little bit familiar. Why did it tug at a memeory at the rear of her mind.

“Haven’t heard much about it.” she admitted, giving Trextan a quick glance. He seemed to have a bit of color back on his face. Alright, so he wasn’t about to hurl. Good.

When he mentioned ‘Marshal’ it piqued her interest. Now that was a term she knew. Well, then again, it could very well mean anything outside of Alliance space.

“A Marshal?” she inquired, probing for more information. Her eyes fell upon the console, reviewing the diagnostics.

“That whole… Jedi Justicar thing? You with one of the Orders?”

He mentioned his arm again, bringing to the fore the original though Choli had in the past. Well, she was never one to hold back being blunt.

“Your arm?” a flip of a toggle shut off the shields, saving power.

“Doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.”

Well at least she was honest.

“You seemed to do just fine doing everything you did getting out of the hospital.”

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

He opened his mouth to protest. He placed both hands in his lap and looked down at them. He curled both hands into fists. Thinking back she did have a point. It had been very stupid of him to administer that dressing, could have broken her arm.

Trextan frowned. His hair tended to fall forwards over his eyes in waves. As he raised his head he quote deliberately used his left hand to sweep it back.

“They said there was a problem with the neurological interface ,” he murmured weakly.

He changes subject. “Velok's Maw is an asteroid, steeped in the dark side. I was headed there with a few other Alliance Jedi and a GADF squad. I… I don't even know it's coordinates. We can hardly search the whole field. That would take years.”

He shook his head at his own stupidity.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Skor
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: The Horde

Keric kept on drawing closer to the planet, keeping his sensors actively pinging everything around him. It was a pretty big draw on his power cells, but he'd rather have to take the time to do maintenance on them then get blown out of the sky. As it was, however, no one seemed interested in keeping the action above the ground. It appeared that the ships attacking had landed and were trying to slaughter people as they went.

"Captain Dynt of the Alliance Merchant Fleet to other Alliance personnel. Where do you need us?" He sent out the call on the Alliance channels. He drew closer to a moderately sized fleet bearing icons that Keric thought meant they were diplomatic. They weren't the transponder codes of merchants or military, but he'd never really paid close attention. If he was doing legal things, he stayed looking like a merchant. If he was doing illegal work, he tended to not go around anything bigger than a frigate.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Polis Massa
Allies: Circle of Healers
Enemies: The Horde
Objective: Triage

"Why did you commandeer the base?" the chief Kallidahin told her over comms.

"The reason why Therapy Command commandeered the medical base is to facilitate its defense in the event of an attack. It's part of the protocol for establishing frontline bases when facing an enemy suspected of conducting dirty warfare, as is currently the case"

The patient had third-degree burns to the face. While the face had such damage that it may be unable to feel pain, she used the Force to administer antibiotics as well as inducing anasthesia so that the pain could be relieved. Making synth-flesh out of the still-healthy part of the patient's skin required a few skin cells from the patient and then knitting it back to the patient's body, and so little risk of rejection should be incurred. By now the two squadrons of medvac ships make rotations in and out so that they do not travel all at once; that way there would not be any logistical accordions, or at least smaller accordions. However, [member="Taeli Raaf"] may be forgiven for not being familiar with the naval battle plan on a strategical level: the frontline fleet is deployed on Skor, from where the patients used for medvac come, while Therapy Command is the strategic reserve in this sector. Such concerns were already discussed long before there even was a Therapy Command deployed among the asteroids of Polis Massa in the first place.

"Samples for synth-flesh production are ready, admiral" the nurse told Cathul, while taking the sample of healthy skin cells to the synth-flesh lab.

"In the meantime I will take care of his fractures"

Therapy Command:

Spoiler

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft:

132 B/E-3 B-Wings
60 D-Wings

 

[Bryce Bantam]

CNS - Council a Corsair Class Corvette
Zanju V heading to Skor
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

By the time the Council had arrived Loto was already well underway with installing the massive gravity well generator. The crew was in vacuum suits, working to install the massive system and tangle of wires into the open bay construction. Whatever Jorus had in mind Loto has been all to willing to make it a reality.

"Good to see you save General, I have been monitoring the situation but it seems like activity on Skor is getting bad quick. Orders?"

 

[HK-36]

[member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Taeli Raaf"],

Polis Massa System,

Lights suddenly flickered at the edge of Polis Massa system as ships elongated themselves into reality, emerging from hyperspace into the darkness of the void as Abregado Mercantile Fleet finally arrived in the sector,

"Kallidahin, this is the Siege Tower leading Iron Lord's Trade Envoy into Subterrel sector, we have entered real space at the edge of your system after receiving the news of nearby Skor being under attack, we will remain at our position awaiting rendezvous with our Expeditionary Patrol ships if you do not protest. The First Baron is on his way towards your main compound, he wishes to speak in person with your Medical and Archaeological Councils regarding the situation."

While the droid and his forces would respect if the inhabitants Polis Massa would wished for his fleet to move further away from their planetoid system, after all they were a rather reclusive and secretive, although kind, species, it seems the droid was insisting on meeting with them in person, which could prove problematic to the Kallidahin in a couple of ways, one of them being that their language consisted of body movements and minor telepathy, which the machine was incapable of, fortunately some of them were born as Speakers and could communicate verbally, even knowing how to speak basic.

Either way, Tali and Cathul would be able to receive the droid's message as well, both having access to standard secured GA channels and their diplomatic frequency, and they were free to contact the machine or one of his subordinates at moment's notice as well. For now he would not really contact them just yet, as he was not sure if they were in the system, although he would probably be able to spot the ships belonging to Therapy Command, noticing them earlier in the aftermath of Atrisian Incident, and did not know that they were speaking with the Kallidahin at the same time as well.

He would be also able to receive an earlier transmission from [member="Saverok"] regarding teaming up against Dredge, it seemed rather fishy to the machine as he fought the Horde many times over, and while they did seem chaotic and bloodthirsty they were not like the Sith in the regard they could turn against each other at moment's notice. The machine would refrain from weighing in on the matter, however, as he was not engaged into fighting around Skor just yet, and other GA representatives seemed to have the situation more or less under control.

For now his fleet would remain at the edge of Polis Massa, mostly freighters with modest escort. Almost as if they were bait for enemy fleet to jump into the system and try to attack them while they were relatively undefended.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

[SIZE=9pt]Now he was embarrassed. Thinking too much on it. Choli had placed him under the spotlight and it had made him uncomfortable. She caught the distinct shift and how he favored his left hand again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Aye, neurological in that its all in your head.” Again, choli wasn't one to mince words, but they also didn't hold any form of judgement. Almost as if she were familiar to the condition and was merely having a casual conversation about it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Or maybe she was just focusing on the shuttle diagnostic. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Think too much and it clouds your head. Sabotages you from the inside.” Ahh, there we go. Now what did he say? Veloks maw?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Take a limb the mind still believes and feels as if it's there. Tries to compensate even if there isn't anything. Seen plenty of spacers do the same with less.” She finally turned to him. So he was from the Galactic Alliance. Well that cleared up a few questions. Also explained the very fancy cybernetic. Her experience with tech at least told her that. And if he was struggling with the cybernetic, it was fairly recent too. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“So Alliance Jedi? The New Order I take it? Must be a new unit then.” [/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

“Oh.”

Brutal honesty was probably the best thing for Trextan. He frowned and looked down at the arm. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t be hs fault could it?

“Yes… New Jedi Order…”

He clenched and unclenched both fists together. It was easier to place the blame elsewhere. Another person could go away. A prosthetic could be repaired. He couldn’t get someone else to fix his own issues. She said it was fairly common though. Perhaps he didn’t really need to lay the blame anywhere, just get on with his physio and working with the arm.

There was an analogy to his relationship with Jacen that passed him by entirely. That blame would take a lot longer to reassess.

He placed his hands on his lap and looked over at Choli, conscious of the fact that he’d just turned his attention inwards and mostly ignored her.

“It’s a new group, based out of Sullust. They want to do more to show the people of the Alliance the Jedi are actually looking out for them, not just hunting down Sith.”

Several quick beeps drew attention back to the scanners. Cathul’s medical fleet appearing on the edge of the system set off the alert. Before anyone could check one of the Alliance ships opened up a channel that ran back to the GADF comms network.

A small hologram appeared on the console. Trextan visibly collapsed back into his chair.

“Lieutenant Commander Vyn,” Jacen said. There was disappointment in his tone. He turned his son. “Trextan.”

Another figure appeared. An Askaj standing beside him and reaching forwards, waving his hand back and forth. Jacren rolled his eyes. “Dee-four can you please tell her to leave the hologram alone? Thank you. Right. I understand you’ve both commandeered a shuttle?”