Dead Space | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Polis Massa

[Red Cloud]

Location: Velok's Maw

Red Cloud had heard about this ‘Velok’s Maw’. How trialing it was supposed to be, how it had broken many men who dared to challenge it. Hah, we’ll see about that. If it was a challenge, you better bet that Red Cloud would show up eventually. To most, Red Cloud would be an odd looking creature. Not many of his kin took to the stars. Standing 8’5 with four eyes and four arms, covered head to toe in muscles and black scales. You could say that Red Cloud was an intimidating beast even without the numerous weapons he carried on his person. He had already breached this strange Asteroid when he heard another arrival making their entrance.

He ducked behind a corner until the new arrival ignited a lightsaber. A Jedi, maybe? Red Cloud hadn’t run into too many of them yet. But regardless, there was only one way to find out. He waited until Dax advanced further inside and towards him before stepping his large frame out from around the corner and let his presence be fully known. He slowly walked towards Dax. The massive HAS-50 Shattergun was held at ease by his two top arms. The barrel pointed to the ground, he had no plans to use it yet. “Seeking a good hunt too?” he asked in a low voice, which is saying something. His voice was incredibly low and bassy to begin with.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[SIZE=9pt]The Dead space Graveyard. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]The smile would soften upon Chloe’s lips. “Mmm… reckon there is.” there was always a way. If the Gods willed it, if one had faith, yes there was always a way. Chloe wasn’t sure of the rhyme or reason of it all, but at the very least she could believe that those souls had to have found a measure of rest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Yet, why was there still a slight nagging feeling to it? The Warden had no clue that there was a reason for it. That Velok’s Maw had something to do about it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Chloe didn’t know that those who had been loyal to Velok, those cultist had done something that would create a location of concentrated fear. A place that while not a Darkside Force Nexus, would echo with the miasma of terror. A place where one’s demons would come to life. A true test of character and will. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The chorus of the song came to an end, prompting Chloe to turn her head over towards her music player. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“well, reckon that we’ve spent a good amount of time conversing.” down came her feet from their perch, the blonde moving to stand. A second later she went leaning over towards her sensor board.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Alright ol girl, what do we have?” she murmured low as she deployed the salvaging probes. [/SIZE]

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Allies: uhm...maybe?
Enemies: Depends on the other I guess...
Nearby: [member="Red Cloud"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Although the giant creature had stepped out with its weapon lowered, Dax had drawn his slugthrower and nearly shot the colossal beast, its frightening appearance not helped by the foreboding air about them. The Master wasn't quite willing to lower his weapon yet though..."Hunt? Depends on what you're hunting." he said with measured words.

Behind him the airlock hissed open, and spun around, slugthrower pointed down the tunnel, saber towards the large creature. "Your friends?" he asked of the creature.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: The Dead Space Graveyard
Objective: Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 4/25 (writer) 4/5 Gallofree

Bryce reviewed the scans and he could see why the ship was never salvaged. While the hull looked to be intact her spine was broken, one of her internal armament stores must have blown in the battle and it was only her thick exterior armor that was keeping her together.

"Feth, if she was in dry dock repairing that would not be impossible. But if we try to move her in this condition she is all but assured to break apart..."

Bryce sat staring at the glowing hologram showing the doomed ships broken infrastructure. There had to be a way to sure up the area, something that he could hook up or bodge together, but what. Then it came to him, they were in a floating parts yard. Tractor beams, force shields, even bits of metal could be salvage and pieces together. It was going to be a lot more work than just a simple hook and toe job but for the price of one star destroyer, it could be worth it.

"Loto, change of plans, gonna need you and the other captains to put your scraping hats on. If we are going to take that bird home then we will need to re-enforce her superstructure..."

 

[Chloe Blake]

[SIZE=9pt]The Dead Space Graveyard[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]The prober were your standard salvage scanners, modified and enhanced by Chloe to give a bit of a tweak in finding what she needed. One would check for lifesigns; never knew if someone had made a home in one of these drifting giants. Pirates would be the first to take on these asteroids and this salvage lot as a prime location to hide for quick hit and runs. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Scanning for any other ship activity would keep Chloe aware of just who else might be out there. The Aurora Hawk was outfitted with some of best advanced sensors her wrench could find. That is, she salvaged the bulk of her goods and jiryrigged them to work on the Aurora. While that saved her a pretty credit, it also meant that she had to put into consideration power consumption and how everything worked together. One wrong move could have things shorting out. Honestly, one wondered how the old girl managed to stay together. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Chloe simply called it love. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Looks clear for now.” at least, as far as she could scan. Had Jorus been a bit closer, Chloe might have caught him. For now, he would remain off her sensors. [/SIZE]

 

[Red Cloud]

Location: Velok's Maw

Red Cloud didn't so much as flinch when Dax raised his weapon. He hoped for as much, it's what he himself would have done. Red Cloud was ready to continue their conversation but then the airlock hissed open. "No" Red Cloud answered Dax's question as he raised his HAS-50 and aimed it down the corridor heading to the entrance. He moved aside to Dax's flank, ready to cover him if need be. And most definitely ready for a firefight, it had been a while. Far too long a wait for the hunter.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Research Velok's Maw and deal with any local cultists there
Post: 4

Present: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Red Cloud"]

Taeli frowned as she caught sight of someone pointing a slugthrower at her and a lightsaber at some creature beyond. Honestly, could she not go to some place for research without something like this happening? No she supposed it was too much to ask for.

"No need for that," she said, shaking her hair and not going for her weapon yet. She really didn't have time to deal with this. "Master Raaf of the NJO, I'm here investigating unusual activity tied to this asteroid. Now, if you'll excuse me, there is plenty of the cave network to explore and study that we aren't tripping over each other. Seems more important to find out what is going on and if there are people here perpetuating the feeling in the airs."

With that said, she would push pass him and the creature and take a tunnel on the right. They could go left or stay where they were and bicker. There was a puzzle for her to solve and she was not going to be distracted.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[SIZE=9pt]The Dead Space Graveyard[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]Betty gave a beep and a boop, the GT-F0 droid shuffling to move around the pilot seat and next to Chloe again. For now it was just her and Betty. Jan had told her that he needed some time away. Something that he had to handle himself. Chloe knew that it had to do with Isolda. WIth the former Eye of the Dark Lord. What little bit Jan had revealed to her allowed the blonde to comprehend just what sort of difficult time this was for Jan. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]However, Jan had been insistent that he had to do this on his own. Chloe could only hope that he was doing alright. Then there was Choli. The young teenager that had been Jannick’s padawan. A smile grew in fondness. She had grown so much, come so far. The young woman now flew for the Alliance, it had been her calling. Chloe could respect that. Not many were made for the constant traveling of the Warden life. No one really knew that Chloe was a Warden. Jorus was different, he boldly proclaimed it. But that suited him just fine. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Chloe embraced the tradition of it. Perhaps, even the bit of whimsical nature of it all. The blonde knew the reality of it. How lonely it could become, how dangerous as well. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]But rewarding nonetheless. [/SIZE]

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Objective: Sweet talk
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Red Cloud"]
Enemies: None...yet

Dax blinked as the woman simply shoved passed him. He lowered his slugthrower and look up at the creature, "Wonderful manners, that one." he said sarcastically. Not quite trusting the creature, he did relent and lower his saber, but not deactivating it. The slugthrower clicked in its holster as watched the woman walk away. "I'm here to see what's causing all this...fear." he told the creature, "Now you can either help, or we can try and kill one another...your pick."

 

[Red Cloud]

Location: Velok's Maw

Red Cloud did not lower his weapon when he saw Taeli, even the smallest blade can cripple a giant. Not until she explained who she was and showed no signs of aggression, did Red Cloud return to his at-ease position. “Well that was exciting” he said playfully, “Shall we continue?”. Before he could finish, Taeli had made her way past Dax and himself. Without much thought, he decided he would follow her down the path to the right. He assumed Dax would follow, there was no sense in splitting into two groups at this point. Besides, he liked her attitude. But just in case, he called back to Dax, “Come on, we can always kill one another later” it was hard to tell if the large warrior was joking...

 

[Chloe Blake]

[SIZE=9pt]The Dead Space Graveyard[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]It only took a few minutes before Chloe picked up the first ding from the salvage probes. Adjusting the monitor that relayed the image, the Warden zoomed in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Alright, whatcha find?” Chloe would inquire aloud, studying the wreckage. Of the start it appeared to be a cruiser of some sort. Now it’s origin, well, that was a bit harder to determine. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Okay, let’s take a closer look.” plopping back down on her chair, the blonde gave a few flips of the toggles and shut off the autopilot. Now she was in control of the probe’s movements. Chloe often likened it to it being a little bit as if playing a hologame, what with the additional joysticks and all. It was one fun way of looking at a normal chore done to feed and clothed oneself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Alright, let’s see now.” slowly, and carefully, the Warden used the micro thrusters on the probe to direct where she wanted it to go. Off to the right was a large gaping hole. LIkely a remnant of when the Black Sun had used their drone kamikaze starfighters. The damaged that they had made had been a terrible blow to the Republic fleet at the time. [/SIZE]

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Dear Choli,

I hope this message finds you will. They wouldn't tell me any more than that you were returned to neutral space relatively unharmed but confused. I am sorry I can't be there right now. Since you were captured I have joined Incom and work on some very interesting projects to aid the war effort.

I told you all before that I had a few bad days in a Technical Union cell. Telling stories to a group isn't the same as explaining everything in detail. Those days still hurt me. That shame, the memories will never go away, but they become less over time. Something you can own and close away when you don't want to feel them.

I was about your age when it happened. Trust the people around you and talk as candidly and openly as you can. They'll help you more than anything you can do for yourself. Whatever you're going through, someone will have been through it before and what you feel someone else will have felt.

I'm sorry I can't visit now. It not only would have been my duty as a commander, but a friend. I'll be able to travel in three weeks, give or take. Let me know where you are and I can come and spend some time.

Yours sincerely,

Asmus

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Polis Massa

"I am fine." The words were almost growled in frustration. They came from the curtained off unit opposite Choli.

"Evidently not. Were it not for the what happened in the incident the diagnostic run suggests there is a fault in the neurological interface," replied an artificial droid.

An emphatic sigh followed. He'd made the statement quite clearly to Jacen that after Kaeshana he wanted to return to fight for the Order again. Now it would look like he was still being affected by what had happened and was avoiding duty by claiming his arm was playing up.

Two Kallidahin and a Twi'lek walked down the centre of the ward. The latter pulled back the curtain. They revealed a young man glowering at a medical droid. He was perched at the end of the bed as if he refused to accept his treatment and lie back. He had no shirt on. His right arm was clearly artificial and hung limp at his side, connected to a computer by three cables. His chest was red and scorched down the same side as the arm.

"This is Mr Voidstalker," the Twi'lek spoke. The medical team spoke amongst themselves as if Trextan wasn't there. "He was on a an alliance transport moving through the sector. He crushed a blaster pistol with his new prosthetic. The exploding chamber has caused several lacerations to the skin over his ribs and led to minor burns."

"What do the diagnostics say?" Asked one of the small Kallidahin. The other was silent, perhaps limited telepathy.

The twi'lek murmured something and pointed to something on the screen.

"Could be a psychological rejection?"

"That occured to me too."

"Treat the burns for now, we'll consult a specialist and a technician from the manufacturer."

"Excuse me?" Trextan spoke up for the first time. "When will I be out?" He looked genuinely affronted at being spoken over.

"Oh we'll be able to discharge you soon but not to active duty yet. Though I don't think there is a transport your way for another week. Rest for now, don't use the arm any more than necessary. We need to do a few more tests and treat the burns."

"Alright." But a few moments after the team had left and the droid had disconnected his arm he swore quite loudly in frustration.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

Location: The Dead Space Graveyard
Objective: That Star Destroyer Looks About Right
Post: 1

The Kathol's Dishonour exited hyperspace and slowly eased toward the massive graveyard of ships, floating testaments to days long gone. Kark, Leo must've been no older than thirteen when this battle took place, oh how innocent he was. If only the boy knew the troubles that would befall him... Leo snapped out of his trance, enough reminiscing for one day, he thought, edging towards the remnants of the Star Destroyer [member="Jorus Merrill"] had transmitted to him.

She wasn't in the most stable of conditions, it was a death trap in all honesty. But of course, the Underground were swarming it like vultures, attempting to scavenge every last usable piece off of scrap from its metal corpse, and it looked like they needed some help. Leo activated his comms, hailing whoever was piloting the ships and not out scavenging, "Did someone call the cavalry?" He joked. It was gonna be a long day...

| [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Chloe Blake"] |

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Dead Space Graveyard

(1)


A Frontier corvette, designed by Firemane and ubiquitous among their patrols, roared out of the endless tunnel of hyperspace and slowly passed through the dark, cold void, heading towards the massive graveyard of warships, the detritus of a long-forgotten battle.


On the bridge stood Elpsis Elaris, Warrior of the Order of Fire. Today would not be a day when she needed to draw her blade or call upon her deity's power, if she could help it. The battle had ended years ago, but its echo was still strong. Thunderous, in fact. It was a miasma of terror and pain, like standing in the middle of a maelstrom.


As far as the naked eye could see, there was debris. Through the viewing port, she could see chunks of floating ships, the leftovers of a horrible battle most had banished from their memory. Gracefully, the corvette slid through the black abyss. On the command deck, the crew went about their business, a tamed Cylix prowled like a lion eager for a piece of meat.


Absentmindledly, Elpsis petted the magnificient beast. The crew was used to her eccentricities by now and seemed certain that Leo was not about to pounce and eat one of them. The firemane was awed but at the same time saddened when she beheld the graveyard.


She'd been but a child, a lone street rat struggling to survive, during the Dark Harvest Crisis, but she'd heard the stories. Of hordes of undead with ravenous hunger, of the Phobis Device that could drive the strongest minds insane, of the great standoff between the Omega Protectorate and the Republic that had almost precipicated all-out war.


"Back in...hell, I met some folks who'd died here. They didn't look good. Dunno if it was the Phobis' voodoo, hell or both," she muttered while she stroked Leo's infallible mane. A cold shiver ran down her spine when she remembered waking up in the underworld. The Cylix licked her hand, eager for pets. The bridge was a bee hive of activity as crewers went about their business, but in spite of this the mood was solemn and subdued. Many of Firemane's contractors had served with the Protectorate or Omega Pyre. Though the old guard was slowly being thinned due to death in battle, retirement or the recruitmet of new blood, some on this ship had participated in the battle. It was a trip down the memory lane for them.


Her sightless, milky-white eyes, dead since the Omega War, stared into the void, while the corvette belched probes and salvagers swarmed the warships like a swarm of vultures, eager to scavenge all that could be scavenged.


"Great White Wolf, blessed mother and guardian, whose voice I hear in the winds, and who gave me the breath of life, hear me.
You, whose fur warms me and whose teeth protect me from evil.
You, from whose loving care I receive nourishment and who endows me with the great gift.
You, who raised me from great distress and made me see the divine feminine.
I pray not for myself, but for the poor souls who passed away in battle.
I ask that you care for them and, if they have not yet entered your kingdom, shephered them there.
Let not the daemons inflict suffering upon them, but wash away their anguish and give them peace.
And bring a new life to them -- a life without the pain and sadness of the world; and to their families, bring your sun, for they also need your light in their lives.
May your kingdom, the eternal forest, be a refuge to them, whoever they might have been."

 

[Hugh Seyley]

Polis Massa Medical Complex and Archives​

possibly moving to The Dead Space Graveyard​

[ 01 ]​

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"What the kark is that yellow blob on my map?" Hugh asked from his droid; one whom he had designed to become his companion on the endless journeys around the stars and throughout different systems in the galaxy. "Looks like a huge d*ck if you asked me. Kind of weird."

"That is the Galactic Alliance, my sir. They're the successors of the Omega Protectorate, Jensaarai and several other organisations. Destroyed the One Sith and took the place of the Galactic Republic," the droid gave a simple overview of what the yellow blob on the man's map was.

"Huh. Alright," the man said. He looked at the map, snorted, and then burst into a laugh. "Well whatever. I wanna see what they're doing here though. The place is full of their vessels and stuff."

"I hear they are investigating the nearby areas and such."

"Connect me to one. Uh, I don't know, to the nearest one maybe. I wanna talk," Hugh said. He was not particularly fond of people of factions, but what could he say... Destroying the One Sith was something remarkable, so he was sure these people were at least alright, if not even fine.

The droid did some magic and soon the connection had been made. The Roaring Titan was calling the nearest ships.

They didn't want to talk, though. What the kark of a people are they... ?

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

[ 02 ]​

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The Reverie, a magnificent yet simple ship, entered the atmosphere of Skor II that very day. In it, no other than the Traitor of Zambranos, the one Maria Natalja personally.

"We are near. I hope you're ready," the woman's friend and mentor Isaac Seldias spoke. He'd been with the Jedi Knight for a long time, helping her escape the horrible Darth Carnifex and cope with the death of the Galactic Republic. Honestly, she had no idea where she would have ended up, had she not had Isaac.

"I am ready. I've always been."

She was hopeful. The Galactic Alliance was now her place to go -- even though she had some ties with the Silver Jedi Order, she did not feel like she would be too welcome there. The Alliance, despite their hugely militaristic and aggressive manners, were more welcoming, at least in her mind.

"Good. We'll manage."

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

(2)

Dead Space Graveyard


When the vision overcame her, it hit her like a brick wall. Not all her dreams were of the future. Some were of the present, whilst others were of the past. This one fell into the last category!


It felt like she was being overwhelmned by a tremendous flood, in the same moment as the corvette approached the one of the floating leviathans, the carcass of a battered warship of the old Protectorate. Images flooded her mind, whilst thunderous noise filled her ears, causing blood to seep out.


She no longer saw the graveyard of warships, but the apocalyptic battle itself. Few visions were clear. In most cases, she perceived blurry images and felt a rollercoaster of emotions that came with them, then she was left to pick up the pieces and put the puzzle together. Some, however, were deeply vivid. Visceral.


Everywhere where she looked, there was naught but carnage and destruction. Massive fleets bore down upon one another, unleashing hailstorms of turbolaser fire and missiles. Beams of crimson, viridian and blue arced through the void, bathing it in light. It was a massive free fire zone. Comms went insane, something about a standoff between Republic and Protectorate. There were too many images and voices to process for her storm-wracked mind.


Lives were extinguished by the thousands, a whisper of unreasoning madness tickled the back of her mind. The whispers soon became a loud, deafening chorus. Something or perhaps someone was warping the great ocean that was the Force on a tremendous scale. The Phobis Device.


Being fully conscious to the sudden rush of feelings, pain flooded her mind, and she winced, even though the sensation was just from a vision, from memories that were not her own. The young firemane felt a thunderous headache. The world was swaying before her. She dropped down to her knees, breathing heavily as she tried to compose herself.


She'd lost track of what was really going on aboard the bridge, did not see Freya rushing towards her as darkness threatened to consume her. Nor did she see the effect her empathy might have on the crew. Struggling, she sought to raise the walls around her mind and escape the tremendous flood. Wake, wake up. Slowly, she chanted, her voice growing stronger with every word that left her tongue, channelling all the knowledge her mother and Laina had endowed her with.


I must not fear. Fear is the little mind-killer, the slow death...

 

[Hugh Seyley]

Polis Massa Medical Complex and Archives​

possibly moving to The Dead Space Graveyard​

[ 03 ]​

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"Rude," Hugh said simply. "Whatever. Let's just land on the thing... uh... Polis Massa? We can find out what they're doing there. Hopefully. Unless they decide to ignore as like some motherkarkers they are."

The man took the route to Polis Massa. They'd land whereever and start to do whatever. Hugh hadn't come to the area with a goal in mind. Usually he would have had a plan, but today was different. He'd just ended up there and since the Alliance seemed to be active at the moment, he thought it would be awesome to check out what they were doing.

"Sir, there is a spaceport there. It's inactive, but has magnificent vessels which could be salvaged," the companion droid muttered. "It might be worth a check."

"Ship parts? Oh for sure, let's get there," the Warden of the Sky said, feeling slightly more enthusiastic than before. "Locate it for me, you sit-still-do-nothing poodoo of a bantha you are."

He wasn't truly that rude around people. Only near the friends whom he was comfortable with.

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

[ 04 ]​

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"Do you want to check the area out before I come out?" Maria asked from Isaac right after they'd landed on Skor. "Then you could see if it's safe for me to come."

"Good point," the man said. "I'll go and take a look. You stay here and do nothing. People might recognise you, even though I doubt there are any enemies around here."

"It's better to be safe than sorry."

"True."

Isaac was an angel. He was a simple man, a former soldier in the Galactic Republic army, wasn't sensitive to the Force or anything. But he was a good person and he loved hanging out with Maria. The girl knew he had a crush on her, but she, unfortunately, didn't feel the same way. Her heart had been taken by another man. A man that she was sure she could never be with.

Ah, those cheesy romance stories.