Dominion Disaster relief mission | AC dominion of Ruuria hex

[Trinity Harris]

Location: mangroves 700 miles north of the main landing site
Objective: investigate healthy flora in dead zone on behalf of Ashlan Crusade Scientists
Tags:
E Eric Vales
Kahlil Noble
Millia Brimarch
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Heinrich Faust
Pietro Demici

Riding: Phantom
Accompanied by: Plushee Companion Droid
Wearing: Guarderma Bio-suit

Trinity had become lost in her note taking and taking additional samples, the air here reaked of rotting vegetation mixed with the metallic pollutants in the air. She had collected around 3kg of the lichen and carefully packed it, it seemed fairly fragile and she did not want to damage it in transit.

"Ashlan Science, this is Dr. Harris, I believe I have uncovered the reason for the mangrove survival. I am moving to site B to see if the situation is the same."

Site B was around 150 miles further north, out across a narrow sea to marshland on the other side, she disliked using a speeder bike across unknown sea, but reports said the sea was calm and the alternative route was nearly 1200 miles along the coastline.

She waded back out of the mangrove. The insects were swarming around her as she churned up to mud, she was glad she wore repellents today.

Her Phantom was nearby, she reached it quickly and, after carefully packing her lichen, she kicked it into a high gear and sped off along the edge if the mangrove toward the sea. It would take around an hour to get to the next site. The sea loomed in front of her, dark and forbidding with deep clouds above it. Maybe the long way round would have been the better option she thought as she crossed the beach and spray began kicking up behind her. She turned on her music to distracted her from the isolation over the water.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Tags: Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Millia Brimarch, E Eric Vales

The dust kicked up as Heinrich was marched through the gates of the marauder camp, though marched may be an exaggeration. These outlaws seemed to lack any formal command structure, save for their leadership by this mysterious King Diega. The Crusade gathered what information they could on the leader of this band of pillagers, but the results had been inconclusive. Whoever this so-called king was, it seemed that they liked to keep their head low.

Heinrich found himself pushed to the ground as his captors moved through the courtyard of the outpost, laughing at him as they walked by.

"Diega's gonna get a kick outta this guy. A Jedi... yeah right!"

A small chuckle left Heinrich's lips at the comment, causing the brute to turn his attention back to the crusader.

"Got something to say?"

"You know... this is quite the kingdom you have here. Must be hard managing such a large swaft of rundown Sith leftovers."

He anticipated a swift kick to the face for that comment, and nearly got it, but luckily for Heinrich, the brutish man was held back by the others.

"You're lucky King Diega want to see you. Best to keep you in one piece."

"And when will I have the pleasure of seeing this King of yours?"

He was met with only a scowl, leaving one of his other captors to answer.

"The King will be with you soon. Until then, you wait here."

Heinrich's plan wasn't to start a fight, and he wasn't usually one to provoke a person in such a way, but the more he got this so-called king's attention, the sooner he could get an audience. Until then, he would have to suffice for sitting on the ground, waiting for the warlord to emerge from whatever dark hole they were held up in.

 

[Millia Brimarch]

On the Ground

Location: Reelin surface - moving with encrypted transponder signal
Objective: Secure a parlay
Tags: Heinrich Faust | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | E Eric Vales

Spoiler: Equipment

ON THE GROUND: Speeder bike
WEAPONS - Custom Concussive Baton, Collapsible Electrostaff
EQUIPMENT:Utility Belt inludes - Hush-98 Comlink, Liquid Cable Launcher, Fibercord Whip, Holoprojector, Holo-map, Rebreather, Security Spike, Scramble Key, Anti-security blade, Field Security Overloader, Canteen/Waterskin, Energy/Food Capsules
ECM-598 Medical Backpack includes - Shock Cloth, Bactade, Antidote Synthesizer
Spider Silk Clothing
Armorweave Overclothes, Coif, Kama equipped with a Small Energy Shield

The ride there was both terrifically long, and horrendously short in the exact same measure. Dunes, sand, ash, bleeding into each other as she kept between the two craft. She hadn't check the time when the gates finally appeared in the horizon. There was a furrow to her brow, having spied the slightest bit of a gap to them before they arrived to find them shut.

Eyes watched the group as they approached, some heads tilting to see her better. Others pointing and having a chuckle for some reason unbeknownst to her. It wasn't everyday one was granted the chance to see a sister of the crusade outside the church and jury.

The raiders leading the small party held an exchange with those guarding the gate, the leader pointing to her before nodding inside. The one speaking back cocking their head sideways and casting a look her way before looking back to the raid leader. Her legs were to either side of the bike, feet barely touching the ground as she surveyed the area.

It wasn't much to look at from the outside.

A wall to keep others out. Guards to keep an eye on those drawing near. The basics of a healthy organization built upon the illicit act of stealing. Something she hoped to remedy as the guard made an exasperated sound that drew her attention. The raid leader approached, shouldering the weapon before holding his hands up to mean no harm.

"You...help. Give cure to...small ones? Speak, chief after." He spoke frankly, as plainly common wasn't his first tongue. Had she thought to even offer the service, she wouldn't have been so agitated with herself.

"Yes. Lead me." She spoke quickly with a nod as the man nodded back and waved to the guard. The gate creaked open once more, a handful of bodies behind it watching her enter before dismounting, gathering her things and being led into the camp.

"How many?" She spoke up, concern tainting the tone of her calm voice.

"No many. Hansful. Come. Burning hot. Cough."

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382°
Objective: Supervise relief efforts
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Tag(s): Isla Draellix-Kobitana | E Eric Vales | Kahlil Noble | Millia Brimarch | Trinity Harris | Pietro Demici | Heinrich Faust

[ Kingdom Come ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

For Eina, just because someone had a last name didn’t mean they could be held accountable for anything. Not an entire bloodline could be held accountable for the actions of an individual, here for Carnifex's action. At least she thought so. That is why he addressed Kahlil by this name; especially that she would not have known under another name, for the best knowledge of Valkyrja, the man did not change his name. In any case, mortals are strange; this was not the first time she had thought of this.

Meanwhile, she turned her attention back to what the admiral had said, then nodded to the other woman at the mention of the current duties.

"All right, if this is right for you, I'll tell the Eternal Imperial ships to send the dropships to the area and help evacuate the locals or help you in whatever you want." she offered.

So far, she couldn’t offer anything more than that, as it was up to the AC to see if they accepted the help at all or not. Without an answer, Eina couldn't do much either.

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

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Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382° W
Objective: supervise relief efforts
Tags:
E Eric Vales
Kahlil Noble
Millia Brimarch
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Heinrich Faust
Pietro Demici

Isla's head snapped round to E Eric Vales at hearing the word massacre, at least he asked first.

"Let me be very clear, we are not her as malevolent outsiders, wholesale slaughter will not be tolerated. If they engage us, then fight to defend yourself and our forces. But the enemy must always have surrender as an option. The desert dwellers of this planet, whilst barbaric, have been part of this planets culture as long as the Tuskens have been part of Tattooine. My belief is that if we can't get them to the table to move forward to a cooperative existence, we can at least find a path back to their previous lives fuelled by sustenance rather than greed." She paused for breath, thinking, "however, your intel is very useful, if we can find some way of limiting their access to their fuel supply, by either blockade or capture, this might help encourage them to the tabl. Just be aware that efforts are underway to create a diplomatic result."

She turned back to the others, feeling that she had made herself very clear on the matter, the Ashlans wished to help the people on the planet, all of the people preferably.

"Kahil, there is a force of Sister's already aboard the Knave shuttle, you are welcome take your own transport there and rendezvous at the destination if that is your preference. Good luck out there, to you as well Pietro Demici "

Turning to Eina, "Thank you for your support, the Ashlan Crusade will gladly accept any offer of assistance." She was interrupted by an aide handing her a data slate that she rapidly read over. "I have been requested to attend the Parliament of the Southern Government, you are welcome to join me if you do not have any tasks you are attending too. There are elements in the south that were more hostile to our interference and believe the decline of their northern neighbours to be just part of the world's path. I won't be going unescorted, but your own experience may be useful."

She gestured to a pair of officers who took the slate for her and brought her her kit. Isla was beginning to look more and more like a solider and less a Naval Commander as the dust gathered in her hair and she got her hands dirty on the ground.

"I will be taking a shuttle in about 10 minutes, there is facilities to freshen up along the way if you desire, it may also be an opportunity for us to discuss some things that have been on my mind" If you have other tasks then I wish you too good luck.
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[Pietro Demici]

Tags: Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Millia Brimarch, Kahlil Noble , Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , Trinity Harris , E Eric Vales

The hint of concern within Isla's voice was not entirely unfounded. It was no mystery that Pietro was one of the most devout members of the Crusade, especially when it came to purging the Sith. Despite such legitimate concerns, Pietro held no ill will to the young Zambrano, so long as he continued to walk in Ashla's Light. He gave a reassuring smile to the Grand Admiral, doing his best to put her worries to rest.

"Should Ashla will it, our journey will be met with little to no opposition, and we will both return to you whole."

A slight bow of the head followed, signifying more of the truth behind the cardinal's words. He did not bow to anyone, save the Ashla, but he had grown to respect the Grand Admiral, and felt it only right to provide her with a level of respect fit for her station. Soon after, Pietro turned to Eina, listening to her words has he mulled over their plans.

"Your support is most welcome, and since I will be accompanying Kahlil to this mysterious crater, I will be happy to leave my convoys within your care. Though the Empire and the Crusade have had their differences, I can think of no better person to oversee the distribution of goods. Your care for others is unparalleled, Lady Eina, and I would be happy to allow you to dictate the placement of the supplies."

Though there were many mysteries surrounding her, Pietro had grown to trust Eina. He did not know what to make of her, and yet, he knew that her words rang true. Such a being, so disconnected from this plane, could not have any ulterior motive. In some ways, she was one of the most trustworthy members of the Crusade.

Pietro turned his attention back to Kahlil, motioning to a pair of speeders near the tent.

"After you, Kahlil. I trust that your instincts will ring true, Ashla willing."

With those words, he made his own way to the speeders, hoping Kahlil would follow suit.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382°
Objective: Supervise relief efforts
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Tag(s): Isla Draellix-Kobitana | E Eric Vales | Kahlil Noble | Millia Brimarch | Trinity Harris | Pietro Demici | Heinrich Faust

[ Kingdom Come ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Suddenly they were also told two different tasks to her; she looked first at Isla and then at the Cardinal. She nodded gratefully at the man's words. Caring and protecting the weak was one of the cornerstones of the Valkyrja. They did the same in the Netherworld, it was no more natural for the woman to do the same in the Realspace. She smiled.

"Then please decide I should help the Admiral with the negotiations or the distribution of aids." she said kindly. "I will be happy to help in any of them. Yes, I have experience in diplomacy, although I have had to use this most of the time in the Netherworld, but I don’t think mortals… living beings would be as different from the residents of the Netherworld in this."

To her, they were mortal, yes, but that was not at all disrespect on her part or a pity. Eina really admired the creatures of Realspace because they were so very different from what she was used to. As for the current task or tasks, the Valkyrja would really have taken on either of the two. While perhaps the Parliamentary meeting seemed more difficult, it was more difficult for Eina to distribute the aid as she did not know exactly the needs of the mortals.

"I trust your judgment." she offered in the end.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Tags: Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Millia Brimarch, E Eric Vales

Heinrich continued to remain within the marauder encampment, awaiting for audience with this mysterious King Diega. While sitting in silence, he took a moment to survey what he could see of his surroundings. Though these raiders had been considered a threat by many, the appearance of their camp seemed rather ramshackle, pieced together only by sheer desperation and ingenuity. These raiders were a clever bunch, having found ways to repurpose almost everything left behind by the Sith. Despite this show of perseverance, Heinrich sensed an air of lingering sadness throughout the camp. His eyes narrowed as he reached out through the Force, attempting to ascertain what was behind the walls of the buildings around him. Deep within the camp, beyond the facade of strength from his captors, Heinrich could sense a sense of grief and loss...

It was becoming clear that these marauders weren't so different from the other locals that the Crusade had come here to help. They simply had their own methods of staying alive. There was no doubt that these raiders became such out of necessity, rather than greed. All the more reason to get an audience.

Eventually, the doors to the largest building opened, and out stepped an individual that Heinrich could only assume was Diega. His appearance was less imposing than Heinrich had previously anticipated. He was rather soft in demeanor, carrying a slight air of humility unsuitable for a warlord. Perhaps they could make a deal after all. Diega approached Heinrich, the two that had brought him to the camp close behind. He took a moment to size Heinrich up in silence, eyes eventually meeting as he finally spoke.

"So, you claim to be a Jedi, is that correct?"

He was well-spoken, compared to the others, and his words carried the countenance of a politician. Perhaps there was more to this warlord than met the eye.

"Well, not so much claim... I am a Jedi. I come as a representative of the Ashlan Crusade. We are a-"

"You are just another government looking to impose your will upon us."

This was going to be more difficult than he thought.

"We only seek to help your people. We are not like the Sith. Our goals are of the Light, and we are here to get the planet back to a more stabile place; to where it was before war, death, and the Dark Side."

Diega scoffed at the remark.

"What would a Jedi know of our struggles? The Jedi simply sat idly while we suffered at the hands of the Sith for years. YEARS. Where were you when we were enslaved? Where were you when our cities were broken, and our people starved? Do not feign sympathy for us now, Crusader. You are no different than any other opportunist."

Heinrich took a moment before forming a reply. It was true, many of the Jedi had struggled with fully applying themselves to the liberation of Sith Space. Many of them were too busy wrapped up in their own spheres of influence to apply their full attention to the Tingel Arm, and the people had suffered because of it.

"We are not like other Jedi. We are people of action, not words."

As the words left his lips, Heinrich could sense the approach of Millia Brimarch. The timing was so perfect, one could almost think it had been choreographed. Heinrich turned toward the gates as they begun to open, revealing Sister Brimarch and those that had escorted her to the encampment.

"Perhaps a show of good faith will help put your mind at ease, King Diega."

If they could show the truth of their intentions to these raiders, perhaps they could come to a peaceful conclusion.

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

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Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382° W
Objective: supervise relief efforts
Tags:
E Eric Vales
Kahlil Noble
Millia Brimarch
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Heinrich Faust
Pietro Demici

Isla took the lead and walked Eina L'lerim-Vandiir toward the awaiting shuttle, the Sisters of Ashla were just finishing loading up and saluted them as they approached. Four Praetorians marched up the ramp the the shuttle hatch, ducking down as they entered then awaiting commands silently along one wall of the shuttle.

She popped her head into the cockpit compartment and the crew snapped to attention. "At ease Sisters, just checking our time to destination?"

"Around an hour Admiral," came the response.

"Perfect, as you were Sisters"

She turned to Eina, walking her to the command section of the shuttle and taking her seat. She had a quick review of the man who had invited her. An older man, the prime minister of the Southern Government. His file listed him as something of an isolationist and he had protested about foreign powers coming to Reelin when they had only just shaken off the Sith. Isla had only spoken to him briefly when they first made landfall, a typical career politician in her eyes, but he seemed like he wished the best for his people.

Isla passed the pad to Eina to allow her to brief herself. "If you have any thoughts, Lady Eina, I would be interested to hear them." She took a breath, "I am also curious about yourself and your mother, particularly your mother from a political standpoint." She paused, trying to gauge the reaction from her colleague. "I am not trying to pry, and I would not wish to make you in any way uncomfortable, but Lady Ingrid is something of an enigma to me. She surrounds herself with persons from all sides and remains neutral, even managing to bring together those that normally hate each other."

Isla looked out at the desert as it sped past the window. "I suppose what I am after is a little insight for future dealings, trying find out what makes her tick?" The real burning question that bothered her, was how sympathetic Ingrid was to the Bogan and particularly the Sith, but to stray onto those topics would certainly be making this look more like an interrogation than an informal conversation.

"You are free to tell me if I am overstepping the boundaries of our relationship here, I am simply curious how to ensure we have success with an important ally"

She looked back out the window again as one of thenvrew brought her and Eina glasses of ice water.

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[Trinity Harris]

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Riding: Phantom
Accompanied by: Plushee Companion Droid
Wearing: Guarderma Bio-suit
Ship: Luminary class light explorer exchanging crew space for biolabs

Location: mangroves 700 miles north of the main landing site
Objective: investigate healthy flora in dead zone on behalf of Ashlan Crusade Scientists
Tags:
E Eric Vales
Kahlil Noble
Millia Brimarch
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Heinrich Faust Pietro Demici

The music made the miles sail by as Trinity flew low across the water on her phantom, the sky got darker and darker as she crossed. And the wind threatened to blow her off course. Her satellite navigation told her she was still going the right direction. Not long now until she would see the shore.

"Dr. Harris, we have analysed your sample transmission, congratulations, you have discovered a new species. We are tracking you over the sea, you will be out of comms shortly due to ionic interference in the clouds. Good luck and Ashla Speed" a message crackled through her headset as she road.

"I will bear that in mind and try to remain contact withing two hours. Thank you"

She replied as the signal on her comm disconnected. Ahead of her the opposite coast was coming in to view, she felt like she already had her answer, an eerie glow rose up from the trees and met the ominous sky that was beginning to show signs of a storm. The weather on this planet was so unpredictable.

She gunned her phantom for the last mile to shore and pulled up on a verge that sloped gently into the sea. Back to work she smiled as she waded into the new wetlands as the rain began to fall.

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[Pietro Demici]

Tags: Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Millia Brimarch, Kahlil Noble , Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , Trinity Harris , E Eric Vales

Pietro began relaying orders to Chaplain Panaka, laying out the situation to him as the transports began to depart. The Papal priests accompanying them were few in number, though more would be arriving at any moment. For now, the chaplain and the others would do what they could to work with the native Ruurians, acting as a buffer between them and the Ashlan elements present on the planet.

"Once the others are here, I will make sure they are sent to locations where their talents will be most useful. Where should we send the filtration systems, your imminence?"

Pietro eyed his holo, pondering where such systems could be put to use. The entire planet was starving, and many had fallen into illness due to malnutrition. Beyond the obvious, however, the people were experiencing other variations of sickness, though the source had yet to be determined.

"I'll mark several hot spots for you to deliver them to. They may not fix the problem, but we can at least maintain a more suitable environment for the afflicted."

He paused for a moment, eyeing the perceived location of the bandit outpost.

"In fact, send one of the units to these so-called marauders as well."

The chaplain responded with a puzzled look.

"Forgive me, your imminence, but would they not be more useful in the hands the people?"

"These bandits are people, are they not? Besides, showing a bit of good faith might go a long way."

Chaplain Panaka lowered his head in humility, holding a hand over his heart.

"Of course, my apologies. We will see it done."

Pietro offered a prayer before leaving the chaplain, heading towards the speeder as he readied himself for the journey to the crater. He looked back to Kahlil as he entered the speeder, signaling that he was ready to depart. Though they had been making progress with the locals, there were still mysteries to unravel upon the planet of Ruuria.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382°
Objective: Supervise relief efforts
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With:: Isla Draellix-Kobitana

[ Kingdom Come ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

She seemed to be going to the parliamentary meeting with the admiral. As she said goodbye, Eina nodded in the direction of Lord Demici, then followed her. They soon arrived at the shuttle. Because Eina was basically too tall, the wings took up a lot of space and it was not comfortable to sit with them in a chair with a backrest, so after a short concentration, the woman’s wings disappeared and she became smaller too. So now she could fit comfortably in the shuttle. There were benefits to having shape-shifting abilities.

She took the datapad from the other woman and she also quickly read what they could know about him. She had no comment yet, but she sensed that the woman wanted to talk about something else. After the big sigh, the woman raised an eyebrow and turned to Isla with interest. She chuckled a little at the woman's question. It seemed to her that the woman had not read the well-known information about her mother. But it is a fact that Eina's mother was also able to bring the last Sith Emperor and the former Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order into a joint alliance. Eina knew the woman because she came half from her soul, half from a Sith Lord. She smirked and chuckled and her eyes gleamed with amusement; yes, she inherited these from Lord Vandiir.

"My mother was an intelligence agent and a spy for a very long time. This is quite well known information. She had to learn how to treat people. That's why she is able to talk to anyone as an equal. What makes her tick? Duty, service. Everything she does is to serve the Eternal Empire and ensure the well-being of her people. For her, this is the first, the work and her duties. Like for me about Valkyrja, I inherited this from her." she explained.

She didn’t want to talk about the other things, they were too personal and almost no one knows about them.

"As ruler, she is straight and military. She never breaks her word and does not betray her allies, but I think you already know that through Lord Grayson, Admiral."

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

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Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382° W
Objective: supervise relief efforts
Tags:
E Eric Vales
Kahlil Noble
Millia Brimarch
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Heinrich Faust
Pietro Demici

Isla smiled and listened, of course Eina wasn't going to spill a whole load of personal secrets on her own mother, and most of the things she said were well known, the idea of her skirting the line between light siders and dark siders did make her uncomfortable, but her talent to balance so many different factors was something to be commended.

"Thank you, I have a lot of respect for your mother and hearing that those sorts of things drive her gives me the confidence that myself and her share some common ground." She briefly smiled at the last comment from Eina. "Lord Grayson is a great man, he is leading my people into a better future out of the shadow of the sith, but sometimes, I don't know if his judgement is sometimes clouded by his determination. He has a lot to gain from trusting the Empress, so it is good to hear from another, despite the risk of familial bias, that she is an honorable woman." This was nothing that she had not discussed directly with their leader, so she felt no betrayal in voicing her mild reservations since Korriban, but she felt she needed to add something else. "My personal attaché here is sworn to keep secret any words we speak, but I would appreciate your own discretion, in front of the troops about what I have said." There was no need for the troops to widely know that their admiral was not blindly faithful to her own commander.

There was something about Eina that put her at ease, and that in itself made her uneasy. She was trained to resist mind affecting force powers, but she felt comfortable around this creature, and felt that she could trust her, but she couldn't put her finger on why.

Looking out the window, Isla could see the edge of the desert approaching fast, the greens on this side of the desert more lush and the sky was a clearer blue, although even here, she knew that microscopic ash particles high in the atmosphere were affecting the weather in subtle ways. The capital was near the border, so it would only be a short time before they arrived and would be greeted by either warm welcome or protests, depending on the personal views of the person that invited them. Isla disliked politics, but this mission was here idea and her responsibility. If she couldn't get the southerners on side, she could at least try to persuade them to support their work long enough for them to achieve their goals. The wide desert meant there was a big divide between the north and south peoples, but their cultures were largely the same, and many people had families that lived on the other side.

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[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382°
Objective: Supervise relief efforts
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With:: Isla Draellix-Kobitana

[ Kingdom Come ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Eina was also among those who were not bothered by who was on which side in the Force. The woman also used both Light Side and Dark Side capabilities. Members of the Valkyrja also included persons from all aspects of the Force; although the majority was simply neutral. She smiled and nodded to Isla.

"Yes, that's right, I wouldn't be very capable of anything else. That is why I raised and taught the other Valkyrjas so that the protection of the weak is paramount. That is why we accompany souls to the afterlife, we help them. The Sanctuary and our other villages all over the Netherworld accommodate those in need, protecting those who need it." she explained honestly, with a smile.

It was one of the things she did not understand in mortals' judgment. That they are judging because of things they have heard, or because someone is in a relationship with someone. Already in advance, just because they heard that. This was difficult for him to understand. Perhaps this was one of the traits that made it very clear that Valkyrja was not human.

"You think of Adrian's and my father, don't you? About Lord Vandiir, the late Darth Prospero. " she said the obvious. " If that bothers you, House Terrasi never supported him, and my father didn’t use their names. The House Terrasi has always been independent. And marriage was basically political, it was only incidental what was my father's position in the Sith Empire and that they loved each other. Politics."

Eina nodded at the woman's words, secrets. Guarding them went very well for her. Both parents were professional in this, she inherited this.

"As a matter of fact, I’m a pretty discreet person and I don’t usually say anything to others. This is helped by the fact that Valkyrja’s form of communication is telepathy, not actual speech. But I try to build Lord Grayson's reputation among the knights and sisters." she promised with a kind smile.

Eventually, however, she frowned.

"I heard a horrible thing about Lord Grayson from the dead about what happened at Csilla. I hope they are wrong… I can ask you if this is true? I hope it’s a lie because I know him as a decent man and I feel this is only a slander. Telepathically, I want to stay discreet, Grand Admiral." she said.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Tags: Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Millia Brimarch, E Eric Vales

Diega's head turned, carefully watching Sister Brimarch as she started for the area where the sick were kept. No doubt the bandit warlord had his suspicions, though they weren't voiced.

"Untie the Jedi."

The brute that had been berating Heinrich since his capture appeared entirely taken aback by the statement.

"But... he's our prisoner!"

Diega shot a glare of frustration to the man.

"Not anymore."

The words were laced with a cold threatening tone, causing the man to rush to Heinrich. As the cuffs came off, Heinrich gave him a smirk. He wouldn't bother insulting the man further; his own stupidity and brashness had already done the job for the Crusader. Instead, he simply rose to his feet, offering Diega a proper bow of respect.

"My thanks, King Diega. Since I am now a guest, would you allow me time to discuss the future with you?"

Another guarded look from Diega followed.

"Perhaps. Follow me, Jedi."

Diega turned, starting for what seemed to be the largest structure within the camp. Heinrich followed close behind, taking the moment to brush the dust and sand from his clothes. As they entered what appeared to be a makeshift great hall, Diega took a seat upon a strange chair; a throne made of scrap metal. Heinrich took a seat nearby, sitting opposite of the man at a large durasteel table.

"So, you claim that you and your fellow Crusaders are here to help. Tell me, what makes you so different from our former masters? Why should we bow before you, when bowing has only continued to bring sorrow to this planet?"

"We seek to help those that need it. We only ask you to join the fold so that we may better work together to make the conditions here better, and to protect each other should the Sith return. My people have taken it upon themselves to bring supplies and food to the planet. We are also seeking an answer to the illness that has befallen your people. We come here as healers, not conquerors."

Diega's face continued showing the ceaseless look of mistrust as Heinrich spoke.

"And why would you feel the need to extend such a hand to us? What could possibly behoove you to help such a desolate and troubled place?"

Heinrich's hand instinctively reached for his Ashlan rosary, running his thumb along the chain as he leaned toward the man.

"We follow the will of the Ashla. It is through her Light that we bring the peace, and through her warm embrace that we seek to heal the galaxy."

Diega tilted his head, eyeing the rosary with a slight air of curiosity.

"This Ashla is your god?"

"Ashla is not ours to claim. She is the Light itself, the embodiment of goodness within the hearts of men, and is the true manifestation of the Force."

The look of suspicion was finally fading from Diega's face, and he leaned in toward Heinrich, taking a moment to think on the Crusader's words.

"I would like to hear more of this Ashla."

It seemed like this trip was going to pay off after all.

 

[Trinity Harris]

Spoiler: Equipment and links

Riding: Phantom
Accompanied by: Plushee Companion Droid
Wearing: Guarderma Bio-suit
Ship: Luminary class light explorer exchanging crew space for biolabs

Location: sealine 1100 miles northeast of the main landing site
Objective: investigate healthy flora in dead zone on behalf of Ashlan Crusade Scientists
Tags:
E Eric Vales
Kahlil Noble
Millia Brimarch
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Heinrich Faust Pietro Demici

"Site two" Trinity spoke into her plushee droid "exhibiting similar patterns to site one but more established. Determine no differences to this site but anticipate that this colony is older. Frequency range of light appears to be similar to first site despite difference in native flora. More predator creatures here including species of slug that appears to be feeding on the lichen. Minor glow effect observed on slugs, but no ill effects seen so far. Suggest lichen maybe transplantable into other ecosystems without significant detrement."

She scooped up two of the slugs into a specified jar and attached them to her bike, they looked like any other slugs, but a light glow emitted from their digestive tract, now visible running down the length of the creature's body. She would need to study them further to be sure whether the lichen was negatively affecting them, but it it wasn't, it opened up several avenues of study.

The rain was hammering down now and where it hit her exposed skin it stung lightly. She tested the pH of the rain, fairly acidic as with the rest of the planet. She pulled her hood up and put goggles on, the rain would only be a danger of it was to get in her eyes.

Trinity now believed she had all of the answers she needed. She would need to head back south to the Ashlan camp where her ship was landed, once back out of the storm she may even radio for them to meet her half way depending on the ash covering. She had been very cautious whether to fly in the ash, but to be honest her ship could probably cope with it, and the bad weather was making her think the risk was worth a shot.

Getting back on her phantom, she gunned the engine and started heading back the way she came.



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[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

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Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382° W
Objective: supervise relief efforts
Tags:
E Eric Vales
Kahlil Noble
Millia Brimarch
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Heinrich Faust
Pietro Demici

"Thank you for your discretion." Isla thought for a moment about what Eina had said about her family. "Obviously your paternal lineage is something that had crossed my mind, but more as a curiosity than a concern. I hope that I have made it clear with my dealing with Kahlil Noble that I choose to judge a person by their own actions. And to me there is something to be said for the strength of a person who writes their own story." Eina had truly given her no reason to doubt her, and although Isla felt in her heart that access to the dark side was a terrible and destructive tool, so was access to ships armed with enough firepower to glass a planet.

She was very curious about the details of what she had heard of Cedric, the man was difficult to predict some times and she had heard stories herself, mostly from before her time with the Crusade, and not all of them were positive.

"Lord Grayson tends to keep his own council on such things, so I am probably no clearer on the true story than you are. But I feel like I know what you are talking about. My understanding is that on Csilla he had the opportunity to defeat the Lord of the Maw, but spared him in order to defeat what he saw at the time as the greater evil of Lord Carnifex. As I said I am not privy to the full details, in my opinion based on purely speculation, and the subsequent actions of the Maw, if true, it was a grave mistake." She had to tread carefully with her words her, if it was true, maybe many lives could have been spared from subsequent Maw invasions. But to suggest that would be a terrible charge on Lord Grayson, when she herself did not know the whole story.

She saw the ground coming toward them and thought she had better change the subject before they were joined by their armed escorts to get ready to leave, they would only have a few minutes and be bundled off to go and be diplomats.

"Do you like it here? In the, I don't know how to describe it, I'd call it the real world, but to you the nether is the real world. I'm not going to lie, from what I heard about the Nether having never set foot there, it doesn't sound like a pleasant place." She laughed at herself and smiled, what next, maybe she should ask Eina about the weather these days.
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[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382°
Objective: Supervise relief efforts
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With:: Isla Draellix-Kobitana

[ Kingdom Come ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"Yes, but Mr. Zambrano's case is different, he is a biological child. I am not, I was born of the souls of Lord Vandiir and Lady L'lerim, the energy of their desires. That is, I was created, already as an adult, with full-grown consciousness. Even if these energies were clean and free of the Dark Side. I fully understand your potential concerns, Admiral." she smiled.

Fortunately, she was able to stay on the neutral side very easily, even if she used Dark Side abilities. But because of its character and nature, it was closer to the Light Side; and true she was able to control her emotions at least as well as her mother. Eina listened intently through Isla's explanation. She didn’t want to judge, even if it happened in such a way as the ghosts said, everyone could make a mistake. What she knew about the man she knew he did not do this with malicious intent. But he wanted good.

"Like I said, I also knew him as a decent man and it’s hard to believe. I do not judge him and I still trust his decisions. I think he just wanted good for everyone. And if it is true… everyone had bad decisions in their life and everyone could be condemned because of their actions." she said genuinely with a kind smile.

She did not say this only for reassurance, she really thought so. Eina chuckled a little, gloomier for a moment as Geiseric came to her mind. The Valkyrja hadn't heard anything from the man in months, but in the end, though, she smiled.

"Realspace. Even the mortals… I'm sorry, please forgive me, the living call it that. It’s interesting and I like it, although it’s not much different from Netherworld. Living things are different. Sometimes I don’t really understand some things. We the Valkyrja communicate telepathically, with thoughts and feelings. We almost always tell or convey what we feel, that we think, no secret. The mortals often say something other than what their body language reveals or their thoughts. Strange… Social habits too, choice of partner, romance, romantic situation, love. There are many things to learn here." she explained. "The Ashlan Crusade' men were in the Oblivion when we met first, this was Omni territory. Netherworld is the size of the Galaxy. With countless species, different places, worlds. It includes not only Dark Side areas, but also Light Side areas."

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

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Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382° W
Objective: supervise relief efforts
Tags:
E Eric Vales
Kahlil Noble
Millia Brimarch
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
Heinrich Faust
Pietro Demici

The shuttle landed with a thud not far from the parliament building and two Sisters came to collect the women for the event, Isla nodded to Eina, "I will bear everything you said in mind, thank you." looked out the window and saw the crowds,

She read aloud..
"Reelin for the Reeli"
"Go home Ashla"
"Force worshippers off Reelin"

"Looks like we have a warm welcome to enjoy Lady Eina, I hope you are feeling in a popular mood"

She cursed her luck that this sort of thing was inevitably part of her role as a minister, oh well, no time like the present. She straightened her outfit, slightly ruffled from the flight and walked to to external hatch. As it opened, the sunlight caught her almost off guard, the last few days stuck under the ash cloud had gotten her used to the gloom.

"My ladies and Gentleman of Reelin, I am Minister Isla Draellix of the Ashlan Crusade" she was met with a mixture I boos, jeers, but some cheers mixed in. At least not everyone was here to hate them. "We come as guests of the Northern Government to aid you in your hour of need. We are bringing supplies, scientific assistance and medical provisions. We wish to stay no longer than is necessary and promise your planet will remain your in your own hands." There were a few more cheers to that last comments, but a chant of 'go home, go home' had started.

She started down the ramp and invited Eina to follow her. Ahead on the steps of the Parliament building she could see a group of men waving to the crowds, these were the politicians. She recognised the man in the centre of the group as the person that had invited her, he was gently swaying his hand in the air to the crowd but stared at her intently, in some ways he reminded her of Pietro Demici.

"That is our man, the look he is giving makes me think he in on the side of the boos, not the cheers today."
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[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Eina L’lerim-Vandiir, the First
Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary; Liaison of the Fjölkyngi Smiðr Guild​

Location: Reelin surface 32.5149° N 117.0382°
Objective: Supervise relief efforts
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Writing With:: Isla Draellix-Kobitana

[ Kingdom Come ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

After they landed, they were greeted by a rather unpleasant atmosphere. This was not unknown to her, she also encountered it many times at Netherworld. After Isla introduced herself she should have done the same, but Eina was embarrassed. She never liked to mention her own ranks, her title. At this point, she was just like her mother.

~ What name or rank should I introduce myself to? I don’t know what rank or title I am helping Ashlan Crusade with. It has never been mentioned before… ~ she asked Isla in confusion.

She doubted that anyone knew what Valkyrja was. Not many knew; since not many are used to walking in the Nether. And to the best of her knowledge, no one else from her people acted like her. Perhaps the Eternal Empire is the best, as the locals may have known the names of the woman’s parents.

"I am Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir of the Eternal Empire." she introduced herself.

Eina followed Isla, nodding at the woman's words.

"Conquering or rescuing states often forget so many people loved their old lives and see the new lords of the planet not as saviours but as conquerors. …" she said softly.