Dominion Do or Donadus, There Is No Try | GA Dominion of Donadus

[Spirit of Prosperity]

Donadus
The Inner Rim
A Second Great Hyperspace War Story

The Galactic Alliance finds itself pulled in all directions. The Second Great Hyperspace War draws the gaze of the Alliance to the western borders, where previously forgotten worlds are fortified against Brotherhood incursion. To the north, a brewing cold war with the New Imperial Order is ready to boil over at any moment. To the east, new governments are seeking to make their mark on the galactic map with the Alliance at their side. And caught in the middle is the New Jedi Order, working to define their new relationship with the Alliance while investigating hidden threats against their ancestral home.

From its position at the literal and figurative heart of the galaxy, can the Alliance maintain the fragile balance of order, or will the galaxy descend further into total war?

Objective I: Rebel Dawn

Officially, the Galactic Alliance Defense Force and Strategic Intelligence Agency, including the highly unorthodox Task Force Xesh, have convened on the forgotten world of Donadus for a joint training exercise. Unofficially, the exercise serves as the perfect opportunity for the enigmatic head of the SIA to recruit fighters willing to get their hands dirty and bend the rules to uphold the ideals of the Alliance. Demonstrate to Director IVI that you have what it takes to fight her secret war.


Objective II: The Beskar Entente

The who’s who of the Galactic Alliance gather for a gala event in the Diplomatic Quarter to celebrate the signing of a defensive treaty between the Alliance and the Mandalorian Enclave. Mingle with the Mandalorians, engage in party politics, or look for your next campaign donor.


Objective III: Precipice

Guided by a powerful disturbance in the Force, the New Jedi Order board Prosperity and chart a course to the holy world. Join with the Seers to peer through the veils of the Force to understand what threatens Tython, or gather to discuss the Senate’s new Common Soldier Act and what it means for the NJO.


BYOO

Whether on Donadus, neighbouring Mindaball or anywhere else in the Galaxy, there are a million tales to tell.
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[Jax Thio]

Location: Prosperity
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain, Eye Patch
Tag: Open to anyone!

Jax Thio leaned against the wall wondering still trying to get used to seeing with one eye. It was one thing to lose an arm, you can easily replace with prosthetic but to lose an eye? That's a whole different ball game for one, flash cloning eyes are very expensive and your entire body gets thrown off once you're blind. The Living Force does practice to rely on instinct, for years Jax thought he was doing just that putting his trust in the Force and fighting in the now. It was until that he lost his eye that Jax fully realized that he didn't fully grasp that lesson. He didn't put enough trust into the Force to guide him. Now here was trying to relearn the lesson that he should've learned years ago. Give in fully to the Force and trust it and that starts with training his entire body to adjust to his limited vision.

He found himself in the Prosperity with the entire ship heading to Typhon. There was a massive disturbance in the Force and a group of Jedi were sent to investigate. Jax joined to see what was going on as well, though part of him felt tempted to talk about the new bill that the Senate had proposed basically creating militias. He was a bit wary of those kinds of bills considering the tense relationship between the Senate and the NJO. What if they decide that they don't need the NJO anymore?

"Fracking politics," Jax sighed still leaning against the wall. "You hate them but you can't move on without them."

 

[Runi Kuryida]

Objective II: The Beskar Entente

:: Diplomatic Quarter​

Rank may have its privileges, but only to balance what you had to deal with as a result of that rank. In Runi's case, as Speaker of the Mandokarla, she attended diplomatic functions to ensure the needs of the Many were met; this -- Manda willing -- allowed all other of her Order to occupy themselves with the people they desired to help rather than to entertain the bureaucrats. Most lamented the rigors of such functions in how fake the smiles and insincere the chatter was, but few did so more than a Mandalorian. Yes, it was a form of combat with words and temperament rather than blasters, and yes, it was a way to strengthen one mentally; but Manda forgive them none of it meant they had to enjoy it.

Lamentations aside, Runi moved through the hall set aside for the gathering. Her hazel eyes slid over those in attendance curious if a genuine personage would be present. Perhaps someone less inclined toward pretending to care for the Mandalorians, and one that actually had an interest in them as a people rather than a tool. For the manipulators and exploiters there would no doubt be some legitimate work that could be siphoned from them, but such was not Runi's concern. No, people that might have their well-being in mind or an eye on the future occupied the Circle the Shaman sought.

As they were all 'friends' here -- it was not a battlefield, at any rate -- Runi had opted to not wear her helmet. It was easier to engage people when you approached them as an individual rather than a faceless collective. It was when a Mandalorian refused to show their face that you should be concerned; as they suspected battle might break out at any moment or that surmised alliances may not be as solidified as believed.

A slight nod, a small smile, Runi accepted the polite introductions as she moved through the crowd in her search for company. This entire affair was if nothing else a beginning; and that was all either party could hope to accomplish. From a beginning would follow growth or stagnation. Runi had hopes for the former. While Mandalorians were accustomed to be self-reliant, it would do no harm to have allies throughout the galaxy. As with all things in life there was a balance and isolation bred disaster.

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[Faith Organa]

Objective II: The Beskar Entente
Location: Alderaan Embassy

Becca moved around to look at Faith, "you should be happy today, there's a treaty between the Mandalorians and the Alliance" It was true Faith knew she should be happy.

"I know. I asked Maeve to take the supplies and she did. But it opened up an old wound for her. Tia isn't happy with me. So this treaty is bittersweet."

Becca wasn't sure that Faith was telling her the truth. "What did you do on Hefi"

Faith shook her head, "not as much as i should have. There was an opportunity but..."

"You can still go.."

Faith laughed shaking her head, "yes I know. But I'd want to go as Faith not was Senator Organa, or Queen Faith....just Faith. "

Becca was determined to try and lift the dour mood that Faith seemed to be swimming in. "So make a trip there...as Faith."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. I need to finish getting ready and go to the Gala." There done over...keep your head up Faith whispered to herself. Agriculture and medicine. Sometimes getting the right people in place took more energy than any of them had.

But still.

No one really would know why she felt this way.

Another sign said she was getting old.

 

[Osarla Ridor]

I: REBEL DAWN | CAPTAIN OF TORTUGA COMPANY
DONADUS | DISCREET TRAINING LOCATION
Time: 0800hrs
Weather: Clear Skies, Sunny
Temperature: 20°C / 68°F

Osarla grunted away the peculiarity that hung about the training. It was much changed since the Stygian Campaign, where she'd see more of her Jedi brethren in the numbers collected. Here, they were sparse. And she was once again reminded of the division after Coruscant.

But looking at the collection of soldiers within her company, their loyalty, how could she have chosen anything else?

"Says here," Bug spoke up, reading through the objectives and elbowing his captain next to him. "In this report, that there's a compound within the pirate's holding."

"Not real pirates..?"

"Not real pirates." Bug confirmed, and continued smoothly despite the interruption. "And we're playing the role of the local militia while those guys," he pointed his chin at a collection of recruits assembled for the training exercise. "Help us get into the compound, undetected, and take it over."

"Local militia, hm?" Osarla repeated, "I suppose that gives us an advantage in knowing how the terrain works. Local benefit."

"Right. We're supposed to trade information."

"While moving toward the compound."

"That's what it says."

As foresight suggested, this exercise was focused on two things.

One — a soldier's ability to adapt and train.
Two — a soldier's willingness to become a deniable asset.

And it made something in Osarla's gut shift.

"This reminds me of Yinchorr.." She admitted when the technical representative of her team gave a quizzical knot of his eyebrows in her direction. To further her point, she tapped the armoured plating that covered her muscles. Normally, it would proudly promote the Starbird. Here, it was unmarked and dusty.

"And Krayiss." Reported offered.

"And Krayiss." Osarla agreed, and finished buckling into her unmarked armour.

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ALLIES | GADF | SIA | O P E N

 

[IVI]

THE DIRECTOR
B Y O O
CORUSCANT | SIA HEADQUARTERS | M'S OFFICE
Allyson Locke | CLOSED

"I'm sure you saw everything go down with the Jedi, and with me sitting here, you know that I won't be relinquishing my position within the SIA. I do think we need to keep my exploits classified and away from any prying eyes of the New Jedi Order."
"I scratch your back, you scratch mine."

M's ruby gaze remained pleasantly interested in the agent across the desk from her. Malty, briny, infused with this and that — the appreciation for whiskey was one of the few things that evaded her. For all the vices that typically plagued those in her industries, the appeal of alcohol evaded her entirely.

Instead, she took a seat and sipped from her glass of blue milk.

"I did." She confirmed, set the glass back on the desk, and gave a wave of her hand over where a keyboard should have been visible. A proclamation evidenced, a scrawl of words that set the standard for performance in the wake of uncertainty. "Your fellow councillors aren't subtle about it.

But they're also confused. The discretion of your continued work for the SIA won't be difficult."

"Anyways, why the change in the baseline? You only do that when something is bothering you, yes?"

Her smile was mirthless and didn't fully reach her eyes.

"Yes."

The baseline had been instilled into the undercover agent's program to measure loyalty and agent effectiveness. For agents such as Locke, who used her heart as often as her hands and head, it was paramount to maintain a monitor on her loyalties. With the New Jedi Order, and the Confederacy vying for parts of her attention, M had adjusted the script to communicate her wariness with the agent.

"Our allies and enemies are becoming bothersome all at once," M admitted, giving a final gesture to the scrawl of words before they disappeared into the nothing that had been there before. "The Senate has inadvertently made The Alliance's democracy appear weak, and kickstarted the Second Hreat Hyperspace war. One that's a tangle of infighting. The Brotherhood is the obvious enemy, of course, but they're not the only ones.

Our strongest allies, our most irritating allies," which was which remained unclear, "Have put as at arm's length."

A blue finger traced the rim of her glass, and she tapped it once. "This is one move of many more to come. Many more sinister, I predict. Such is the nature of Imperials. They think they can control constantly.

Which opens up room for dissent and mistrust.

But know what they say: Dissent develops democracy. I intend to capitalize on that. Remind those who think The Alliance's democratic approach is weak and feeble, at the mistake of the Senate, that their judgement is premature and frankly...

wrong."

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[Alban Roble]

E X E C U T I V E

Objective: Business
Tag: Aerarii Tithe | Runi Kuryida | Faith Organa | OPEN

Despite the quite visible scars from the surprise attack by the barbarous Brotherhood of the Maw, Coruscant was still a wondrous sight to behold. Alban Roble was no stranger to ecumenopolises; the city-planet of Fondor was the homeworld of the corporate executive, nearly synonymous with his identity. But though they both were covered with cities, Fondor and Coruscant could not be more different. Fondor was at its heart an industrial world, a world that boasted of its starshipwrights and economic output. Coruscant was a world of grand spectacle and extravagance, having benefitted from being the heart of the galaxy for most of known galactic civilization.

Now, Alban was stepping on that heart for the first time. Roble Manufacturing had for centuries been a small-scale luxury starshipwright company operating out of Fondor; but now it was the most prominent corporation on the planet with locations and subsidies that galaxy-wide, thanks to Alban's ingenuity in developing products as well as his business savvy. For years a central source of revenue had been the company's partnership with the Confederacy of Independent Systems; but in a surprise bureaucratic arrangement, Fondor, sector capital of the Bassadro Sector, had been spit on when the Bassadro sector had been absorbed into the Yesmireen sector with its seat of administration moved to Yesmireen. In fact, the entire Bassadro Sector had been gutted. Military officials that Alban had worked with closely -- Minister Kiff Brayde, High Marshal Verin Oldo, to name a few -- had resigned in the wake of the Rhand disaster. Their replacements were, in his opinion, lesser men and women who had made no short time in manuevering their own subpar companies in to supplant Fondor's supremacy.

The writing had been on the wall. Fondor's Viceroy was the executive of a small corporation that had no interest in ensuring Roble Manufacturing's success. Alban had terminated all existing Confederate production as a means of protest, but he had not been surprised when no attempt to make amends had come from Naboo. Roble Manufacturing was well diversified as a source of starship components for many corporations across the galaxy, and its subsidiary companies turned quite a significant profit as well. Alban had no qualms about weathering this storm, but lower profits had sent nervous shocks across the executive board.

Ultimately Alban agreed that one thing was needed: Roble Manufacturing would have to expand its territory to source new customers. And what better customer than their interstellar neighbor, the Galactic Alliance?

Roble arrived to the gala in all the finest livery of a business executive. He arrived in the latest line of Roble Manufacturing's luxury vehicles, sporting a hand-tailored Fondor suit with a matching overcoat. The event tonight was to celebrate a recently-signed defense treaty between the Alliance and the Mandalorian Enclave, a government that Roble was familiar with from business dealings. The mood may have been celebration, but for Alban, his mind was focused solely on business. There were rumors that the Chancellor himself would be attending tonights gala, and if those rumors were true, then Alban had the chance to secure a lucrative audience that would expand Roble's market far beyond the current boundaries it held.
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[Saul Colsan]

Saul took one last glance at his Cigarette pack before hiding it deep within his camouflage uniform. After the disaster with Agent Allyson Locke scolding him over littering and the fact that he's still in hot water for taking matters in his own hands in regards to the Collector, Saul needed to be a little more cautious. It was pretty ridiculous though, Saul pretty sure none of the agents he worked with knew what it was like to taste a good Cigarette in the morning. It's almost Heaven. Saul waited in the compound for about an hour now seeing what kind of training he would undergo. From what Saul understood it was a joint exercise with a GADF group called: Task Force Xesh. Saul heard some wild rumors about them, it'll be interesting to see what they were capable of.

Being an SIA agent, Saul knew what it meant to bend the rules to protect the Alliance. Though in the SIA's case, they often liked to break the rules and pin the blame on someone else while the GA and SIA can be covered in the guise of plausible deniability. Saul has been working black op missions for years. His files were practically covered in black ink and Saul was sure that if worse comes to worse than the SIA would have enough incriminating evidence that would put Saul away until he was a corpse. No doubt if Saul kept messing around, the SIA would leak a mission or two he did in the past. He was surprised that it didn't happened yet maybe it was the threat of doing so or the imagined threat. Either way, Saul needed to be on his behavior for this.

"What's taking so long?" he muttered to himself almost tempted to reach into his Cigarette pack.

Osarla Ridor , IVI

 

[The Human]

Hill Area, Overlook​

Equipment: Force Armor and Mask, Kusak Heavy Blaster Pistol, X8-H "Endgame" Elite Disruptor Rifle, Lightsabers (x) (x), Camouflage Netting (Personal Location), Small Sensor Jammer, Electrobinoculars, small thermal bedroll and a folding chair.
Starship: TIE Phantom (Restored, Camouflage Netting with Sensor Jammer)

Forcing ones self back onto the field after a mere month of healing and rehabilitation after his near fatal incident during the Vinesworn Rebellion would put anyone off from action. Dalos however, did not believe to be out for very long and when given a mission, he always carried out his duties to the letter, no matter how dangerous, suicidal or damning it could be. Having arrived three days previously, he had hiked over six miles on foot and finally stopped over what his intelligence said would be a mere training operation with the militia. Given how treaties and so forth was being signed, dignitaries from afar, anything to disrupt politics could be a considerable win in the hands of the Brotherhood of the Maw. Causing a small incident in a mere training exercise was something that could be...disastrous.

His missions goal was very simple, eliminate three officers of any rank or file. Did not matter how it is done nor if he gone over, but the militia was top priority out of all targets when choosing. Considering he was almost two miles out from just their starting areas, it was already hard to even see from this far without a set of eyeballs looking out. Being such a simple training mission, he did not expect any real heavy resistance as his electrobinoculars looked out towards the candidates already on the ground while sitting in a chair, covered in the netting.

To everyone looking, he looked like an oversized rock but the closer someone got, the closer someone realized something was off about this rock being this shade of brown. Looking towards the crowd, his eyes glanced around a few of the soldiers but one in particular caught his eyes due to the strangeness of the situation. A bandana wearing man in camouflage suit, not knowing the name of the trained Saul Colsan , Dalos made a key note in his mind to watch his progress from afar though given his uniform, was not a target desired but made him wonder what kind of person is sent out there like that.

Glancing a bit more around, having been an hour since he glanced at the field of battle, his jaw nearly dropped as he started to see robes. The type of robes he learned not to underestimate, ones that nearly got him killed on Epoch. Jedi. Jedi might as well be Dalos main weakness so far, having only been able to kill one so far, mostly by long term planning and trickery. He was not fully trained in the Force to the point he may not be able to survive another confrontation head to head unless he had a head start. Breathing out, he made note of them all, including Osarla Ridor whom he did not know.

Putting down the Electrobinoculars, he went over towards his cot and opened the case containing the disruptor rifle, a rather quick, efficient killing rifle that eliminated traces of the body if done right. Assembling it with having three power packs for it, he sat in his chair and started to check over each part before putting it on. There was no room for error and that meant the mission changed a bit...he was only told to kill three officers, it did not mean they had to be found out. Now the goal was to kill those without getting caught for if anyone smelled foul play to soon, it would bring a messy confrontation and possibly his own end. Let them do the investigating afterwards, he is only following orders...he only hoped that he can enjoy this new face he has gotten before having it ruined once again.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

THE BESKAR ENTENTE
DIPLOMATIC QUARTER // CORUSCANT

Runi Kuryida | Faith Organa | Alban Roble

“…just one more.”

Aerarii Tithe grimaced as the holoreporters insisted on capturing a few last images for their pan-galactic audiences. But for the sake of the citizenry - in particular, the ones who would be voting in the next election cycle - he put on his well-practised smile as he held a handshake with a Mandalorian ambassador, the signature to the defensive treaty which was strategically placed on the table between them. Or rather, a facsimile of the treaty - the real one had been signed days ago and was stored in the Department of State secure vault.

With formalities over, the Chancellor rose from his chair and again thanked the Mandalorian dignitary. The agreement bound the two nations together in a common bond to defend one another in times of war. With the Brotherhood of the Maw continuing to assail Alliance borders and relationships cooling with the New Imperial War, the prospect of peace had all but faded. He much preferred to have the Mandalorians in his corner when the shooting started.

“Hardly a profitable undertaking,” explained Rieki as she offered Tithe a drink. “Though the promise of stability will bump the markets.” Astute, blunt, and as cutthroat as ever. “Matters of state are an unfortunate necessity,” he countered. Even as the accidental Chancellor - he’d much preferred working in the shadows afforded by the deputy role - he recognised the importance of steering the Alliance through its current turmoil. He had too much invested not to.

The glitzy ballroom was filled with familiar faces from across the Alliance and the galaxy. Importantly, many of them had deep pockets. Election campaigns did not fund themselves.

“Ahh yes, Director Roble,” he explained as he approached the CEO of Roble Manufacturing. “How tremendous to see you this evening. Now I must say, it has been far, far too long since I last saw you in the Core. Why, it must be…” Tithe snapped his fingers as he tried to jog his memory. “Never mind, it’ll come to me. But yes, how are things to the south?”

Spoiler: Senators

Sssar Taszzn | Seto Du Couteau | Jak Ross | Shoma Ike | Nayeïr Orega | Eboi Seth | Dracken Pryce | Mirana Praji | Donavon Arturo | "Tiresh Kobitana” Kalie Alverez Kalie Alverez | Elizie Athacorr | Grand Moff Vel'alari | Ishani Dinn | Dominique Vexx | Auteme

 

[Aiko Hayata]

T H E_T I G E R
Aiko Hayata|CORUSCANT|Business
Tags: Aerarii Tithe Faith Organa Runi Kuryida

MUSIC

Social gatherings were the bread and butter of high Coruscanti society, where deals were carved out, and partnerships were made among the wining and dining in the city skyline. Though Aiko was no stranger to it all, she'd made an art form out of attending such functions and expanding her own business dealings and friendships. The convenience of such events always brought out the galaxies most rich and corrupt, all in one fancy suite for a few hours.

Flanked by several bodyguards and acquaintances, the CEO of Hayata made her own spectacular entrance, swarmed by the holonet media and journalists who snapped photos of the enigmatic Atrisian and begged to ask questions about her rumoured links to organised crime, business and all swathes of questions asked about Hayata on the holonet.

"Miss Hayata! is it true that your family are members of the feared Sekiko Kaibatsu?"

"No no...It is slander made on behalf of jealous people who wish to tarnish the Hayata brand."

Another journalist came in front, poking a microphone in front of the woman as Aiko's bodyguards moved to turn him away.

"Hayata! do you have any opinion on the arms industry and the worries some people have with it's implications for conflict in the outer rim."

"I think the demand is a natural consequence of the times we live in, when there is demand to be made, it will be met, it is business and business alone," she replied with a smile, waving him away while her and the rest of her bodyguards entered the quarter.​

 

[Lyrrin]

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Objective 1: Rebel Dawn
Tags: Saul Colsan Osarla Ridor | Open​

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Lyrrin, who was dressed in black baggy pants and matching shawl around his shoulders, exited a long tent which had been erected as part of a temporary barracks complex. Behind him two masked Strategic Intelligence Agency agents held up a limp Mirialan who had a brusied eye and a busted limp "Take her to the clinic." he said casually to the other agents who gave a stiff nod "Yes sir." they both responded before dragging the woman to a nearby tent that held the universal medical insignia on each face.

The Farghul went the opposite direction to an unmarked tent and pushed past the loose flap. In front of him were several individuals moving around the interior of the tent "Excuse me, pardon." he said as he snaked his way through the cramped quarters until he reached a white protocol droid with the SIA 'eye' emblem on the left side of its chest "State credentials." it stated with apathy "Agent Lyrrin, IRE Proctor." Lyrrin replied while holding up his left wrist up to the droid. At that time the droid's right hand opened and a thin needle shot forward and pricked Lyrrin in his exposed wrist causing him to wince "Processing." it beeped "Access granted. How may I be of service Proctor?" Lyrrin withdrew his wrist and rubbed a few times. He had been stuck with that damn DNA registry needle a dozen times at the very least today "Reporting that Trooper Besh 17 group Blue has passed her Interrogation Resilience Exam."

"Very well, Proctor, I have recorded that Trooper Besh 17 group Blue has passed IRE. Reassigning designation Trooper Aurek 9 group Red." Lyrrin turned away from the droid at that point as the additional information was not his concern "That'll be all, thanks." he walked through the tent and put his hands on his hips as the twisted side to side, stretching his back. Lyrrin pulled up his holocomm and tried to get ahold of one of the others he had been expecting.

 

[Sssar Taszzn]

The Beskar Entente
Tags: Aerarii Tithe Faith Organa Runi Kuryida Aiko Hayata Alban Roble ​

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Sssar lounged in a pile of rough, purple, coils as one of his Abiding Precept Constabulary members stood on either side of him. They were unarmed in this setting and officially their only purpose was to assist the Senator in his affairs. As Sssar was a Filithar and thus without hands they would be his hands "Senator Taszzn." a dignitary came up to Sssar with a welcoming expression "A great occasion, isn't it? A treaty to last until the stars go cold!" the man laughed softly. Sssar was silent during the exchange, he saw through the small talk "Come now Senator, what do you think about the treaty?" the Filithar's eyes searched the man's face then he spoke with a rumbling hiss "The Alliance hassss made many treatiessss. A characterissstic of all, a commonality, are usssselessss alliessss." his hed tilted to the side in a changellning way "I wonder how much aid you will give when the planetssss crack and the armiessss land? We sssshall sssseee ssssoon enough."

The other politician looked both offended and angered by what Sssar insinuated "Is this how the Alliance treats its partners? Insulted by a glorified worm from a forgotten moon." he turned and waved dismissively at Sssar. The zealous Constables began to move forward, rage in their eyes, until Ssar made an airy hiss. Masked as a parting spat towards the politician but to the Constables a familiar 'no' one of them turned to Sssar, a Chiss man "Commissioner, why do we suffer these parasites? We waste time in the company of these people while we could be purifying the Alliance. Surely we have the strength alone, we require the will." to which Sssar responded "Diplomacy. Thissss is nothing more than a play for influence. Astropoliticsss."

 

[Don Belkora]

DON BELKORA
COMPNOR
Incognito

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Aldo Amaro, that's what his ID would read to any and all guards that took an interest into the inconspicuous looking Tetan bodyguard who accompanied Miss Hayata. Of course, his real identity would've landed him dead in a hail of blaster fire or dragged out by the nearest pack of SIA goons protecting Mr Tithe; rather, he was here to watch the asset and discuss further developments on the project in the core. Large framed shades shielded his face as he was keen to avoid being photographed or overtly noticed, keeping closely to miss Hayata and her squad of Atrisian bodyguards. It might've been odd that a Tetan would be in a squad of bodyguards keeping company to an Atrisian business mogul, but with Aiko's money and influence, it was never out of the question that she might hire beyond Atrisia.

Aiko's party soon found their way into the party, and while a few of her guards spread out and mingled among the socialites, Belkora and a few others kept close contact while watching the perimeter. As rich as Miss Hayata was, she still had plenty of enemies and the death of her would greatly jeopardise Imperial interests in the region.

Aiko Hayata Aerarii Tithe Faith Organa Sssar Taszzn Alban Roble ​

 

[Gorthalon]

THE BESKAR ENTENTE

CORUSCANT × DIPLOMATIC QUARTER

Shai Maji | Ishida Ashina | Vren Rook | Open

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Coruscant.

Even the geometry of the surrounding architecture causes the Yuzzem soldier a headache. Wherever he may be in his journey in life, in his heart he cannot seem to break free from the cocoon of the past of him being a tribal warrior… and a former slave.

The large beast sighs and calmly opens his eyes. An awesome, dense, bustling vista stretches out before him. Individuals of all backgrounds meld into a blob of mass; most making their way in the direction of a magnificent building in the distance – likely the soldier's eventual destination as well, as he has been sent here to an important event by his superiors to be one of the representatives of the Defense Force. Inquiries relating to the reasons for this extraordinary kind of deployment were curtly concluded by references to his involvement in the mission at V'Shar and his previously established acquaintance with the Galactic Alliance's newest ally on the galactic scene, the Mandalorian Enclave.

The organic cacophony of the crowd muffles his sensitive hearing and his keen snout feels like it is about to flare up from overstimulation. Careless figures bump into Gorthalon repeatedly, some even falling flat on their faces; most likely the majority just mistake him for a carpet wrapped around a large pole. Vehicles whizz by overhead without pause, minor scenes happen so often it is impossible to follow. Gorthalon is standing near the edge of an expansive walkway. For this occasion, he had been secured a cheap room to stay at, which deprived others of the smell of his one and only duffel bag where he keeps all of his stuff. Just this morning, upon his arrival at the beating heart of the Alliance, he had decided to purchase a dark brown, knee-length, hooded leather poncho so as to have a piece of additional clothing on other than his trousers for the off-chance that he gets into a conversation with a dignitary.

Towering over most of the crowd on the walkway leading up to the gala building, his social phobia is in full swing. His pitch black eyes gaze into the glistening, busy horizon as he carefully contemplates how best to quiet his mind and find a bit of motivation to approach the palace in the distance and partake in the gala himself, as the admission ticket in his pocket requires him to do.​

One second of contemplation later.​

The bar near the gala building's entrance he noticed before is just short of a kilometer from where he is now; a perfect place to have an innocent enough drink. Wading through the crowd is effortless – most stand aside as they realize the growing shadow enveloping them from behind. As he gets closer to the bar, he recognizes more and more features of the fancy establishment. The beautiful back-lit calligraphy above the large, ornate double door made of glass reads "Warwick's." A male Abednedo waiter in a white shirt opens the door with a welcoming smile on his face, politely gesturing him to enter with his other hand. The Yuzzem answers with a half-smile and a nod of his own and ducks down to enter through the delicate door. After taking a couple of steps he straightens up and looks around. The door behind him smoothly slides shut and the slithering crowd's noise dissipates. The crucible of odors from before transitions gently into a pleasant blend of scents comprising of polystarch portion bread, fresh exotic fruits and sweet wildflower candles. The bar is a single open studio, with a counter made of light brown wroshyr wood adorned with a silver top located on the left, and a smaller stage to the right. Straight ahead is a window and a door, behind which cooks are diligently preparing the orders of the patrons. Tastefully dimmed thin rows of lighting line all corners of the room and simple beige curtains are hanging beside the windows. Five or six sanded-down wooden tables are occupied by carefree civilians of all species and a one-man band creates a comfortable ambience for the establishment.

From behind the counter, an elegant and confident older Human lady in a white uniform addresses the robust Yuzzem now standing across from her. – Care for a drink, soldier? – Gorthalon puffs air through his snout in surprise and simultaneously smiles at the lady, whose grey hair is tied up neatly in a bun. He places his left palm calmly on the warm steel of the countertop while browsing with his eyes the large selection of exotic bottles exhibited behind the lady. – Um … I just want the strongest thing you have. Thank you.

Without a word, the lady pours a silky black liquid over ice into a translucent glass of minimalistic design and places it in front of the Yuzzem on top of a small white napkin. – A Tash brewer makes this. Very hard to come by. Enjoy. – The Yuzzem slightly bows to express his appreciation of the lady's attentiveness and raises his glass, then drinks its contents, hoping to find courage at the bottom.​

 

[Ikenna Tahj]

Location: Alderaan Embassy - Landing Platform
Tags: Faith Organa Kilij Qel-Nosh
Suit
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Twilight was settling on Coruscant and the light of Coruscant Prime reflecting off the smog and smoke of the city cast an orange haze over the gargantuan towers of the ecumenopolis. Arms folded across his broad chest Ike stood, waiting for his charge patiently, and admired the view. Or tried at least. Smoke rose from the Temple District where the fighting with the Maw had been heaviest in their surprise attack. He doubted the smoke came from anywhere on the surface though. He'd heard rumors that even now there were still small skirmishes between Coruscant Security and Brotherhood forces that had been left behind after bringing their fight to the undercity levels. There were signs elsewhere too. The Works, which seemed to always be hit hard regardless of the focus of the attack, was still smoldering. He suspected riots were the case there rather than continued fires from the battle. Off in the distance near one of the larger spaceports he could see the bulk of an EVS construction droid as its crew attempted to put the travel district back together spire by spire.

Was this really the time for a Gala?

He glanced down at himself, clad in a smart suit, his lightsaber dangling from his belt. DARKCOM really was Darth Solipsis ... He flexed his hand and balled it into a fist. He had, in a sense, grown up with the man. To see him fall this way, to attack the Jedi. It made his blood boil. But instead of fighting on the front lines in Chiss space or leading raids against the Final Dawn he was here, playing dress-up and competing with some upstart "Swordmaster" for a place at the side of a queen. And for what?

He looked to the double doors leading into the embassy as he sensed the Queen approaching. He stood up straighter and tried to put on a relaxed face.

He didn't know why he did what he did. Maybe it was because it was easy, easier than being a Jedi had been back then. Did that make him any better than a Sith? Or worse, a storming airsick errey, too cowardly to come out of his shell in the safety of a summer breeze?

"My queen," he bowed his head in respect, "Are you finally ready?"

 

[Runi Kuryida]

Objective II: The Beskar Entente

:: Diplomatic Quarter​

The woman in the Cloak of Black Feathers stopped and her hazel eyes turned in the direction of a curious interaction. It was not so difficult for a Shaman like Runi to see the auras twisted and reflect the countenance of those in disagreement. Someone that seemed of lofty spirits soon turned disgruntled and departed apace; while the one they'd engaged socially seemed no worse for wear, but already of sour disposition.

While Runi had not come here in seek of someone in need, the Manda directed Mandalorians to where they were needed most.

"Senator." Runi slowly drew near to the reptilian and limbless Sssar Taszzn . "I see you wish to be elsewhere as well. Much work to be done throughout the galaxy, is there not? While we stand here smiling and sipping wine, our enemies seek to out maneuver us in the shadows. It is fortunate, then, that we look in one another's eyes and at times to the dangers that may be creeping up from behind, yes?" Most sentient races could not see in every direction, but if you had an ally your scope of observation doubled. Once you acquired enough allies your enemies would have a difficult time finding cracks to slip through.

"I am Runi Kuryida, and I am honored to meet you." She would even give a nod to the Senator's accompanying members. A strong showing, but nothing less than someone of Sssar's standing deserved. It was why Runi had dispensed with feigning an overwhelming desire to be there; if a frank conversation lacking the guile of well-practiced politicians would be better received, the Shaman was not opposed.

:: OPEN | Aerarii Tithe | Faith Organa | Aiko Hayata | Alban Roble | Gorthalon ​

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Alderaan Embassy - Landing Platform]
Interacting with: Ikenna Tahj | Kilij Qel-Nosh
Tags: Runi Kuryida | Aerarii Tithe | Sssar Taszzn | Alban Roble | Don Belkora | Aiko Hayata

Faith decided on something comfortable this evening gala gone were the days of making a statement with a dress. Color white or black, off the shoulder or sleeves, fitted or not... in the end when she looked in the mirror it was the white dress that won out. She would keep a shawl close by in case she got cold.

Becca smiled, "Its perfect"

"Good thank you." The little group accompanied Faith to the landing Platform. Ike Gale stood there waiting "Finally Commander, did Draco put you up to saying that? It wasn't that long, and no one really notices who isn't there until later when the alcohol wears off, and boredom sets in."

Ever since Faith had decided to take on a Sword Master Ike seemed cranky she was still waiting for the jousting to start now that would probably raise some funds. She knew though that Ike continually fretted over her safety, the status of the galaxy and what was the Alliance up to.

"Is everyone else on board already?" She smiled trying to make it all seem so innocent and just like any other gala.

Yes a few of the other Senators had probably already arrived but in truth Faith seemed to be late a lot.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

OBJECTIVE II: THE BESKAR ENTENTE
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Location: Diplomatic Quarter, Coruscant
Tags: Runi Kuryida Sssar Taszzn Aiko Hayata Don Belkora Alban Roble Aerarii Tithe Faith Organa Gorthalon

Dabbing a bit of perfume on her wrists, Ishani jiggled her leg, wishing the transport would go faster. Hindered by nerve-wracking Coruscant traffic, it seemed an eternity before the vehicle came to a stop at their destination. Sighing in relief, she pushed open the door and stepped out—only to immediately find herself swamped by reporters.

"What the—"

Floating camera droids snapped photos of her from every angle, their eye-like lenses winking with each shot. Journalists with painted faces leered at her, shoving microphones in her face, their inquiries incomprehensible as they all tried to talk at once. Ishani had just enough time to blink in surprise before her bodyguards closed in, forming a protective barrier between her and them.

Hard as it might be to believe, this was the first time she had ever been properly mobbed by reporters. Granted, it was a noticeably smaller number compared to the likes of Miss Hayata or Chancellor Tithe—a remote provincial world like Chaldea rarely made galactic news headlines—but it swiftly overwhelmed the young senator, who did her best to tune out their shouting at her.

Most of it was ridiculous tabloid-grade questions designed to sell clickbait articles: "Senator Sibwarra, is it true that you're feuding with Auteme Denko-Durren, former Chancellor Chandra's protégé?"

Or they patronized her and the world she represented: "Senator Sibwarra, what do you think of Coruscant? Is it very different from Chaldea?"

"Senator Sibwarra, do you have anything to say regarding the accusations that your election was rigged?"

That one, at least, she felt compelled to respond to. "All lies and unsubstantiated rumors cooked up by an establishment that didn't want to give me a chance," she replied. It was all she had a chance to say before she was whisked away inside the building.

There, she found herself caught up in a different kind of storm. The gala was a whirlwind of motion, crowded with some of the most powerful people in the galaxy (the Alliance part of it, anyway) co-mingling with some of its richest elites. Ishani's gaze swept the crowd, not sure where to begin.

 

[Kalie Alverez]

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LOCATION: DONADUS - SIA TENTS NEAR TRAINING EXERCISES
AGENT: KALIE ALVEREZ
PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: OBJECTIVE 1: REBEL DAWN (SIA SHINANIGANS)
FRIENDLY TAGS: Saul Colsan Osarla Ridor Lyrrin Valery Noble
ENEMY TAGS: Dalos Cameron

Kalie was looking forward to being anyone else besides Tiresh, a persona that had been dominating the majority of her life for the past few months. Although this outing was nothing terribly special in the grand scheme of things, it was a much-needed breath of fresh air for the wearied undercover agent.

She imagined that she would transpose the faces of infuriating senators and delegates onto those of the opposing forces in todays training skirmishes, finally getting to do what she wished she could numerous times in the Senate hall… give them a jolly good bop on the head and a swift kick in the caboose.

Just the thought brought an unabashed smile to her face as she took a long pull from what was left of her cigarette before she tossed it into a small metal container filled with some water where it joined the rest of its fallen comrades, letting a hiss escape as its embers were quickly vanquished.

"Oh force…" She said under her breath with a sigh as she opened her canteen and gulped down some hard liquor, quickly wiping any excess away from her mouth,

"Do I have to go back?" She mused, referring to the Senate.

She felt like the life was getting slowly drained from her body the longer she was in the political spheres… and she had really picked up the pace when it came to developing bad coping mechanisms that helped her get through the daily grind. It also didn't help that she hadn't seen Gramani Fey’la in over a month… she really missed him, and although she was confident in their love for each-other, there where times when her insecurities flared back up, caused their distance to seem almost unbearable.

Speaking of which… She grabbed her datapad and quickly typed out a message for him:

Miss you much. Come visit me on Lujo soon?

She sent the message, sighed, then got up and pulled the flap back from her personal tent that was on the edge of the training games and near the other SIA tents as well. She spotted Lyrrin . Oh good! She was looking forward to connecting with him and Valery Noble again. The three had become quite the dynamic trio, and she was growing quite fond of her fellow agents.

She squinted as she thought she recognized someone out on the field…

"Well, hello there!" She said quietly to herself as she saw the one and only Saul Colsan out in the field waiting for the training to begin. The two of them went way back, and although he could be almost unbearable at times, she carried a deep respect for the man who was now almost like a brother to her. And, as a good sister should, she often experienced sheer delight in pulling the scruffy mans strings and giving him a hard time. All in good fun, of coarse! And besides, he would often return the favor.

Kalie made her way over to Lyrrin , giving him a warm smile and closing her eyes momentarily, expressing a sense of fondness in seeing her friend.

"Hey there." She said, squeezing his arm softly, then looking towards the direction of SIA tents. "Looks like you have a fun job today…" She commented sarcastically as she grimaced, "Nothing says 'Join the SIA' more than voluntary torture! Ha! Am I right?"