Do the dead talk? [GR dominion for Altier]

[Mantic Dorn]

The dead are not happy, its getting crowded...​

How do you know? Do the dead talk...?​

[media]https://youtu.be/0CFuCYNx-1g[/media]​

Altier​

A world in negotiations to enter the republic.​

The negotiators are meeting on Altier in their government palace where an economy in ruin is everything the Altier government has to offer. Will the Republic find ways to make this work?

But while the local government is meeting with the Republican politicians there is an unrest on Altier that has drawn another interest. A darker interest...
Caught in the current of refugees Altier is struggling to keep it in order and balance. A request ot the Republic to help them in the effort to organize their refugee camps has been answered even before the world has decided to join the Republic democracy.

On Altier vast refugee camps filled with people fleeing from the wars that scatter across the galaxy has done a great deed in accepting so many people in need of help. But recently the refugee camps has gotten a new enemy. A sect-like movement is spreading across the camps. Their message that the dead has gotten enough. The dead will rise and devour the galaxy, starting here on Altier. The cultists of this sect calling themselves followers of Balagoth claims that the only way to avoid the wrath from the dead is to be cleansed in their rite of purging. The rite involves a gruesome whipping ending with the sinner drinking a vial of secret conent and pledging to follow the teachings of Balagoth until the day he or she dies, upon which time ones soul is transferred to Balagoth servitude for an eternity to come.
The refugees whisper about strange shadows by night, haunting the houses of those that refuse to take part in the ritual and while it has not been proven many belive that the camps are home to vengeful spirits of the dead...

With the sect slowly growing in numbers the local government of Altier has lost control of it.
It has now reached outside of the refugee camps and Altier will soon be known as the home and birth place of this fast spreading death cult with vague connections to the former power of the Primevil and its dreaded mythology where [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] once reigned as high priest of Balagoth.
Wether or not this is the workings of the Primevil or if it is unrelated is unknown and Altier has asked the Republic to investigate the matter for them.

What will be found in the shadows of the massive Refugee camps? Dare you enter?

OOC

Welcome to the Republic dominion of Altier.

Link to the OOC discussion thread. Find writing partners or discuss plot twists as you see fit in there.
Use a post count, 20 posts per writer is allowed in this story.
Please choose an objective or Mix em up as you see fit. They are only here to give you inspiration and if you want to twist something, go for it.

Objective A - Diplomatic talks.
Have your politician or high ranking official meet up with the local government of Altier and offer how the Republic can help their world as a member of the Galatic Republic.

Objective B - Investigate the death Cult
Have your character enter the refugee camps and investigate the mysterious death cult of Balagoth that has gained many followers of late. Can the roots of it all be found? Perhaps several exists at the same time.
Note - since I am a fan of the Primevil faction and especially the Balagoth section of it I am totally inviting any Balagoth supporters to run about in the camp and spread mischief. It would in fact be awesome if a PC-priest appeared in the story. Feel free to claim that your sect has grown its influence because of this dominion.
Naturally non-primevil are free to assume the role if you seek it as well.
(Before engaging in PvP it is advised to check in with the other writer).

Objective C - Refugee aid
Take part in the Republic humanitarian aid effort. Go in with medications or food to help the refugees and their families that live in despair in the camps.

Objective D - spy game
the Sith intelligence keeps a close watch on the dealings of the republic in this sector and the Sith Minister of Intelligence [member="Karolus Krupp"] just might want to keep tabs on whats going on here. Rumors about the death cult of Balagoth is surely of interest to the sith rulers...
The Republic intelligence is of course nervous about connections between this death cult and the former super power of the primevil and the One sith. The Republic minister of intelligence [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] is sure to activate her counter spies to keep tabs on those rumors...

Objective E - hunt raiders
Altier is tormented by raiders taking advantage of the refugees as easy targets. Help Altier protect its space from pirates and villians roaming in their space.

Objective F - Your own story
go your own path and create a story that suits you. Just bear in mind the overall story arc.

Happy writing and don't get eaten.... ​

Spoiler

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Dia Torr"] [member="Barrien Siegfried"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Willam Forlon"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Fixx Kearney"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Mak Manto"] [member="Crowley Furtim"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Quinncolson"] [member="Julyet Thackeray"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="November Sinclair"] [member="Kaï Sargas"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Kassa Sahl"] [member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Illyana Nightshade"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"] [member="Ben Corscifine"]
[member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Taneas Haring"] [member="Megàn Alestria"] [member="Miria Lasedri"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="varius"] [member="Ordon Trozky"] [member="Tonald Drump"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Cecily de Demici"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Sofia Annesley"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Ben Corscifine"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] [member="Vernan Holt"] [member="Ben Corscifine"] [member="Ashler de Dedhart"][member="Thalia Kaia"] [member="Janira Fenni"] [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Salete Kel"] [member="Auru Taff"] [member="Khyros Sunblade"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="George O Rourke"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="sabrina"] [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Dmitri Romanov"] [member="Corewes Craterdown"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Ayumi Pallopides"] [member="Freyia Whitelight"] [member="Character Legion"] [member="Sophia Walsh"] [member="Hanzō Nakatomi"] [member="Kotkas Adelaar"] [member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Geral Varta"]
at appology for anyone I missed.

 

[Morse Sunrider]

1/20
Objective C

Morse was hoping a couple more jedi came, despite everything she believed in Corvuses view and the Republic was the Republic. As dark, twisted and sick it could be there was always a chance for good.... and if worse came to worse usually it could be helped. So she was here using some of the Sakura medics and healers to get aid to the people while they were handing out the cans of meat and bottles of water and food. Constructing hospitals with prefabricated walls and structures quickly to make it and get to work organizing the people. "We can move quickly and get as much done as we can come on." She said it while brushing off the bodyglove and checking the gloves with their phrik and crystal.

 

[Elphaba nic Arose]

2/20
Objective A
[member="Lady Kay"]

When your master disappears, what are you to do? Well in some cases she could think about a few things and looking over the armor while the jedi padawan rolled her shoulders sliding the ballistic shield onto her back. Her saber at her hip and the Barren had shown her how to better work with some of the things... Like fighting and protecting while offering the senators who were here some protection in case they needed it. [member="Mantic Dorn"] was a prime example of a level headed jedi she could learn from at the best of times and her master had trusted him so she should afford him the same.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Objective A + C

1/20

The Junior Senator had decided to accompany the delegation to Altier to get her feet wet in some Republic style diplomacy and get a feel for her peers. However, always Kiribi interests in mind, she would also use the opportunity to open the door for Kiribian business ventures by way of a little charity. She rolled into the system at the head of large convoy of Kiribian freighters and their fighter escort. For their part, the Kiribians would provide some much-needed medical and food supplies to planet struggling with an economic crisis. All to be offered unconditionally, regardless of the outcome of dealings with the Altierians. She only required their permission and direction to distribute the payloads of the convoy.

Approaching the planet, the closet force sensitive could feel a strong disturbance emanating from its surface. Briefed ahead of time about the internal politics of the planet, she was aware of an insidious group of cultists that plagued the refugee, exploiting their misfortunes for some devious ends. Based off her own assessment, she was doubtful they were directly involved with the One Sith, but she could certainly see a relationship forming if the Sith caught wind of the Republic's dealings on Altier. They would already have the perfect proxy in place to exert their influence.
[member="Morse Sunrider"]
[member="Elphaba nic Arose"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

Location: Refugee Camps
Objective: Investigate Cult
Post: 1/20

Rexus was a Jedi, and a Jedi master at that. So that meant he was responsible for more important tasks now, tasks like overseeing any padawans, Knights, whoever the Jedi sent on missions. But most importantly he was in charge of leading when things got sticky, and with the task he was given now the chances of it getting sticky was a solid ninety nine percent. Whenever you dealt with any cult that deals in death and freaky old gods that end Goth or Bal or Mal, especially Mal, you knew it was bad.

"Hi Rexus Drath, Jedi Master." The man said as he kneeled down in front of a family and their shelter tent.

"Creepy death cult running around, probably wearing robes, black, creepy symbols. Hear anything about it?" The family shook their heads and Rex snapped his fingers in disappointment.

Giving the family a few credits he stood up and began to continue his investigation. Which Rex wasn't a detective at all, it wasn't like this was the clone wars and he was going to spend the better half of a two hour movie playing Clue for the Jedi council like Obi-Wan Kenobi.

 

[Rendom Axel]

Objective E
1/20
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Rendom had recently been arming up,he'd upgraded his chain blaster and his small pistol. He was prepared to fight,and he felt an itching to do so. So when he heard about a Raider job,he was all too happy to take it. Once he was ready,he gathered a group of men and they boarded a transport heading for Altier. The transport slowly descended,as it landed,a door in the back opened and a group of Republic soldiers ran out,as Rendom yelled "Secure the area,if you locate any Raiders shoot 'em,just another Raider hunt.."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: A
Posts: 1/20

Kay had arrived at the capital of Altier on a diplomatic vessel. Due to the recent state of affairs, she couldn't travel in her usual manner. Which was a shame. Yet instead of a Senate guard, she was assigned a Jedi by the name of [member="Elphaba nic Arose"] . She had never met her before, but was looking forward to it. Before the Jedi's arrival, Kay had shrunk her Force signature down to that of a small tree nut.

She had her satchel with her, carrying spare clothes, food and water rations, as well as her tea supplies. A small hand blaster was also inside, set to stun like always.

"This shouldn't be too tough of a task. I hope. Either way, we should be ready for anything."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 1 of 20
Objective B: Hail Sargon, Creator of all that is Primeval. And praise Balagoth, second of all Creation.
Location: Refugee Camp "Bilgewater"
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Amphistaff, Prayer Chain (Reverie crystal), Go! mobile comlink

After some casual murder on Bespin, the young Pantoran needed to get away.

Clear his mind of distraction. The Force. The Dark Side. The Knights of Ren. The Supreme Leader...

There was only one supreme leader. And that was not a man. Not a creature capable of being understood by the mortal mind. It was the Primeval known as Sargon. The ancient force of chaos that had spawned their universe with the creation of Nogras. The light. The starmaker, who had filled the heavens with light.

Second had come Balagoth. The shadow. He stood between the darkness and the light. The god of death. The god of change.

Last, was Halrormalenth. The broken creator. He created all that is seen and unseen. All that is imperfect. All that will be reclaimed, either in the light of Nogras or the shadow of Balagoth. Remade, in the continuous cycle of life in Sargon.

Some called it a 'death cult.' But that presumed that the Primeval believed in death.

They didn't.

They believed in the Reclamation. That all that had been made corruptible would be made anew. Pass through the shadow of Balagoth into darkness and be reborn in the light of Nogras. All the souls sparked on Halrormalenth's broken forge recycled, to learn the lessons of the past and pay penitence to sins not yet committed.

One thing about assassination was that it paid fairly well. Life insurance was ridiculously high and life expectancy ridiculously low, but gone were the days in which the youngling had huddled for shelter in a flimsaplast box along the sewers of Coruscant. He had credits for food. He had shelter. He had a ship that could take him to where duty called.

Right now, that duty was affirming his own faith. Through service to others. He handed out meals. He handed out purified water. He asked for nothing, and gave any who would listen the words that might transform them into everlasting life. The life made possible only through death in Balagoth. Only through living in the light of Nogras. Only through the acceptance of Halrormalenth's corrupted creation.

The original sin. They were all flawed from the start.

It might seem strange for one so deeply steeped into the ways of the Sith to come offering charity. What he gave, he gave freely. For what he had to gain was more than credits. Credits passed away. Their value changed in a day and suddenly de-valued tomorrow. Food? Bread succumbed to mold. Water turned to mildew. No, the riches and power he benefited through this experience was the revitalization of his soul. The affirmation of all that he was. All that he believed.

But even that treasure was there for the taking, for any who might partake.

For he was Primeval. From the Primeval he had been born. To the Primeval he would die. Until the last light had flickered out, and Sargon reborn.

 

[Rendom Axel]

Post 2/20 Objective E

Rendom looked around,as two more transports landed,at last Rendom's full platoon had arrived. As they began exiting the transport Rendom said "That'd be enough relaxing for now,boys we've gotta move out!" Upon hearing his booming voice,the Platoon began moving towards the last known Raider location.

 

[Matthew Rei]

[member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Ali Hadrix"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Suravi"]
Objective F: The Trial of Karleesi Ben'Freegan
Location: The Justice Pyramid
Post: 1/20


Matthew stepped off the transport and felt at home. The hustle, bustle and layout of the shuttle station held little difference to the ones he was used to, despite this supposedly being a "radically different planet", as he had been forewarned by Republic officials. His cane swayed from left to right, skimming the ground. It acted as both a tool and a ruse, for he was capable of a special type of sight. No, not one of the Force. One of genetics and experience. The feedback he received through his heightened senses allowed him to sense the world and depict it in a color scale of red. Why red? Don't ask such stupid questions.

It was when he stepped outside the walls of the shuttle station that the world became alien, indeed. This particular shuttle station was positioned closely to the Justice Pyramid, this government's center of law and order. Matthew was "on loan" from the Republic to settle a high priority court dispute for the government. Now, such a tactic would hardly seem like a useful bargaining chip in a diplomat's court. However, law and order was one thing that was in desperate need around here. Hence, Matthew cometh.

The shape of the nearby building was not what he was used to. In the city where he grew up, space was tighter, buildings had square angles/faces and feedback was received nicely there, despite the overlapping of sounds. Here, the walls sloped up, up and away and the sound of wind through many trees all around in the distance could be heard. It was disorienting, but he came to grips with it and proceeded cautiously to his destination. The inside of the Justice Pyramid was much more familiar to his usual surroundings.

An attractive female secretary was sitting at the front desk along with 3 others who were on duty. Of course, he was unaware of how pretty she looked. He walked up to that front desk and waited for her attention. She finally spoke up with a cheery demeanor,

"Yes, sir? How may I help you?"

"Well, you see, I'm new here---"

"There's a map kiosk right over on your left," she interrupted.

"...Well, okay then. Does it come in braille?"

"I beg your pardon, sir?"

"Well, you see, I'm blind, so---"

"OH! I'm very sorry, sir! I didn't realize."

No kidding...Matthew spoke up and talked faster in hopes to get out what he wanted to say before she interrupted again. He put out his hands in a stopping/pause gesture.

"Yes. I'm blind and I'm new here. I'm supposed to meet with a Mr. Farnsworth as soon as possible. I'm Matthew Mar'Tin---"

"OH! You're the new lawyer that's come in! I'm very sorry, sir! I didn't realize."

No wonder this world's going down the tank. Nothing ever gets done around here...

"Apology accepted, Miss...?"

"Kreuner."

Gag. What a name.

"Well, Miss Kreu---"

"Oh, it's Misses."

Boy, isn't he a lucky one...

"Mrs. Kreuner?? Would you be so kind as to escort me to where I need to go?"

"Why, yes! Of course, Mr. Matthews! You have but to ask."

...Stay cool, Matt...

"Well, actually Mrs. Kreuner, it's Mr. Mar'Tin and my first name is just Matthew..." It was at that moment that Matthew ceased to care about names. He wanted to be anywhere but here in this lobby.

"OH! I'm very sorry, sir! I messed up. I apologize."

Someone please kill me now. He extended his arm and said,

"It would help so much more if you were to hold on to my arm as you guide me."

"Yes, of course, sir! Anything to help you. I should have known sooner."

Never mind. I'll kill myself. Much quicker. Someone give me something. Anything! A lightsaber, a blaster, a knife, a pen, a rusty SPOON!

"OH! I almost forgot!" She pulled a pen sheathed in clear plastic and handed it to him. "A complimentary pen for your visit! You may need it soon, so I might as well give it to you now!" The smile and cheery demeanor had never left her face the entire time.

...Well...You DID ask for it...

Today was not Matthew's day. The secretary let the others fill in for her as she left with Matthew to guide him to his destination. She was an overflowing source of background information on the building, whether he wanted it or not. He didn't say anything, though. He just listened silently and toughed it out, commenting here and there with a short, trivial response.

They finally reached Federal Hall, the place where the highest of court cases and matters of law regarding the entire government were dealt with. Time to find out what all the fuss was about...

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Ali Hadrix, CSAF Commandos
Objective C: Refugee Assistance
Post: 1/20

She wore an old suit of armor she hadn't donned in years, marked only with "CC-01" on the left shoulder plate, a designation she did not utilize in the Republic military. The woman was here with the Civilian Security Assistance Force, an organization she had launched alongside [member=Alena Reckar] some six months prior. The Republic had not yet taken her into custody for the supposed crimes during the battle of Roche, nor would they until the preliminary investigation was complete. Kol'k Oto and the rest of the Verpine delegation responsible for spacing Mandalorians and civilians on Nickel One were already being held, and Captain Heln, the Republic soldier who had allowed the Verpine to take such drastic and inappropriate action was being held in a Republic medical center on Chazwa recovering from an assault by a Jedi Master GRIM had identified as [member=Ryan Korr]. Ali assumed the attack was in response to the venting of the hangars, and as such was entirely justified, though she hadn't been there at the time and couldn't speak justly for anyone's actions save for Kol'k Oto himself, who had confessed a dozen times over to the crimes he'd committed that day. Draco Vereen had since been identified as the armored soldier accompanying Korr on Nickel One, now going by the name of [member=Darth Vulkan].
Why the two had been working together, Ali was unsure, though the withdrawal of the Jedi Order from the Republic had been cause for concern long before Roche. The recent disappearance of [member=Corvus Raaf] was similarly disturbing, and Ali could not simply write these recent changes off on the basis that they did not concern the Republic. Most things concerned the Republic, or its citizenry at least. The refugee crisis on Altier was one of those things, which is what drew Ali's attention on this particular day. The Republic military was maintaining a quiet presence, but Ali had refrained from entering the spotlight at all, hence her attendance with a CSAF unit instead. The organization's progenitors were unknown to any outside the organization and Ali's identity was hidden behind more layers than one could dig in a lifetime. She would be neither recognized nor harassed by media personnel or Republic officials. Her official designation was "on a short leave of absence to an undisclosed location." With enough digging someone could figure how where she'd last ported at, but after meeting with her personal soldiers any trail would die swiftly.

Ali stepped off a transport shuttle with only a sidearm at her hip. Her fellow soldiers were similarly armed. CSAF was on an assistance mission here on Altier and weapons would not be needed during their general interactions with the locals, despite the ominous stories about a death cult. Ali had brought a battalion of soldiers who were prepared to deliver not simply supplies to Altier's refugees, but greater sustenance items as well, such as small potting systems for growing crops and spices in the cramped living spaces of the refugee sector. Water filtration and gathering equipment was included as well, along with personnel capable of training locals in its use and maintenance.
Behind her, nearly a dozen other shuttles and transports began to land, Ali's soldiers began to gather around to help download the resources they had brought within them. A handful of soldiers nearby were pulling speeder bikes out of one of the shuttles to patrol with, others were organizing weapons and tactical equipment.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective:A
Posts:2/20

With [member="Elphaba nic Arose"] by her side she entered the Parliament building. It was a different one than the building that [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] was in. The security in the building checked them over for their weapons. Kay didn't have any on her, though as her escort, the Jedi was allowed to keep hers.

The two of them were led to a large meeting room, where the members of Parliament conducted their business. Kay approached them and bowed her head. All of them were men. That wasn't quite out of the ordinary. What was strange was that some of them had almost a dead look in their eyes. She tried not to let it bother her for the moment as she addressed them. "Gentlemen. Thank you for seeing me. I am Senator Kay of the Republic. Word had been sent out to us that you needed some assistance, most especially with a cult that has been reeking havoc on some of your refugee camps. I have brought soldiers, investigators and others to assist you." Kay stepped towards them, stopping just eight feet away. She softened her tone. "More can be done. More resources can be given to you as I'm sure that you'll need them. Being outside of our jurisdiction, we can only provide so much. But if you join the Republic, then you can receive anything that you need, including our protection without having to go to outside sources."

"And the Death Cult? They can be removed? You promise this?"

"Cults are....rather difficult to eradicate. But I can promise you that we will do our best to try. But as I said, more resources would be available for us to get rid of them. It will take time, but working together we can succeed."

The members of Parliament murmured to eachother, some nodding, some shaking their heads, until finally one spoke up. "Here's the deal Senator. Get rid of the cult and help the refugees and we'll take you up on your offer. But if you fail, then we will not. Understand?"

Kay raised a brow slightly. Was it blackmail? Or just bargaining? Whatever it was, the members of the Republic that were there had a lot of work ahead of them. She bowed her head. "Agreed. Thank you Gentlemen. I will come by again later to let you know of our progress."

She turned to leave, looking to Elphaba as they walked out. "Did you sense anything in there? Some of them looked a little....off."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: D
Post: 01/20

Dmitiri sat in a small ship he had 'borrowed' with his DataPad in hand, ready to escape should his mission of keeping tabs on the Republic go south. Under his control was a several small droids that he could control remotely and sent live feed back to him which was recorded and uploaded to a secure sever to be sifted through at a later date.

Seperating his droids into two units - one to attempt to infiltrate the parliament building and see what the Republic's politicians were up to in Altier and the other to the refugee camp in hopes of spotting Republic personnel to tail and record.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective C
Post 1/20

Aurelia had, likes its mistress Imogen Fortan, undergone a change in look since leaving the employ of the First Order. The yacht had been retrofitted, with its luxury fittings all but eliminated in favor of having a mobile secure command center and room for cargo, and had been rechristened Greenslade. At its help was Evie Redstar, dark eyes solemn as she took in the refugee camp she was flying over. There was so much suffering in the galaxy, so much that it was nearly unfathomable. This sort of thing would have stirred privileged guilt in the gut of Imogen Fortan, but in Evelin Redstar it elicited only regret and sadness in the knowledge that her war, the war she was waging against the First Order, was likely to directly or indirectly result in similar scenes across their own theater of war.

Banking low over the refugee camp, Greenslade's pilot was granted clearance to land at a field nearby, and so she did. Six-Eye, sitting in the seat next to her and monitoring something or other on the ship's computer. The protocol droid, with its silvery hue, was fluent in over six million forms of communication -- as it would tell anyone who stood still long enough to hear it -- which would come in handy when communicating with the people here, in case they did not know Basic.

Evelin brought the ship down carefully and then unhooked her crash webbing. "Come on, Six-Eye," she said as she lowered the boarding ramp. "Let's see who we can find." And she set out, looking for someone who she could speak to about offloading some supplies.

[member="Ali Hadrix"]

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Ali Hadrix, CSAF Commandos
Objective C: Refugee Assistance
Post: 2/20
[member=Evelin Redstar]

Within moments of touchdown, the Resistance yacht disgorged a handful of personnel, followed by a slight woman with brown hair who was toting around a protocol droid. CSAF Commandos guarding the landing platforms greeted them amicably with their helmets clipped to their belts, allowing the new arrivals to see their faces. The soldier who greeted [member=Evelin Redstar] was a Togruta male with pink skin and white montrals marked in black flecks. The tails of his montrals were contained within segmented armor sheaths that secured themselves to his helmet when it was placed over his head. His armor was a mottled grey-red color, with whites and browns interspersed. A typical urban camouflage pattern. He nodded and smiled, showing white teeth to the woman as she approached. "Ma'am, I am Tarl Irban, pleased to make your acquaintance. We were notified of your approach, and our Commander is prepared to receive you. We have soldiers who can help your personnel download equipment and supplies."

From behind Irban, a woman's voice called, firm and resonant even without a helmet vocoder. "Irban, dismissed," the voice called. The Togruta bowed slightly and took his leave, along with his silent and helmeted partner. Between them came CSAF's Lord Commander, a helmet hiding her features. The figure extended a hand towards Evelin as the T-shaped visor looked blankly at her. "You must be Lady Redstar, I am CSAF's Lord Commander. I'm glad we could meet in person."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective:A,B
Posts: 3/20

Cults always disturbed her. Just the very idea that someone could hold such power over throngs of people and make them do pretty much anything the leader wanted chilled her to the bone. Kay didn't want to meet such a leader as she was unsure how strong her willpower would be against him or her. Yes she was stubborn, but everyone had their weaknesses. Yet here she was. Whether or not Altier joined the Republic was subject to removing a cult. But not just any cult. This one worshipped death. Or so the rumours went, anyways.

Kay left the Parliament building and headed to one of the refugee camps. This one was commonly known as Bilgewater. A strange name, but then again, so was this world. Food and supplies were being handed out to the refugees and what caught her eyes was the fact that a boy was among those helping out. That wasn't entirely a common thing. [member="Boo Chiyo"] should probably be playing with the other kids. But then there was something curiously odd about him. She approached him at his side. "Need a hand?"

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Marcus Solstice
Galactic Republic Interim Supreme Commander
(Interlude for the events of "Debriefing")
Post: 3/20

On a world far, far away Marcus Solstice, who had been filling in for Commander Hadrix, was notified of Senator [member=Faith Balor-Organa]'s meeting with the newly elected Supreme Chancellor, [member=Jack Sparrow]. "Based on the voice patterns, it's them sir." His second notified him. Marcus thanked the man and asked for the collected data to be routed to his commlink through backchannels in the building's secured communications systems. GRIM Agents spied on more than just visiting diplomats and suspected terrorists, and today was an example of one of those days.

Marcus reviewed the incoming information and after reading all he felt he needed, prepared a copy of the transmission in a diplomatic packet that would travel along the most secure channels. As a Republic diplomatic message the transmission would be impervious to wandering eyes, which was what Marcus needed at the moment. Hopefully Hadrix would receive it swiftly, though Marcus had no idea where in the Galaxy the woman was located. He had a tracker commlink frequency with which to contact her that was only traceable by those who knew it, but that wouldn't help him identify her location. What he did know was that Senator Organa could no longer be trusted. None of the Republic officials had even attempted to contact Hadrix in order to ascertain what had happened at Roche, they insisted on listening only to the raving and baseless narratives of Organa and her Mandalorian backers. Kol'k Oto, the willful perpetrator of the atrocities on Nickel One, remained in Republic military custody and had yet to be questioned by anyone of import within the Republic government.
Marcus felt it was time the Supreme Chancellor learn the truth of what had happened at Roche, and away from the prying ears of individuals like Organa. He gathered his datapad and comlink, then alerted his second that he was leaving. "I'm hoping to intercept the Chancellor, but I want an agent observing from a distance at all times. I have no idea what Organa is up to, but considering Alderaan's recent developments, I highly suspect she's working with the Mandalorians." Marcus' aide nodded and got to work assigning a local GRIM agent as Marcus left the government building.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Objective C: Refugee Assistance
Post: 2/20


"Thank you," Evelin said to the soldier who greeted her, a Togruta male. She couldn't help but study his armor for a few moments as she listened to him. "I don't mean to be a bother, and I know everyone must be very, busy but -- " she fell silent when the soldier was dismissed. Evelin watched him go with a faint smile before turning her attention to the woman who had dismissed Irban. She strode forward and met the woman with a firm handclasp, shaking resolutely.



"Yes," she said pleasantly. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lord Commander. I was just telling your subordinate -- Irban, was it? -- that we don't wish to intrude or take anyone away from important work. But when we heard of the situation here on Altier, we had to do something." She glanced at her ship dubiously; it clearly did not haul a lot of cargo. "It's not much, but it's everything we could spare at the moment." She turned her eyes back to the Lord Commander and inclined her head. "Can you tell me what exactly happened here? The report we received was sketchy -- poverty, disease, desperate need -- but provided no particulars."

[member="Ali Hadrix"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 2 of 20
Objective B: Primeval missionary work
Location: Refugee Camp "Bilgewater"
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Amphistaff, Prayer Chain (Reverie crystal), Go! mobile comlink

Working alongside a handful of other volunteers, the young Pantoran was focused on erecting the frame for a building that would serve as a school for the children of the refugee camp.

As four men struggled with raising one side of the structure, the young 'tween' merely closed his eyes as he held up his hands. Communed in silence with all the feelings he kept bottled up inside. The pain of memories growing up in a place like this one, worse than this one, and on a world with no excuse for such poverty. The anger. The bitterness made manifest through the cold aura that radiated from out of the small form, as the side of the frame seemed to lift itself from off the ground. Raised into place, awaiting the other volunteers to join it with the other walls to complete the basic outline of the school-to-be.

Leaving one hand outstretched, the boy held the section of unfinished wall in place as he heard a voice address him.

Turning his head, the boy looked up to see a dark haired human. "Know much about construction?" the boy inquired curiously, with a nod toward the school they were constructing. Of course, it could also double as a local kirk -- a Primeval term analogous to shrine. "If so, maybe you can teach me," the boy added with a smile.

He was, after all, an assassin. Not a builder. But it was nice to build something for a change, rather than tearing it down.

[member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Ali Hadrix, CSAF Commandos
Objective C: Refugee Assistance
Post: 4/20

"There's a lot more going on here than we knew when we arrived," Ali replied, turning and gesturing toward the sprawling refugee camp that seemed to go on for miles. "Altier was gracious enough to open itself to refugees from all over the Galaxy, but the toll it has taken on their economy is...mounting. They approached the Republic for assistance, and membership. We're here providing medical care, organizing labor for those who need work, and helping families displaced by war find one another." Ali withheld the information regarding the cult for the moment, then looked back to the other woman, "But don't worry about any supplies you have brought. The Republic has all it needs, save for fresh minds with fresher ideas. That's what we really need. I understand the Resistance is not as well funded and supported as it needs to be, perhaps that's something we can discuss." Ali led Evelin away from her shuttle and toward a small tactical operations center they had established nearby from a prefabricated structure. The building was more like a hardstand tent, roughly 4m x 4m. The walls were lined with data terminals and holodisplays, with a large holoprojector resting at the center of the room. CSAF soldiers were shuffling back and forth as they collected reports and organized the transit of supplies and personnel.
"For now, we've got a bigger problem on our hands. A cult, the Followers of Balagoth, they call themselves." Ali stepped over to the holoprojector and queued the display of the region. The refugee camp in their sector of land was outlined in red. "There have been murders in the camps," Ali reported as numerous red dots began to populate on the map. "For a while it was once a night, but they've increased in the last week." Ali looked up at Evelin through the T-shaped visor of her helm. "I hear good things about the Resistance. Help me with this cult, and I'll help you with the First Order."

[member=Evelin Redstar]​