Do the dead talk? [GR dominion for Altier]

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: A,B
Posts:4/20

Kay just watched in amazement at the feat accomplished by the young boy. She didn't mean to spoil his concentration at all and was glad that there were plenty of volunteers on hand to help.

At [member="Boo Chiyo"] 's question, she nodded her head. "I used to build forts when I was little to play in, but those were mostly in trees. Still, the principle is the same." She approached the standing bit of frame, as well as a second frame that some of the volunteers were holding. Grabbing a few nails and a hammer, she stepped over to the corner. "Bring the top away from me a bit. We have to tilt the frame a bit more to get a 90 degree angle. We're off by about an inch at the top." With a proper foundation, this would have been easier. But she hoped that they made the best of it.

 

[Ander Wyne]

Objective: D "Spy games"
[1/20]

Though Ander had come down on one of the Republic ships, you'd never be able to tell it from watching him walk around. He had come down armored and outfitted like a generic Republic trooper, then vanished into the refugee city and changed. His armor was ensconced in a drop point and would be retrieved by a Republic operative and returned to the armory. For the remained of his mission here, Ander was just another of the milling mass of refugees. He'd had his face altered slightly, adding ridges at the edges of his temple and wore retinal spoofing contacts. The changes were small, easy, yet decidedly effective. Instead of armor, stealth suit, or uniform, he was wearing dingy hand-me-down clothes of local make. He'd made sure to dust himself with the local dust, looking like another of the masses in the crowd.

He'd been given the mission to root out any cells of enemy spies, and the first course of action was to see what was happening in the camps. Something that many professional spies even forgot was that the disenfranchised around the galaxy often saw more than they knew, and more than people assumed they knew. The trick about getting information on them, however, wasn't in asking. A curious fellow drew attention, but one who was just passing information was likely to be met with the same.

"Man, did you see those strangers that came in from the eastern side of camp?" he said as he grabbed a cup of water from an aid worker and sat down at a table in a dining area. He didn't meet anyone's eyes, instead letting himself keep checking the corners and exits. Paranoia was common to those who were recently unable to remain at home and were now in a new place with new people. The other refugees glanced him over, then went back to their eating or drinking.

"Nope. Though I've made it a point to stay away from the eastern edge. The Rodians there have connections." A man said, sitting down the table from him.

"Come to think of it..." He started, then paused as if thinking something through. This was his third food tent, and his first possibly useful tidbit. "Those fellows seemed to be heading towards that big tent that bully Krev took for himself and his cadre." He shared. There hadn't been any strangers, today at least, but intel had provided information on the biggest names in the refugee camp, and Krev was the meanest of the Rodians.

The other man simply shrugged and nodded. "Makes sense, they have to be getting their spare rations and stuff from somewhere." The man said, then stood up, done with his meal. He emptied his trash, then moved to the line of servers, switching someone else out. Life in the camps could be trite if you didn't start helping out.

Ander nodded sagely, then drank the rest of his water slowly. When he was done, he went around and cleaned up a few tables, playing the part of one who'd been in the camps a while. When he was done he moved out of the dining tent and turned to the north. He'd walk a ways that way, meander west a bit, then north again. He'd mix in some cut backs and back tracks to make sure he didn't have a tale.

Then, he'd need to visit the Rodians.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 3 of 20
Objective B: Primeval missionary work
Location: Refugee Camp "Bilgewater"
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Amphistaff, Prayer Chain (Reverie crystal), Go! mobile comlink

She jumped right into the work.

He could appreciate the enthusiasm. And the assistance. "As you wish," the young Pantoran answered simply, upon being asked to adjust the position of the piece. Bringing up his left hand, the youngling alternated movement of both arms as the section of wall continued to move and levitate as though suspended on invisible wires. The Dark Side of the Force rippled outward, the biting cold of the eerie aura manifested in a thin layer of frost which traced down the boy's forearms as he dipped back into that deep-seated well of emotion and connected with the Force.

"So what brings you to Bilgewater?" the youth asked curiously.

He hadn't asked if she was local. He could look at her and tell that she was not. Well clothed. Well fed. Healthy color. At least, as humans went. Their pink-to-tan hues were something of an enigma to discern really. Still, she obviously didn't belong in the refugee camp, so something had to have brought her here.

Of course, he was one to talk. For starters, he was Pantoran. Safe bet he was the only blue kid in town.

[member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Jeron Verity]

Galven Solomon, GOMM
Objective F: Support CSAF
Post: 1/20
[member="Ali Hadrix"]


Galven had received word of the Ali Hadrix' location and situation, and had been in contact through Holo communications. Galven was aboard a Redeemer-class Heavy Frigate, escorted by two Bloat-class Armed Corvette, leading an escort and rescue mission.


[member="Evelin Redstar"] [member="Rexus Drath"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]


"Attention Galactic Republic," Galven broadcasted on all frequences, "I am here in support of CSAF, and I can provide you light support for the situation at hand." Galven started to issue orders to the Bloat-classes and they approached the planet further, with one opening its hangar bay doors and allowing two standard transports to exit and proceed down to the planet, entering its atmosphere. The Transports were given Ali Hadrix' last known location as they touched down, dropping off a few dozen troops that would follow Ali Hadrx' orders when they found her.

"If you contact me, and request assistance, I will see what I can do. Also... CSAF, if you need any more assistance, do ask. Please try to contact the soldiers I have touched down on the planet for you." Galven finished the transmission and sat back in his Captain's chair aboard his Redeemer, hopefully soon the Genesis will be complete, as this Redeemer was a poor upgrade from his Gladiator, and he will be needing much better defense when the Mandalorians come for him and Ali.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: A,B
Posts: 5/20

Once [member="Boo Chiyo"] set the angle right, Kay took one of the nails and started hammering it in. Then she reached higher up and hammered a nail there too. Finally she crouched down and hammered a final nail at knee level. It was when the third nail was hammered in that she heard the boy's question. "I'm here to help where I can. Altier will soon be joining the Republic, so it's up to the Republic to show them the benefits of such a union. I volunteered for the task."

She turned her attention to the other workers and helped them to lift another section of the frame. Once they had it held in place, she grabbed some more nails and started hammering like before. With three wall frames up, the last should be easy. Then proper supports could be put in place to stabilize the structure once they were finished any adjustments that needed to be made.

Kay then stepped back towards the boy, admiring their handiwork. With her Force signature shrunk down, she didn't pick up on the Darkside so easily from him, especially as he remained calm. But she did notice a seemingly drop in the temperature when she got closer to him. She pretended not to notice however, as that would be easier. "What about you? What brings you here?"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 4 of 20
Objective B: Primeval missionary work
Location: Refugee Camp "Bilgewater"
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Amphistaff, Prayer Chain (Reverie crystal), Go! mobile comlink

Ah, the Galactic Republic.

Nothing inspired confidence as much as the words, 'I'm from the government. And I'm here to help.' Governments failed people all the time and bureaucracy was more prevention than cure. But faith? Faith compelled people to do what governments were often incapable or inefficient at accomplishing. Undertaking enormous responsibility not for the sake of some government program, but because it was morally right.

He wondered if the aid workers from the Republic would continue to be as interested in places such as Bilgewater when the welcoming party was done and the Republic left to care for a world struggling with real economic problems, on top of all the economic hardships the Republic was dealing with elsewhere.

Still, the woman was here, now, and that meant for something. "Ah," the boy noted simply, acknowledging what the woman said, though little more than that.

As for himself? "Missionary work with my delos," the boy supplied, invoking the Primeval word that was roughly synonymous with 'church' or 'congregation.' Fumbling around his pockets for a moment, he found a crumpled up strip of flimsaplast which contained the basic tenants of the Primeval or Sargonism. Dusting it off, the youth held the religious tract out for her in case she'd like to take it.

"We're having a worship service at sunset, if you're interested."

Hey, she was probably not interested but what was the harm? The Republic believed in freedom of religion, didn't they?

[member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective:A, B
Posts: 6/20

His delos? She hadn't heard the term before. Perhaps the boy meant his teacher? Or father? Or...something. But then he handed her the leaflet. Kay took it in hand and looked it over. Primeval? She did a bit of healing work for them, when she was stuck on a world that they had invaded. Healing their wounded was her payment for not getting hurt and getting a ride off planet. That was before she joined the Republic.

And now one of them was here. Odd turn of events. But this worship service.....could it be the Death cult? She had to find out. She made a promise to the government of Altier that she would get rid of them. Yet how could she get rid of something that she knew so little about? Knowledge was key. And [member="Boo Chiyo"] was her ticket for that. "Sure, I'll go. Couldn't hurt to learn of the cultures on this world." Yeah that was a safe way to say it. Kay knew that she had to be on guard however. Her gut feelings told her that.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 5 of 20
Objective B: Primeval missionary work
Location: Refugee Camp "Bilgewater"
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Amphistaff, Prayer Chain (Reverie crystal), Go! mobile comlink

A haunting melody rose from out of the congregation.

For the sake of expediency, this writer would progress the scene to the worship service. In which some of the believers took up snakes. The amphistaff that had been curled around the young Pantoran's form passing from person to person as the blue-skinned boy sang with the handful of people who formed the choir in the start-up church of the Primeval faith. For it's part, the biot seemed rather nonplussed by the constant handling.

Almost all were holding a prayer chain similar in many respects to the one that the boy carried in one hand. They would pull the various icons and beads through their fingers as rote prayers and dogmatic meditation were performed as part of the worship. The group worshiped in what would be considered a kirk. A small vestibule housed icons representative of the spirits that they adored, but there was no physical house of worship. Instead, the world around them was that church.

"There are those who do not believe, because they do not see. I've never seen the wind. I've seen the effect of the wind, but I've never seen the wind," the man who served as the leader of the missionaries could be heard remarking. "The voice of Halrormalenth is like the wind. You feel it. You know it's there. The whispers are all around you. The wind, the grass -- but what is faith if not the evidence of things unseen?"

If [member="Lady Kay"] was expecting human sacrifices or bloodletting, she might be disappointed.

When the worship had ended, the Pantoran emerged from out of the small choir to recover the amphistaff. Curling around his torso, the biot slithered in a speeding blur to nose-dive down the boy's shirt.

 

[Ryan]

The Drea's Revenge​

Heavily Modified XS stock Light Freighter​

Objective: E and --->once the delegation is assembled
Location: 50 kilometers away from the capital, tucked away in a small clearing.
Crew: [member="Marius"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Rika Anor"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Gruk"] [member="Chee Saren"]
Posts: 1/20

The heavily costumed XS Light Freighter with the infamous skull shaped bridge sat patiently, grounded in an open field surrounded by a dense forest, waiting there unsuspecting victims to fall into their web. The crew's usual victims would have been easy marks like the refugees they had been pillaging for the last week. Captain Serg Leone hadn't lived this long by pecking at the impossible. He had himself a light sized ship, built for speed and to take a hit but dishing it out with caps were not in her operation mandate. She was built to prey upon the weak, like most independent Pirates fed upon. But this day was a different day and the Pirate Captain had his eyes set on a far bigger prize.


Serg rested comfortably with his feet up upon the left hand side of the pilot's command console. His captain's chair was slightly reclined back with his weapon's belt hung off a head rest with both his blasters and sword holstered and sheathed to it. The Morellian's green greatcoat hung wide open exposing his godly chiseled abs framed in a skin tight yellow undershirt. He sat there watching the various data screens for intel, a task he had been at for the past hour. He didn't really need to sit there and hawk the bridge, the AI system would alert him and the crew of any incoming ships or vehicles that hit their sensor range along with a certain comm message he was waiting for. He just loved sitting on the bridge, his ass placed upon the captain chair. There wasn't much in the galaxy Serg would hold dear to his heart but the ship was his one true love and the crew that came with it.

Life couldn't get any better then this.......................

Oh wait it can. Serg gripped his bantha horn ale mug filled with Corellian Spiced ale and tipped it to his lips, sipping his favorite spirit with much delight. Yes, this certainly a day in a life of a pirate.

 

[Elaine Thul]

[member="Morse Sunrider"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Evelin Redstar"] [member="Rexus Drath"]
Objective: C
1/20

Most of them possibly saw waifs and strays and the destitute, not her she saw employees. As such she set up a recruitment station, to see who she could hire. She had few jobs that did not need skills, to start with. Though with food and training she saw future security contract, and local employees to fill it. There where some necessary background checks for her to do on people here, who signed up. She also had a few none security jobs, like office work for the local payroll, quarter masters to keep the gear in check. Last but not least, she would need to get a contract with the powers that be. Though the first thing she would need to do is recruit local refugees, well for this she had things to start with. Three meals a day, a basic wage, and a uniform, and when they finished a side arm and a stun baton. After some of house thul soldiers set up a recruitment base, and spread leaflets out. She head off to find out who is in charge, so she could try and get a security contract.

 

[Alleycat]

Objective: E
Location: Aboard Drea's Revenge ground side, 50 km from capital
Crew: [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Gruk"] [member="Chee Saren"] [member="Marius"]
Post: 1/20

Rika slipped her waist-length jacket on over the mid-drift halter top she wore, then pulled the double-holster around her slender waist and adjusted the heavy blaster pistols in each to hang just right off her shapely hips to be tied off on her tone thighs that were covered in nicely fitted trousers. The orange-hued Twi'lek checked the spring-knife on her wrist, then slid extra power packs into the inside pockets of her jacket. The thermal detonators would be the last thing she'd grab before going on their merry way to the planned party along with her E-11 blaster rifle.

Making her way to the cockpit through the heavily modified XS stock light freighter from her cabin, heeled high-leather boots clicked on the decking. Rika knew where to find the Corellian Devil before a mission; sitting on either of his two thrones. Thankfully, Serg was situated in the captain's chair looking pretty relaxed drinking no doubt a spicy Corellian ale.

"Ahoy Cap'n… How much longer we be? I'm in the mood to have me some fun," the peach-colored Twi'lek smirked, her real lekku twitching playfully as she came up along side of him. "NEO is ready to be deployed when we need him," Rika spoke of her floating security droid, N-33-0.

 

[Marius]

Objective: E
Location: Aboard Drea's Revenge
Crew: [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Gruk"] [member="Chee Saren"] [member="Rika Anor"]
[[ 1/20 ]]


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They had finally left that wretched planet of Ord Antalaha where Marius had been previously stuck before being employed by the notorious captain Serg Leone. An eccentric blood thirsty pirate. That man was his only ticket of leaving Ord Antalaha and reluctantly Marius had bought it.
The rest of the crew that the man had recruited back on that cursed planet were... unique.

A near-human female which specialized in delivering illusions via holoprojections to the naked eye, yet they were obvious to the Mandalorian's helmet. What role possibly could she play in such a cutthroat convention was unknown to Marius, more like a voluntary prey for the captain's lust. Whatever the reason was, the Teresman did not care.

Next was the wookie who had previously aimed his bowcaster towards the captain in the cantina on Ord Antalaha. He had in away abandoned his female kin who was dangerously shot by the captain himself. The wookie had done no different than what Marius had done when he remained with the crew rather than going with the wounded female wookie to help her out. Sometimes a warrior had to take difficult decisions.

When Marius had boarded the freighter named "Drea's Revenge" he had got to know the others of the crew. Got to know was an exaggeration when he had simply nodded to those inside and found solitude in a section of the ship which seemed abandoned. Marius decided to stay there and keep his distance from the rest. He was not a big fan of pirates and criminals, generally. Ironically, he had to be one in order to ever see Mandalorian space again.

The crew's first mission was later, during hyperspace, briefed by the captain. His way of speaking as always seemed incomprehensible but the Mandalorian was able to understand why they were currently located on a grassy clearing on a planet going by the name of Altier.

An ambush.​

Or so the Mandalorian understood. They were awaiting prey that the crew would capture and thus gather tons of credits, if Marius had to judge by the captain's devilish greedy grin. No matter, the Mandalorian would pay the price of leaving Ord Antalaha to the Captain. It would be dishonorable if he did not do so. Teresmen and Mandalorian cultures both shared similiarities on the thematic of honor. Marius would not allow himself to differ from his cultures.

 

[Gruk]

Objective: E
Location: Drea's Revenge
Allies: [member="Marius"] [member="Rika Anor"] [member="Serg Leone"]
Enemies: Weaklings

Deep within the ship's cargo hold the sounds of breaking bones and flesh being devoured in sick snapping noises radiated off the metallic walls and could be heard down the halls. Crouched atop some sort of small furry animal the massive hulk of muscle and rage tore into the poor creatures gut like a savage animal. It's arms pinning its prey at the neck and hind legs as it continued to tear into it.

The creature known as Gruk lifted its head up and let out a savage howling roar before diving back in for seconds. Squishing wet noises would continue for a few more minutes before it all came to a halt. Standing up with blood drenching their mouth and chin down their neck and covering his armor, Gruk walked over to the cargo bay door leaving nothing but bones, hide, and scraps left on the floor. The Graug grabbed their hunters bow and rifle before walking out the door and into the main corridor of the ship still covered in his prey's blood.

Passing a small empty room in the hallway he looked over to see the mandalorian by himself, secluded. The Graug grinned to himself and stepped in front of the automatic door. Pressing a button on the panel beside it the door opened upward to reveal the massive Graug covered in blood and gore holding his rifle in the low carry position with its muzzle pointed to the ground.

"Mando... dog." Gruk paused and let out a throaty low growl.

"Get... captain... assemble." Gruk struggled with his words a bit more then flashed his blood stained fangs at the mando before walking off down the corridor to see what the plan was.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: E
Location: Aboard Drea's Revenge ground side, 50 km from capital
Crew: [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Tartatha"] [member="Gruk"] [member="Rika Anor"] Marius
Post: 1/20

Chee was in the armory fitting his light armor on. It was a simple breast and back plate, sleeveless, and a black leather jacket tossed over it. His pants were leather, which helped if in bladed combat. The sunfire Twi'lek was best in close quartered combat as he'd been a trained warrior of his people. The Captain had something up his sleeve, and Chee never asked questions, but today, he wanted to. His brain tails twitched as he stuck his boot knives in place. Two kukri blades sat against the small of his back hidden by his jacket, and twin blasters sat in a pair of shoulder holsters which he wore. A single DL-44 sat on right hip, and since this was potentially going to be a mess, a Deecee was slung over his shoulder.

The Twi'lek made his way for the bridge where Serg was supposed to be. He liked to avoid Gruk when he could the old child's song of bones being crushed into bread came to mind around him. Walking through the corridor he found the captain was not alone. Rika was with him, and his eyes were instinctively drawn to the prosthetic on her right brain tail. There was a slight curiosity in whether or not the sensation of it was the same, but he certainly didn't want to go through what he'd have to in order to find out what it was like. Chee knew enough to know that losing the lekku had likely been the most painful experience she had ever experienced, and one a he'd hoped to never experience.

"Everyone is just about ready Captain. Gruk is telling everyone to assemble with the captain, and seems in his... usual... mood."

Chee grabbed his datapad and started reading over a few profiles of potential targets. If this went like it usually did, Chee was going to have try and milk whoever they went after for information. If not, then it was time pillage, kill, break things, and steal whatever he could carry.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: A, B
Posts: 7/20

Kay watched from the back, arms folded across her chest not in defiance, but rather to make herself feel more secure. [member="Boo Chiyo"] had a beautiful voice that harmonized well with the rest of the choir, yet stood out at the right moments.

The leader's words made sense to a certain degree. The same that he had said about the wind could be said of the Force and the spirits of the fallen. Some things you only feel with your heart. She felt the goodness in her late husband before she saw it in action. He didn't become the cruel warrior that his Masters wanted him to be.

She didn't quite know what to expect from such a service, so it was eye opening for sure. That strange creature that slipped into the boy's shirt was something to ask about later. Maybe this wasn't the Death Cult that the government was do afraid of, but then again, first impressions weren't always the truest ones.

Kay approached the boy when it was all finished. "I have never seen a service by anyone before. Are they all like this?"

 

[Camori Fenn]

Objective: E
Posts: 1/20
location: Drea's Revenge

Camori sat in silence in the ship's quarters, giving a final inspection to her E-5. the massive particle rifle had been heavily modified, incorporating the same kyber crystal designs used by the first order, boosting its stopping power far beyond the original. it was her most valued possession, and one of the few things in the galaxy she could admit to feeling affection towards.

satisfied that the gun was pristine, she hefted the nearly 20kg rifle over her shoulder and made her way for the bridge. Assuming it all went well, today would be very profitable.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 6 of 20
Objective B: Primeval missionary work
Location: Refugee Camp "Bilgewater"
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Amphistaff, Prayer Chain (Reverie crystal), Go! mobile comlink

Once inside of his shirt, the amphistaff rammed it's head up underneath the boy's arm and began trying to tunnel into the sleeve.

Were all services like this? "You mean, Primeval?" the young Pantoran asked, as he awkwardly fumbled to reach inside his shirt to recover the playful biot. There were many religions in the galaxy, from the Children of Mani to the Cult of Varn or the Church of Infitine Perception. Some, like the B'omarr were based on the adoration of secular principles such as intellectualism as a form of enlightenment. Others, like the Davrilat, were based on complex harmonics. As religions followed any number of patterns or no pattern at all, no two were anything alike.

The amphistaff's tail began wagging, slapping the child in the face as he continued to work to try and get the biot out of his shirt. "This was pretty normal," the boy began, before having to jerk his head away as the biot's tail briefly flicked inside of his mouth. For the record, amphistaff tasted terrible.

Finally, the boy lifted his arm up in the air, with the amphistaff held triumphantly... well, not in his shirt any longer. For it's part, the biot curled around the boy's arm as it's head darted in different directions as if infinitely curious about its surroundings. Lowering his arm, the boy cradled the snake-like creature's head, rubbing underneath its chin, as he continued speaking, "Riftborne services can be a little..."

Scary?

Violent?

Masochistic?

"...uh, well, they just have a lot going on," the boy concluded finally, looking back over at the woman.

[member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective A - Diplomatic talks
1/20

Faith was traveling on a Republic vessel, she had not stepped away from any of her duties as a Senator, as a representative of Alderaan. Even if the only seat she had was this, it was still worth something to go and attend the meetings.

Meetings presented information that helped her to deal with her sister and mother. And with those that looked to her She would be landing soon, she had already dispatched agents onto Altier to gather what intelligence they could that would help with the negotiations.

It was hard to be in this spot right now, knowing her sister and mother worked to keep Alderaan from the Republic, and she standing in the middle understanding their reasons, and yet hesitant to let go.

They'd be landing soon, and then the talks would begin.

She made sure to take an aspirin before heading into the talks.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: C to A
Unsure: [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Chee Saren"] [member="Camori Fenn"] @Gruk @Rika Anor [member="Marius"], my security guards may have to help.
Near by: [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Elphaba nic Arose"]


2/20

Elaine was trying to find someone to give her a security contract, then she got a message that their as some diplomatic talks going on. She decide it was the place to go, as she may find someone there to pay for security. As she left her training camp with her security detail, it was a fire team armed with Scout Carbines, and light combat armour, plus a side arm. She was not wearing armour at this time, but did have her trusty lightsaber hidden. She would be informed if she was needed, back at the camp. As she had left a group of training instructors there, and she had already hired a hundred green security guards. Who would known the prospect of a small wage, and three meals a day and bed would be so enticing to these people. Though know she a contract to secure there new jobs, she need something for them to guard. So she took a speeder to diplomatic center, she hated politics, but that was where business was done.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective:A
Posts:8/20


http://jaytuffluck.blogspot.ca/2012/03/bill-teds-excellent-adventure-future.html?m=1


The members of the Altier government did what they always did. They sat and waited while everyone did the work for them. Earlier in the day they had sent Senator Kay off with their terms. Get rid of the Death Cult, help the refugees and then Altier would join the Republic fold. Seemed simple enough, yet the all male (though some looked feminine) Government lost all hope for that once they had seen that the Republic had sent a woman to complete the task. In their point of view it showed weakness, as if the Republic was stretching itself out too far and there weren't enough men to keep up. Perhaps once Altier joins the fold, members of their own Government would help the Republic grow in strength again.

Their collective thoughts and murmerings were interrupted once [member="Elaine Thul"] entered their Hall. Another woman. They were beginning to wonder if there were any men left at all in the Republic, or maybe they died in battle? Regardless, they addressed her.

"Do you have an update on the elimination of the Death Cult?" It was of course their top priority.