Dominion Fallen World | First Order Dominion of Najarka

[Audrey Saint George]

Audrey pushed through the foliage of the woodland, enjoying the mixed bouquet of smells surrounding them: the delicate earthiness of the trees, the light floral notes of the flora that grew up from the underbrush, the bright notes of the unique chemical makeup of the air on this world -- breathable, but different. She hated to have to hack through the environment, so she made paths by pushing carefully through instead, cutting only when necessary.

Ivor's observation cut through, and she halted, reorienting herself. She followed his gaze northwest of their position and saw them. A group of the primates, their white fur brilliant against the greens and browns of the forest. "I see them," she said, pulling a pair of binoculars from her belt. Audrey held them up to her eyes and observed the creatures for a few moments before saying: "I believe we've got two males and two females. Perhaps we can get them all at once. I can only imagine it would be easier to wake up among friends."

A beat. "Or whatever the kichiocolias' equivalent of friend is," she amended. They proceeded forward carefully until they were within range of the tranquilizer dart. "Right. Let's try to synchronize as much as we can. Line up your shots... I'll try to hit the fourth one. Maybe it won't run." She tucked her binoculars away and lifted her tranquilizer gun, aiming carefully down the sights. "Ready? Three... two... one... fire!" she whispered.

Resurgent Narrative​

 

[Bellam Malhan]

Resurgent Narrative || Phoenix Edorath

The AT-STs were almost comical. As an infantryman, he'd have shit himself. There wasn't any way around that fact. The scout walkers were terrifying for anything on foot. But to a tank? Well, their light armor was fun. This was not to say they couldn't be dangerous, but they were designed quite specifically to mop-up or screen for the heavier combat walkers. Missile launcher could be dangerous, but looked unarmed. Light blaster cannons more nuisance than threat. These were likely pirates, rather than trained soldiers, and the tech was ancient. This was likely maintained for the fear factor.

The train of thought took him a fraction of a second, and then he spied the other two joining the first. Around him, the other tanks were forming up. So much for avoiding shelling.

A throaty chuckle entirely incongruous with their situation emanated from his throat. There was no use for a panic in a tank. If you fought something heavier and better armed than you, you made the most of what you had while you retreated. If you faced something of your level or weaker, well, then you just opened fire. He longed for his simulator, where he could experience the old days of solid shot, sloped armor tanks. Laser cannons made such tactics as angling a thing of the past. He'd settle for explosions for today.

"Open fire. Crack those cans."​

 

[Resurgent Narrative]

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Vekshi got the word out to Vega and Rajaverde regarding the wilderbeast.​

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Vega and Rajaverde however had found that out for themselves as they reached the geothermal energy center and had gone through several of the works. Wilderbeast gummed them up something fierce, however; there were droids on standby and had never been utilized. Such so that the two men decided to take hold of the droids programming station and gear them to clean up the muck in the geothermal energy center. In the meanwhile, they would have to bait and wrangle the beasts.​

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Vekshi felt helpless on the matter but decided rather than pout on it he would give his advice to the men. How to best distract the beast and perhaps persuade them top side. He would have teams at the ready to create more suitable areas for the creatures that would not directly impact the geothermal energy center. Chatter on the comms regarding the sudden fight around the Complex and more importantly the Biological Research Center came around to Vega.​

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The First Order would not give up on Najarka and neither would Vega. Once the droids had cleared some of the works up, Vega could then work on properly reactivating the energy center and give life back to Najarka itself. Teams fresh from Absit would touch down on Najarka and rush to the geothermal energy center. Their goal would be to bring the planet to life all the while working side by side with the suggestions brought to them by Sor-Jan Xantha to create a back-up power system so that this catastrophic shutdown would not happen again.​

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Ivor quietly got down beside the two women to him the smells, were just smells, there was nothing glorious or terrible about them. Still, he knew Vernice well enough to know she wouldn't want to be there for long. On Dr. Chrisholm's part, Ivor wasn't wrong, she hated being here and while her counterpart seemed to be more a touch more delicate to the local fauna. Chrisholm wasn't, perhaps that was the Core speaking, where towers of durasteel and glass ruled the day.​

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Even so, she didn't cut indiscriminately the natural way of the planet had to be preserved as best as possible. White fur stood out against the green and brown colors of the jungle. She directed her attention toward the primates, "one should think so, waking up among friends that is, better than alone." Commented Dr. Chrisholm as she readied her tranquilizer gun. Ivor just as well readied his and remarked, "I'm a quick shot, Doctor."​

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Once she had given the order, the man kept his word in the time it took the women to take out one each, he had taken out two. A credit to the training he had received prior to joining Dr. Chrisholm. "Let's tag them, and move on to the next set," remarked Ivor matter-of-factly.​

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Audrey Saint George

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Marasigan steadily worked to apply stims and medication to the Moff. "Stang indeed, there won't be much left once it's over and if not from us. Then from our wonderful soon-to-be-dead compadres throwing mortars our way, bite down on this." She gave the Moff a bite guard and grabbed hold of the stim needle. It wasn't so much that it was going to hurt but that where it was being injected was going to add insult to injury to put it plainly. Once the nurse had finished with that task she continued her conversation, "I'd say it was definitely the too-stealthy bit, however; that only means he's going to mess up and leave a trail."​

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"Soon, we're working on clearing out a safe landing zone for the ambulatory ships and evac shuttles," remarked Marasigan. "We'll get you aboard an evac shuttle for your ship and get you out to safety." The area where the two occupied had quickly become an impromptu forward operating base. The shouting of orders and the roll of equipment and vehicles were sounded around the tent the two women sat in. A tent that was quickly filling up, "we'll start with moving you to an evac tent."​

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The Chief Nursing Officer would call for Ana-Sera Beliq and Nix to keep the Moff safe in the interim.​

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Meanwhile CD had heard the magic words from his Sergeant. "Open fire. Crack those cans."​

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CD if it was the one thing that Pvt. Callias "Shaky" Deastris was good at, was firing the gun of that tank. His aim was true and his shots were fast, he aimed exactly where he needed to in order to 'crack' open the AT-STs. The tanks went ham on their opponents and the men who crewed them were quickly starting to realize that they were on the losing side of the battle. Even with their artillery firing the line of AT-STs wouldn't hold out for much longer against the tanks of the First Order. ​

Safe to say that by the end of this skirmish the First Order would have properly taken Najarka, and provided its people with power and a solution to maintain its energy grid. The Najarkan Authorities would be pressed on the Warlord that had suddenly made a last-minute appearance. And at least two of them would give him up to intelligence when persuaded. When it was all said and done, Najarka happily joined the First Order's ever-growing family of worlds. ​

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Bellam Malhan | Renata Westaway | Phoenix Edorath ​

 

[Lydia Reed]

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Across the First Order on holovisions tuned to the Camden Media Group, a fanfare sounded heralding a Camden Media Group Breaking News Alert™. The regular anchor looked earnestly into the camera. "This is a Camden Media Group Breaking News Alert. We go now live to the Najarka system where senior correspondent Lydia Finn-Camden is reporting live. Lydia?"

The image shifted to Lydia, standing in front of the flaming ruins of the Imperial Complex on Najarka. "Thank you, Riala. I'm coming to you live from the ancient Imperial Complex here on Najarka with a stunning turn of events. I've been told that a routine mission to secure the facility here became an all out battle when negotiations between the First Order and squatters at this facility were crashed by a warlord terrorist of some extraction. As you can see behind me, the battle was fierce, leading to a nearly complete destruction of the facility. The facility was hundreds of years old, a relic of the old Galactic Empire."

She paused to glance over her shoulder at the burning wreckage, then turned somberly back to the camera. "Details on the identity of the warlord have not been released to the press, but I'm told the battle wounded several First Order personnel, including former Moff Renata Westaway, who was on hand as part of the negotiating team in hopes of making this facility a refugee processing facility, this in connection with her new role as Chair of the First Order Refugee Council. Her injuries are not life-threatening, and in fact we're told no First Order personnel were killed during the battle. The whereabouts of the terrorist warlord have not been divulged to the press."

She shifted, the camera turning to capture the landing area. "The First Order came to Najarka at the rest of its local government. According to reports, the geothermal plants that powered this world -- the only sustainable method given the world's distance from the Najarka system's sun -- were inexplicably struggling to provide the power required. First Order engineers, with assistance from Corellia Digital personnel, were able to resolve the issue, which stemmed from an unauthorized attempt to tap into the system by the warlord terrorist at the Imperial Complex As a result of this partnership, the provisional government of Najarka has agreed to join the First Order. Administrative details will be forthcoming."

Lydia shifted again, the camera coming closer. "On a lighter note, a test initiative (code-named Project Exodus) was put into effect here on Najarka to great success. The plan, which seeks to preserve and protect species under threat of extinction, was initially set in motion to ensure the survival of Najarka's native species: kichiocolias, wilderbeasts, and others. The plan to obtain, through humane means, several breeding pairs of each species was successful, as members of the First Order's scientific community sedated, transported, and successfully evacuated dozens of life forms from the world. They will receive world-class veterinary and xenobiological care before being placed in safekeeping at research facilities in climates resembling their native world."

She beamed into the camera. "This has been a Camden Media Group Breaking News Alert. Reporting live from Najarka, I'm Lydia Finn-Camden. Back to Riala in the studio."

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective: Cultural Acquisitions For Prosperity

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Command Shuttle
Najarka; Najarka System

The flight down to the planet was uneventful. Mitth'orn'eruod sat back in one of the seats, red eyes half-closed, as he scanned information on a datapad held in his blue fingers. He had determined a local village that appeared quite developed, compared to a lot of other settlements on the planet, and had decided that would likely contain the more important cultural pieces for preservation. Yet, a part of the Chiss wondered if the natives truly needed to be remembered. They hadn't achieved much, it seemed, nor had they developed a means to their own survival from the very planet they called home. Were it a similar situation for a culture in the borders of the Ascendancy, Mitth'orn'eruod wondered if such efforts would likewise be made... or if the people of Najarka would be left to natural selection.

"Arriving in two minutes, Captain." The pilot said from the cockpit, through the comm. "No indications of hostiles on the scanners."

Mitth'orn'eruod glanced out the duraglass panel to his right, as he watched the landscape travel by in a blur. Forest, large trees and canopies, and beyond that snow and ice. The latter the Chiss was very familiar with, it was like his species' homeworld, but the forests still gave him moments of awe as he looked at them. So lush, green, filled with life. With a sigh, Mitth'orn'eruod decided that - yes - the people of Najarka deserved to have their history remembered, no matter how fruitless, if the worst should happen. Like the cold ice that gave way to the warm trees, Mitth'orn'eruod felt that some things needed to change, specifically within his own philosophy and beliefs.

Regrets. Mitth'orn'eruod had very few. But she was one. And what would become of her memory, were the House she belonged to destroyed or exiled by heartless and unfeeling Chiss affairs? She would cease to exist, her memory wiped from records as though her existence had never been... and that, ultimately, was the reason for such attempts at preservation. Those lost were not simply etched onto datapads; no, the memories and moments were captured by electronics, yes, but they were further expressed by the heart and mind. And for those who survived the fate of the planet, having those prompts to remember would be worth more than the loss of a planet.

"We are landing, Captain, please remain seated."

With an exhale, Mitth'orn'eruod watched the world outside slow down, as the shuttle circled and started a landing sequence. The troopers in the back of the transport were undoubtedly ready, armored and armed, in preparation to exit the craft and secure the immediate surrounds. As the craft touched down, comm chatter started to be heard, as Squad Lead Tierny ordered his men down the ramp and into defensive positions. Mitth'orn'eruod stood and walked to the rear of the shuttle, where he likewise descended the rampway. He was immediately hit with a wave of warmth and the scents of forestry. He passed over the sensation quickly, as he pointed toward the settlement a few hundred meters away:

"We are not hostile, we explain our reason for being here, and if any native does not wish for their possessions to be secured, we do not force them to comply," Mitth'orn'eruod said in a firm voice, as his red eyes moved across the arrayed helmeted troopers, one by one, until they settled on the Squad Lead. "If you are attacked, but are not in real danger, you fallback and avoid retaliation. This will be a peaceful acquisition, am I understood?"

The troopers replied with confirmations. They each turned blasters to stun, then prepared to move toward the settlement.

"Very good. Let us preserve some memories for those who remain. Squad Leader Tierny? Onward."