First Order: All Hallow's Eve [Dominion of Red Nebula and Gehenna]

[Darth Veles]

Location: Abdicator, mess hall
Objective: 3
[member="Sara Lee Jones"], [member="Wolf"], [member="Thomas Kyrel"]


Nothing, only Wolfgang’s equally questioning answer greeted Veles’ own gaze, to which the Sith offered a reassuring smile, if only to put his ally at ease while their mutual unknown provided an explanation of his own. It was highly uncommon for the First Order to put injured pilots into such bulky and impractical suits just to keep them alive, therefore the Mon Cal Sith assumed the armoured man to be a freshly constructed weapon to join the Supreme Leader’s Force user arsenal. Interest positively piqued, senses alerted, the Sith Lord’s mind reached out through the mess hall, focused on his new target; a gentle, barely noticeable brush against the armoured figure’s presence, manifesting in form of a soft breeze that manoeuvred through the man’s flames of anger. By the time Veles discreetly retreated from his mental lurking, not a speck of doubt weighting on his mind – the pilot wielded the Force, shedding more light on the matter.

“It is good to see the First Order taking care of its stalwart defenders,” quickly stated the Sith Lord, expression neutral, opting to reveal nothing about the man’s Force sensitivity, “Your eagerness to pilot a fighter again is admirable.”

Genuine amusement had painted Veles’ face, corners of his lips curled by a roguish smirk for a second following Sara’s words. As a staunch follower of Human High Culture himself, the Sith Lord did not see himself as an alien; indeed, Veles was an Imperial through and through, despite his appearance claiming otherwise. This always meant questioning stares, sometimes anger spilling in his direction through the Force when he walked among the First Order’s followers, often humanocentrists. Interestingly enough, it did not bother him - after all, his views on non-human culture matched their own. For all the Imperial blood coursing through his veins and Palpatine’s ideology influencing his actions, Darth Veles also proudly claimed allegiance to the Sith Order – there lied the true source of his pride, never to be insulted or questioned.

“Oh, do not let my race deceive you, Sara. I am an Imperial at heart, just like you.” A polite, gentle chuckle followed, yet his brief glance towards her also carried a demand for it to be kept in mind.

 

[Halcyon Greenslade]

Location: Primary Stormtrooper Armory, Imperial-X class Star Destroyer, Abdicator
Objective 3: Getting on [member="Tanomas Graf"]'s Wild Ride
Post 1

Lieutenant Halcyon Greenslade found himself in the process of gearing up for his duty shift. He wore the iconic white plastoid-shell armor of a First Order stromtrooper, with shoulder epaulet indicating his position as a junior officer. Around him were just shy of a dozen stormtroopers, all clad in the same armor and entirely indistinguishable from one another short of the Heads Up Display that tagged their identities from inside his own helmet's visor.

Halcyon measured up the squad he would lead on a standard patrol along one of the many decks of the mighty Star Destroyer they temporarily resided. They were second squad, from the platoon he was assigned executive officer of. Well on his way to becoming a platoon leader himself -- and in many other military ground formations, the lieutenant would have already assumed the role of platoon leader as opposed to squad commander. Halcyon paid this no heed, however. The Stormtrooper Legions of the First Order were chief among all other fighting forces of the galaxy, and nothing anybody told him would make him believe otherwise.

"Inspection in five. No stragglers." He reminded the squad as several members were still waiting to be called forward to the armory window, and receive their standard issue F-11 blaster rifles for the duration of their shift. He would give them a little leeway, as they could only proceed as fast as the armorers themselves, but he still needed to be firm about timeliness.

 

[Ria Misrani]

First Order: [member="Samka [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=14px]Derith"] | [member="[/FONT][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=14px]Jude [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=14px]Falkrowe[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma]"]
Archangel: [member="[/FONT][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=14px]Enyo [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=14px]Typhos[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=14px] [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=tahoma]"]

The shuttle ride down to the landing site gave much for the Chiss-man to think of. His wife how much she might enjoy a hellish world like this, because it would match her hellish personality. Still. She could be pleasant enough, when she wanted to be. When she wanted so wrapped up in the Ascendancy. He said nothing to his fellow agent, Falkrowe was it? He wasn't sure, so long as the man did his job that was all that mattered to him. A representative of Archangel would be here to greet the two agents, and if anyone else was here - well, it was news to him.

Upon approach to the landing pad, the shuttle rattled and shook - perhaps it too could sense the atmosphere. The toxic, death filled atmosphere littered with scars from the wars that had occurred here.

When it had landed, Orentho was the first to step out. His boots sealed to the pad's surface and created sounds as he walked, you could almost hear them echo but it would be hard to discern them from the ghosts and monsters that prowled and lingered throughout Gehenna's ghastly craters and caves. Volcanic nightmares, the stuff of holo-novels, truly, Orentho had wished that he were now part of the quest to head to the Red Nebula. At least there he could deal with silly myths of ships going missing...

Orentho gestured for Jude to take lead, if talking was involved - he'd rather not. He barely tolerated humans as it was...

 

[OK-3103]

Spoiler

Going for objective 3. But based on the original premise objective 2: Survive. It feels like a good Hallowe’en story

It was cold, he sensed that much, and it was dark. His eyes were shut tight but he could not detect any light source trying to permeate his closed lids. And why were his eyes shut? And why couldn’t he move?

Thoughts and memories flooded his consciousness but his mind was cloudy and few of them made sense and he could not put them in any coherent order. And he still couldn’t move a muscle, which was disconcerting yet oddly comforting.

Images flashed through his mind. The squad deploying. Flashes of light. Landing. A feeling of terror. Screaming. The pictures were a jumble and he knew instinctively they were in the wrong order. But what was the right sequence? And why did he feel so alone?

His hearing was working, as was his sense of smell. He was outdoors, that much he was sure of. He heard the rustling of wind in what sounded like trees. And the smell? Metallic and cloying. Blood. His own or someone else’s?

He tried to speak but his lips were as immobile as the rest of him. His training felt incomplete. There was no specific protocol for waking up paralysed. So he relaxed and within moments the black claimed him once more.

Perhaps it was for the best?

 

[MK-1488]

Post: 2
Objective: 3

Being around other Stormtrooper squads besides his own was an enlightening experience. MK couldn't help but overhear the conversation between [member="Rexus Wenck"] and his squadmates as they passed by him to enter the hangar and confront the unknown vessel. He was immediately struck by the apparent lack of discipline in the men - the banter flew hard and heavy, and he was surprised that Wenck apparently allowed such backtalk from his troops. Was this how other officers were like in the Army?

His own Lieutenant would probably have his head for saying anything close to what those men said, MK thought to himself. The sheer breadth of the Stormtrooper Legions was apparent to him then. He thought momentarily that he was unlucky to have been placed in such a squadron, where all things banter and "fun" were strictly prohibited. His life was strictly regulated, from the time he reported for roll call to when his head finally hit the pillow at night. But perhaps there was some value in that, too. Perhaps that was what would make him a more efficient killer for the First Order.

He waited outside the hangar along with [member="Jaron Lesan"]. Though he didn't say anything, MK-1488 desperately wanted to go into that hangar where the action would be.

 

[Darth Caecus]

The Red Nebula
Dead Space
Post 2/20
BYOO - But why is she barricaded in the cockpit?

The flashing of a new light on the console added it's illumination to the mostly dark cockpit. It took a couple of minutes for the sensation of that flashing on the other side of closed eye lids to register in the subconscious murk.

She opened her eyes slowly. It took a couple of bleary blinks to clear the haze, and even then, nothing seemed completely clear. Slowly, mostly using the strength of her arms, she hauled herself up. Her right leg hung, useless. The blood had dried, caking the torn fabric to her leg. At least she didn't really feel the pain anymore. The thundering headache and parched desert in her mouth seemed far more concerning. Everything swam in front of her vision as she managed to stand most of the way, and she immediately leaned against the console.

Working slowly, one agonizing shuffle at a time, she made her way over to the new flashing light. It took another minute of staring at it for what exactly it was to register in her head.

Someone had opened up the airlock on the port side of the ship.

Someone was coming.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Post IV
Objective III: Investigate distress signal
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Erich Arnstein"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Wolf"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Thomas Kyrel"] | [member="Iroatas"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="MK-1488"] | [member="Halcyon Greenslade"]

Graf pursed his lips as the lieutenant vomited onto the hangar floor, watching from the security cameras on the bridge. "Seal the vents leading from the hangar, something ugly is making them throw up, I don't want it getting all over the ship or sanitation is going to work overtime." He muttered reproachfully. Hopefully the teams could overcome the obviously disgusting smell that had proliferated from the ship and finish searching for the life sign that had sent out the distress signal, the faster the better so that they could destroy this foul-smelling vessel.

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Inside the research vessel, through blood splattered corridors, lay dozens of mangled bodies, some of which torn open by something else and had their intestines eaten. A loud metallic clang resounded throughout the entire ship, quickly and chaotically the bodies began moving in such an unnatural way, limbs were hanging by a string of muscle, jaws were missing with a black tar-like substance dripping from their mouths, as they all stood up, some bipedal and some just creeping slowly across the floor with the entire bottom portion of their bodies missing.

Disturbing growls and groans filled the once quiet hallway as the reanimated bodies shuffled one way down the hallway, stumbling into each other without a care in their own sick, twisted, and destroyed minds. They were all heading for one place, the delicious smell that filled their rotted nostrils, the delicious smell of human prey that came from the opened docking port, they were only driven by two things, to eat, and to turn.

It wasn't long after until the first body reached the open port, sticking its ugly head into the bright lights of the imperial hangar bay, followed by a second, and a third, and a fourth, until the entire docking tube on that side was filled to its width with the reanimated corpses, all vying to get a taste of the stormtroopers that were present outside.

The dead have risen! Will you destroy this threat, or be forced to join their ranks?

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: IV
Objective III
Docking bridge of Imperial-X Star Destroyer Abdicator

Rexus fixed back on his helmet, and lifted his rifle, preparing to move forward. It was only about halfway there, he realised that he was the only one who'd sallied forth. He turned back to the detachment. "What's the matter?" Rexus teased, "You all scared?" he asked with teasing chuckle. But he saw Farris raise his hand to the airlock.

Rexus turned back, and saw the decomposing, bloodied body shamble through the door. "Kark!" he muttered, running towards the squad, opening fire as he ran to the group. The body collapsed under their blaster bolts which made holes in the body, and it stumbled, but kept moving forward. Rexus reached for his helmet, and activated comms, "Admiral, anyone hearing this," He yelled, blasting the mobile corpse, "There's something wrong here, the dead, t-they're alive!"

Farris was first to break ranks and run, before Rexus knew it, the others had broken ranks, leaving the lieutenant alone, Rexus ran after them, useless idiots. He turned once out of the docking tube, and closed off the airlock to the ramp behind him. "Run!" He yelled, "Run and barricade yourselves! The dead, the dead, they're alive!"

[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Erich Arnstein"] | [member="OK-3103"] | @MK-1488

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: 1
First Order: [member="Orentho"]
Archangel: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Post 2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnsgX0VoTwk​

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"Well, you sure ain't a talkative one." Jude made a grimace jokingly as he finished setting up his uncomfortable environmental suit. The Chiss, it seemed, were a rather laconic and direct to the point species. The interim director Sentiri was like that and so did this Orentho person. He shook his head when the Chiss gestured for him to lead. "Sure, why not me to step first into hell."

The ramp of the shuttle finally opened and Jude felt hesitant to step forth at first. An odd dose of bravery made him to do so and when the scenery unfolded before him the hellish thoughts of Omega that had recently plagued him since that crisis resurfaced back along. Total destruction was a soft phrase to describe Gehenna. The question that crept within him ever since the Omega crisis once again came back with full force ringing in his head - was it worth it ?

How many sleepless night he had had since then ? How many of his short sleeps had been nightmares that replayed to him the whole operation on Omega ? The agent had even extended his hobbies' list to odd activities such as...baking, for the purpose of keeping his mind occupied. Cold sweat broke on his brow but he forcefully strengthened himself. If death had a face, it would be Gehenna.

Whoever this Archangel was, Jude knew that they would be the first to make contact. He just hoped it would be as soon as possible. It would help alleviating the contagion of thoughts that had awoken within him.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Objective 1
Gehenna
[member="Orentho"], [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
(2)


The stench of death was strong in the toxic air. It hung like a pall over the war-scarred, hellish surface of the planet. A sprout of lava blazed forth from an active volcano as she made her way across the ground. The wind carried with it the wails of ghosts. There was a great psychic turmoil in the Force, caused by all the horrors that had taken place on this world.


"Kerrigan! You...you damned us to this hell," one of them cried, accusation obvious.


"No, not me," she replied coldly. Once, she would have been afraid and felt guilt. But not anymore.


"Liar! You...look like her. You led us here and left us to die. You promised us victory and glory...and then you abandoned us! We believed in you! I had a daughter, a family!"


Only now did Enyo turn to face the maddened spirit, a former soldier of the Omega Protectorate. The nation he'd served had died a long time ago. "You're a shade, cloying and miserable, existing only to vent your anger. If you had not followed her, you wouldn't be trapped here. You were foolish enough to fall for her cult and follow her into lakes of blood. Bleat at me no longer, I care not. Know that one day I shall end her," she hissed. Once she would have felt pity for the spectre, but Korriban had vaporised such feelings. The only thing left was disgust.


Suddenly, the spirit cried out, as if in pain, then soon enough it faded into nothingness, gone like smoke in the breeze, when she unleashed her power on it. The clone watched it dissipate, then turned away, uncaring of the spectral sounds she heard through the Force.


In the distance, she could see that a shuttle bearing the colours of the First Order had landed, so she headed in that direction. As she discovered once she got closer, one of them was a Chiss, the other human. "You are with the First Order?" More of a statement than a question. Her tone was cool and rather emotionless. In other words, like that of the machines who'd raised her. The helmet's speaker gave it a mechanical quality. "Archangel sent me. My name is Enyo Typhos." Who, even with her scars and cybernetics, looked almost exactly like Siobhan Kerrigan, the Butcher of Gehenna.

 

[MK-1488]

Post: 3
Objective: 3

Observing from the window above the hangar bay, MK-1488 could see everything that unfolded below. [member="Rexus Wenck"] and his squadron of Stormtroopers proceeded into the unknown vessel in good formation and according to protocol. MK didn't expect anything to come of this investigation; strange as it may be, it was just a lone ship in space. For now, MK treated this whole exercise as simply a way to break up the monotony of service aboard this Star Destroyer. The distress signal could have meant any number of things. If anything, MK worried that it was potentially a trap set by the Resistance, and the doors to the ship were primed with explosives...

In fact, that scenario would have been preferable. What appeared in the bay doors of the ship caused even MK to cringe in revulsion behind his helmet. He could barely make out the grotesque creature, but it looked like it was another Stormtrooper... or at least what remained of him. Wenck's squad let out volleys of fire as the abominable creatures multiplied, but then all chaos seemed to break loose. His squad was breaking!

MK had had enough, and so had others in his squad. He immediately rushed down to the hangar bay to help, and was met by Rexus screaming frantically. The man seemed to have lost all semblance of control.

"No!" MK called after Rexus, and tried to grab him by the arm as he ran. "We stand and fight!"

He had no idea what those creatures were on the other side of the now sealed docking bay doors; the only thing that was for sure was that they needed to die.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 3
Location: Red Nebula
Allies: First Order and friends
Enemies: Zombies
Post: 1/25

"Where are we?"

"The Red Nebula, captain"

"The Red Nebula? How? How can we even find ourselves in the Red Nebula?"

"Ask that Force-user over there, in the cockpit"

"Instinctive Astrogation, captain: I was sent to watch over the Ultima after what happened over Xal 3 to the FIV Excubitore" the Ren neophyte answered.

Instinctive Astrogation? That's usually the sort of stuff Ren neophytes that destined themselves to starfighter combat or, less commonly, fleeting, would learn. Upon hearing that cue from the Tunroth pilot, Dunames knew a few pilots in Star Tours service who used it, but she would never believe she was one that actually did. Oh, for sure, she did win a podrace, and fly attack craft once, but most of her piloting career has been on capital ships. But she had a demonstration that Instinctive Astrogation could fail, especially when used by a neophyte in it. Dunames prayed that the Tunroth neophyte was a rather advanced neophyte, as they usually are more useful than neophytes in their early stages of training. Hopefully the apprentice would actually be able to get the Ultima out of the Red Nebula and into safety, on Yalara. When all of a sudden, an intruder alert was issued coming from the ventral hangar bay... both Dunames and the prepared their weapons and were ready to go down to the ventral hangar bay to investigate the occurence of intrusion that triggered the intruder alert.

 

[Darth Caecus]

The Red Nebula
Dead Space
Post 3/20
BYOO - But why is she barricaded in the cockpit?
​Hailing the Abdicator
[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="MK-1488"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Erich Arnstein"] @Basileus Isauros

Watching the console, it took her a few moments to understand what she was seeing.

"No. Oh no, no no. Nonononononono-"

Slamming her fists down, her legs almost buckled beneath her. They had closed the outer airlock. Whoever they were, they weren't coming. She was going to die here.

No.

No no no NO.

They weren't uncoupling, not yet. And if they wouldn't come to her. Well.

Then she would go to them.

Leaning over, she fiddled with the controls for a moment, accessing an open com channel. Hopefully, whomever was in that great, hulking ship was paying attention.

"This is the CW Venture. I don't know who you are, or what you're planning. But if you could send some folks to meet me halfway, I'd greatly appreciate it. If not. Well. Maybe just be willing to open the door when I get there. Shiva out."

Using that old code name didn't even blip on her conscious radar. It felt natural and right and safe. The clone had been struggling for months, struggling to be Zee, instead of Xyra Sizhran. But in this moment of do or die, there was no separation between them. In her mind, Xyra smiled.

 

[OK-3103]

How long had passed since he last was conscious he had no idea. This time his head hurt. This was usually a bad sign but he took comfort in the fact that he now had the power of sensation. And as he tried to move, his muscles protested but were prepared to give a little.

Finally he opened his eyes and the surroundings swam into view. His sight was hazy but even in this rudimentary state, he could make out shapes. There were trees - and a lot of them - silhouetted against the backdrop of a bright moon, or maybe two. Meneer couldn't remember how many the planet had. So he was in a forest, which suggested he was some way from his ship, that would have landed some way from here.

He rolled over, to check the view to his other side and bumped into something. Or rather someone. It was the staff sergeant he'd travelled with. He recognised her hair - given she was not wearing a helmet, or armour. Like him, she was stripped down to her smalls. But unlike him, her eyes were glassy and staring. She was dead.

His eyes soon alighted to other figures, dotted around. From the angles of joints and the volume of blood, they were all dead. All except him. And he intended to keep it that way.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Orentho looked at the woman and stared blankly, humans. Admittedly he knew he had suggested that the human talk first, but, "Mr. Orentho, First Order." His tone was flat, he was just as disinterested as being here as his comrade and most assuredly - as he presumed - as this one before him was. "We were told that Archangel has a facility here."

Again his tone was flat, and curt even. He wanted to be done with this and be back to work as soon as he could. His day job was working Zelthim Debt Collections, were he - purchased old debts and chased after them for more than they were worth. Splitting shares with clients and keeping most for himself. "What can you tell us Ms. Typhos," he's polite at least.

[member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]

Objective; Gehenna
Post 3

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: 1
First Order: [member="Orentho"]
Archangel: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Post 3


In the horizon a figure appeared out of nowhere like a shade. It approached them with confidence and carefully, not as a predator but as someone that had a meeting with them. The figure turned to be a flame-haired female human with a much more comfortable looking environmental suit. She also struck him slightly familiar, perhaps a dossier he had taken a glance at ? Nonetheless, he could not remember nor was he sure if that was the case or just his own misinterpretation of her features.

When she introduced herself, Orentho was quick to answer with a bullet of an answer. The fellow agent seemed quite impatient and direct to the point. Jude didn't blame him. He could feel the numerous long gone souls prying into his head but his seals for now worked. Jude did not plan on unsealing them, not even out of curiosity of the woman called Enyo Typhos before them.

"Jay." He nodded with his traditional smirk. The name he almost always gave when introducing himself to others. There was no need of real names, now was there ? The security bureau taught their lessons well. "I'd echo the words of my fellow here just right after I asked you how are you doing in this fine weather on this amazing resort ?" Jude's smirk widened. Humor helped suppress his acknowledgement of his surroundings. "Have you got a natural spa in your hotel, Miss ? It'd be a shame if you have not booked such with all the post-turbolaser volcanoes here."

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Gehnna
3
[member="Jude Falkrowe"], [member="Orentho"]


For her part, Enyo had a low opinion of Chiss. The race did not impress her. Everyone of them seemed to think they were next Thrawn, which was amusing because that man's pride had been his downfall. Regardless, she had a job to do! "We have an outpost here and do some mining," she said flatly. There were diamonds on Gehenna, if you knew where to dig. The Bando Gora had used them to fill their war chest. Conveniently, droids were a lot more reliable than organics.


She glanced towards the man who'd introduced himself as Jay. She figured this was an alias. "I was trained here." That was her only response to his comments. Alas, she was not into small talk like her sister and had less of a sense of humour. This was obviously the fault of her mechanical caretakers. They took the fun out of everything.


"As for what I can tell you, what does the FOSB want to know about Gehenna? You'll find wasteland, malevolent ghosts and hungry beasts. Along with a few scattered cults of madmen. Venture down into the caves and you'll discover what's left of the Bando Gora capital, if you make it in one piece." Down there lay a massive nexus of dark side energies, fuelled by all the horrors that had taken place upon this blighted, war-scarred planet. The Knights of Ren might find artefacts, though most of the Bando Gora's pride had been raided by Firemane, Archangel and various scavengers.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 3
Location: Red Nebula
Allies: First Order and friends
Enemies: Zombies
Post: 2/25

"Zombies... zombies!" a hangar crewmember told over comms.

"Holy kark! How did these zombies end up here?"

"Captain, come here with all haste!" the security guard alerted Dunames.

"Come, little neophyte. We'll see whether it was a good choice for the Knights of Ren to watch over the Ultima"

On the Ultima-class bulk freighter, the aft edge of the ventral hangar is located directly underneath the bridge. Dunames took the nearest turbolift, alongside the Ren neophyte, equipped with her Z-6 rotary cannon. And with these two in the lead, they discover that the zombies are Wookiees and equipped with bowcasters. With his lightsaber drawn, the Tunroth neophyte realizes in horror that these Wookiee zombies are screaming for blood and brains. And with Dunames in the lead on the other side, with Dunames' metallic body (even though she doesn't look like it) dishing out fire like crazy. But with zombies being slow as molasses and dumb, with their vision impaired, the zombies are slow to close in on their position, making it look as if they will die out early. And Dunames tries as hard as she could to aim for the zombies' knees while the zombies are making attempts to take over the tugs.

 

[Ria Misrani]

"Everything you're willing to detail, Ms. Typhos," Orentho looks to Mr. Falkrowe for a moment studying the man and then turns his attention to Ms. Typhos, she seemed to be as entertaining as his sister-in-law. "The First Order is interested in having a very, small facility here." To be exact, a safe house and possible place for them to take certain individuals who did not cooperate or who needed to simply disappear for awhile, for - well, a long, long time. "Our preliminary files are just that, preliminary we know of Gehenna's basic history and the battles involving the Bando Gora, outside of this - we're not aware of much," much to his chagrin.

"Which is why we are reliant on you," He looks to Mr. Falkrowe and says, "Jay, was there anything further you wish to add?" Or has your glib tongue been snipped out of you? Orentho doesn't say, he's not all that enthused with the man's attempt at small talk and humor. It was a waste of time, his and Ms. Typhos, the sooner they got to what they came here to do the better. "You mentioned an outpost, Ms. Typhos?" They weren't interested in mining, no, they were more interested in being able to build something within range of Archangel.

[member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: 1
First Order: [member="Orentho"]
Archangel: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Post 4


Neither Orentho nor Enyo seemed to have a bit of compassion for humor. Robotic and methodical in Jude's eyes, both had shot his attempt of small talk down with a tank. Now his mood was almost as devastated as the planet. The positive outcome out of that was that he would be rather more focused upon the operation and on any quirks and oddities that their contact might show. He was still afraid to pry into her mind due to being on the surface of Planet Death.

"Sounds like a great place for a honeymoon." Jude scoffed at Enyo's description of the planet. Afterwards, he turned to Orentho who had just given him the spotlight of the conversation and then turned back at their contact. "The outpost is certainly a point of interest but I also am curious to find out more about the capital of the Bando Gora. You said 'if we reached it one piece' and 'what's left of it'. Let's start with 'what's left of it'. Anything particularly interesting ?" Truly Jude could not believe her answer as she might be hiding whatever valuable that would be in the remains of that capital or she could answer truthfully. In either cases, he would monitor for any sort of indications of a lie.