Public [GA | MP | others] Caldera Crisis - Fallout

[Rickhardt Netherbane]

OBJECTIVE: Mia Monroe

They had searched for decades and found that their people were scattered and changed. The Mandalorians he knew were nomads, their world lost during his Infancy before he and his siblings had been separated in the netherworld crisis. He dropped down via dropship from his orbiting fleet with only one goal. To meet the mother of his people, the living Goddess and Twin sister to his Father, Mia Monroe, The Guardian Liberator.

He ducked his 9 foot frame beneath the doors to the conference chambers and turned sideways as he entered. His eyes finding the face that his brothers and sister only knew from graven images on board their shipward home. But to see her from behind the massive T-shaped visor. To beath the same air as his living Goddess even through his Buy'ce filters, he nearly weapt with joy.

He approached with reverence and crashed to his knees. He knew the Goddess would bear no weakness in her presence, or so legends told. So, he held back his elation and pressed his helmeted head to the deck at her feet.

"Rickhardt Voidborn, High Lord Marshal of Ordo, Called Netherbane, reporting for duty," he choked back a sob, "At long last."

 

[Vincenzo Krugar]

Focusing back on the conversation his attention would briefly fall on Aloy Vizsla

"Forgive my momentary disbelief in these creatures; it might appear naive, but this is recently acquired information for me. I've been occupied elsewhere in the galaxy."

Krugar spoke, then shifted his attention to a small datapad, sifting through reports collected during his travels to the meeting. "Considering the potential outcome of studying the undead involves reverse engineering, shouldn't we consider that the Sith might have a method to prevent the contraction of the disease within their ranks?"

After placing the datapad down, Krugar adjusted within the confines of his seat. Pausing briefly, he continued, "If burning proves effective, sustained blaster fire should yield similar results."

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Valery Noble Cessair Ideon Casteban Mecetti Derron Daks Mia Monroe

 

[Ohois Qhut'eol]

Lord Blepharon the Complacent | SIBC Directorship Board​

Location	Outskirts of Celanon City, Celanon
Enemies	Sula Skirata
Allies	Sith Empire
Equipment	Lightsaber, Sith Amulet, Cloak of Hate,Shield Tailsman, Sith Regenerator. Concentration Tailsman Borg Construct AJ

As the Galactic Alliance Patrol halted nearby, a faint shadow slithered behind a cluster of rocks. Their mission was clear - to exterminate the relentless undead feasting on the fallen invaders and defenders of Celanon.

The air echoed with the hollow sound of blaster fire as the Patrolmen engaged in a fierce battle against the mindless creatures. Desperate to hold their ground, the Patrolmen swiftly deployed anti-personnel emplacements, unleashing a torrent of firepower. Yet, even the devastating assault seemed futile against the relentless advance of the undead.

With a keen interest, the hollowed eyes observed the engagement, scanning the array of vehicles available. Among them, several were too massive for a lone operator, but there was one that caught the attention of the Sith Lord of the Sith-Imperial Banking Clan. The GASB-37 Cheetah sat there, unoccupied and ready to be claimed. Its incredible speed would undoubtedly expedite the journey towards the spaceport.

Using a small amount of the force to cloak himself from view, the Givin would advance around the engagement currently happening. Only uncloaking when the bulk of the patrol was busy engaged with the undead, allowing himself to get the drop on the small fragment that remained to oppose him.

Igniting the ornate lightsaber within boney skeleton hand, as it roared into existence. Light shining against the surface as the Givin made a slow but steady advance towards the patrolmen by the Speeder.

Blaster bolts rang past as lightsaber moved to meet them - deflecting them away with acute precision, as a hand was brought up to choke the life out of them as their bodies lay gasping for air on the surface. Climbing into the Speeder, Blepharon cranked the controls as the speeder began to accelerate in the direction of Sula Skirata

 

[Drego Ruus]

Objective Three: Meeting of the Minds
Tags: Jasper Kai'el Valery Noble Mia Monroe Aloy Vizsla Casteban Mecetti Cessair Ideon Others...​

"And perhaps lets not be so antsy," he added. "The conversation just began."

Drego looked the jedi over. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, so the Mando would take it in stride. No insults to be had here. "Just trying to keep us from devolving into mindless questioning, jetii. I know how these meetings go when you have more than one Senator in a room." All talk, no solutions. His time in the GADF had informed him of that.

We shouldn't ignore potential fronts outside of our control... We have the Hydian way and Dragon's Tail on lockdown, but what of the Parlemian Trade Route through Imperial space? Empire of the Lost, I mean"

"They've already hit several Imperial planets, no? The sith would certainly want it that way, yet another route into GA and Protector space. Sith know the game. We need to play it better."

"I have no special enmity for the Empire," he said, "but I do have a deep scientific interest in this phenomenon. I would like to capture a specimen for study. An intact specimen. If they infect through bites, we can then infect as many animals as we desire for testing. We have the facilities to conduct multiple simultaneous experiments starting as soon as we get a sample."

There was a challenge Drego could face. "I can do that. GADF veteran, Bounty Hunter, and Mandalorian Clan Leader at your service. When do you need it by?" He turned to Mia Monroe , offering the woman a sly gesture. "We could probably put up a bounty for the vod on that, honestly. In tact specimens for GA scientists. We've got plenty of folks looking for some easy credits, and it would be a good way to encourage the men that this isn't some doomsday scenario."

"As to the question of the Parlemian Trade Route and the Empire of the Lost, we have very little information besides small scouting missions from the Intelligence Agency. Although we have confirmed reports that the Trade Federation has been sending freighters and escort fleets through that corridor, they may have more concrete information stored in their central databanks, although we lack access to such an encrypted channel."

That caused the man to frown. The Trade Federation had always been one of self-interest. "I'd keep an eye out on the Traders. Though...that does open an opportunity. You think you could that as a way to slip some men into Imp Space? The Protectors don't have a good way of doing that, we have a very distinct...look." He let out a low chuckle. "But if the Trade Federation could be convinced to work with the SIA..." He made a vague hand gesture, hoping the others would pick up the meaning. "Get some men into the Imperial ranks, you'd have a door open to keep an eye out for further sith activity, and...well, plenty of opportunities to keep an eye on the bucketheads."

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

This was quite the peculiar individual. His Force Signature was strong, with an herbal, earthy aura emanating from it. He was a species Elise had never seen before, though that was not as important as his character. His Force Signature was equally warm and energetic. It was quite alluring, showing signs of a truly kind soul.

Elise gratefully took the fruit and took a bite, smiling as she did so. She nodded, appreciating the taste of the fruit. Elise mulled over to man's words, on how it was good to rest in between helping others. But Elise only felt the weight of the galaxy crushing her harder.

What's the point of even trying? You'll never succeed.

Elise winced at her own internal thoughts. She was unable to enjoy the fruit, no matter how wonderful the new food tasted. The tug of depressive nihilism was chaining her, haunting her. It mocked her, telling her that it was all for nothing.

She lowered the half eaten fruit, holding it in her lap.

"Thanks, Jack, I do appreciate the help. Pardon my mood."

She made her effort to show Jack respect and thankfulness, but she could not be cheery like she usually was. Not when zombies were roaming the galaxy, remnants of old tyrannous orders rose again, and Mandalore was in ruins. She could not be proud of herself when she had been unable to defeat Darth Carnifex, and end his cruel reign once and for all...

She sighed, looking down at the fruit. As she gazed at the present given to her, she questioned Jack's deeds. He had given her this fruit and offered her kindness. She looked up to him with vacant and tired eyes.

You can't save anyone. Give up.

But she was not about to drag him down with her. She looked at the fruit again, remembering how he had produced it. The shaman looked up to him, trying to engage her natural curiosity.

"Did you use plant surge?"

Jack Sandrow

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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| Location | Taris
| Objective | Discuss Strategy

There were... a surprising amount of vode present, all told. Almost enough to offset the suits, politicians and other incompetents the Alor had very little time for. Although she kept her distance from the Protectors and their representatives, she acknowledged Aloy Vizsla with an upnod - and even brought her closed fist to tap the spot over her heart. Alor or not, Jenn found the woman deserving of her respect as an equal, if even half of what she heard about her was true. As the old saying went, endurance equals worth.

For her part, the Alor remained quiet, allowing those more experienced with the threat to speak of the matter - although she did intervene when Aloy spoke of all those present being Anti-Imperial. More than most, Jenn understood the importance of driving out the Sith and their allies wherever and whenever they showed their heads, crushing them thoroughly in order to avoid going through another Hyperspace War. The scars of the last one were still fresh on the minds of those who had given sweat and blood towards the combined effort to end the Brotherhood of the Maw's advance: the last thing they wanted was to let things escalate because of inaction.

Cessair Ideon 's suggestion finally drew her from her quiet contemplation. His suggestion was sound, and she found her esteem of the man adjusted accordingly.

"Clan Kryze has been bloodied during the battle for Onderon - we are ill-suited for large-scale operations, and so I leave such talk to my vode in the Protectors. With that said, we are no less talented when it comes to precise strikes: if there is to be a infiltration of Odacar-Faustin, you can count on us to go all the way. The Jedi speaks truth - if we destroy the samples, then Sith alchemists will cook up a replacement before the month is out. Come what may, you have our support."

And with that, she gave Jasper Kai'el an upnod of acknowledgement, and fell quiet once more. Small as her contribution might be, she remained confident in the impact the Nite Owls might have.

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[Derron Daks]

Derron looked to the Ruus who had spoken.

"DDSI will pay ten-thousand credits per specimen, up to ten specimens. That should leave enough examples to preserve a control group, after infecting some animals to be the experimental group.

We have double-field cells which should be sufficient for the containment, and science labs suitable to the analysis.

Any treatments for the virus we discover, we would be willing to donate for free to the citizens of the galaxy in exchange for tax credits to offset revenues and purchases in GA space and other territories where it is distributed.

We will make this a corporate priority. All of our research assets can be bent to this task."

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Jenn Kryze Cessair Ideon Vincenzo Krugar Aloy Vizsla Lehvi Vass Mia Monroe Casteban Mecetti Derron Daks Jasper Kai'el Talon Barova Allyson Locke Makko Vyres Drego Ruus Valery Noble

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Attend the meeting
Objective: Listen to the speakers and comment when necessary
Tag: Valery Noble / Others who are in the room

Since the start Silas had been quiet while others voiced their opinions on the matter. Old and young were present, some with huge contrast compared to others which may be considered controversial. However, when it came to the topic of the undead Silas knew full well what it meant to go up against them. They were weak monsters who could be taken down in one swing, but in large numbers, they could be deadly and unforgiving as seen on a recent mission with Valery herself.

It made him wonder, did they share similar qualities to the ones they encountered? Valery had already made clear they spread the virus through biting. There was a possibility it was being spread through the water supply after being sabotaged, but that in itself was quite a low possibility. The same could be said for the Sith using old Maw methods. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case.

Slowly raising his hand, Silas finally offered his question to the master "Other than biting, do they share any similar qualities to those we encountered on Thearterra? That virus was spread through the water supply being tainted on purpose, which makes me concerned they could be doing the same thing to gather more infected into their cause" the knight said at first "I doubt they are using old methods of the Maw, but it's a possibility that needs to be looked into."​

 

[Liorra]

To be quite honest, Liorra wasn't sure just how she got back to the ship after Dxun. Her beskar'gam dented, her arm where her shoulder had been dislocated was painfully numb and moving fingers took effort. The Crescent Serpent touched down on Taris not far from where the meeting was taking place. Lio stumbled down the moving ramp, she blinked away the blood that had dried on her face. She continue to wobble and stumble forward, she could barely hear what was being said. Her droid beeped with concern and her cat down the ramp and hopped up to her good shoulder. The ringing in her ears was quite harsh, it was a sharp noise that seemed to dilute everything around her, she heard the words virus, and blackwing. Finding her helmet somewhat suffocating, Lio used her good hand to pry it off her face. Revealing the bloodied and bruised face, she spat blood down at the ground, she looked around and leaned toward the last speaker with her head just so she could hear him better.

Still blinking, this time to keep the lights from blinding her eyes. Lio decided to put two and two together, recalling that Master Valery Noble had approached the Mandalorians with a warning. "I uh," she managed, not realizing she might draw the attention of those in the room as she took another step forward and stumbled slightly, "um, so, my mother... She was a Knight of Ren, back when Sieger Ren and Natasi Fortan ran the First Order." Lio shook her head just trying to find her balance, "there's uh... there's still information, wha- in um, yeah, so... Mephout had a breakout of the Blackwing, but a mutation and they um." She winced and stuck her finger in her ear to try to get rid of the ringing, "uh, might, have information. It's um, under Commonwealth control if my recent galactic history is correct."

"My mother Mishel may be of assistance, but I would also inquire of the lady, Grand Moff, person. Mephout had two outbreaks, once during her time and the other when her niece ran the place." Liorra coughed up a little more blood and spat it down, "sorry, just got back from Dxun." She explained, "the.. um.. dar'jetii, big... guy, anyway, yeah they uh study Blackwing and uh..." Attempting to stay upright was getting harder and harder by the minute, second really. "Ask them?" Liorra only knew that history because her mother had taught it to her. Then standing upright wasn't going to happen anymore and Lio struggled to find a seat. Rather, she struggled to stay upright and was definitely well on her way to face planting.

Mia Monroe | Silas Westgard | Jenn Kryze | Aloy Vizsla | Lehvi Vass | Drego Ruus | Cessair Ideon | Vincenzo Krugar | Casteban Mecetti | Derron Daks | Jasper Kai'el | Talon Barova | Allyson Locke | (HOW MANY OF THERE ARE YOU?! - Sorry if I missed you!)

 

[Danger Arceneau]

T A R I S
OBJECTIVE II: Emergency Camp
Open for Interaction | Outfit& x | x | x | x |
Joran Olan Seraphina Raphael Gallustrade Ellie Omera ​

Danger actively listened to Ranna Sejast , the smile lingering over her lips. She hadn't been sure what part of the spectrum the woman lay in terms of keeping her helm on or not but she was pleased she could put a face to the name.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ranna," Danger replied, happy to have the Mandalorian take over oversight if that is what the Alliance folk wanted. The chances of anyone coming in to seek harm to these refugees and injured folk were few, and she had been aware that there was a motion to try and smooth things over. Rogue variants would be everywhere, though, so who knew what to expect?

"You're welcome to use our mobile command as a base for your operations, as well. And as for waste management, I reckon I can rustle up some folks from PharmaTech and MaraTibx to set up portable freshers and compactors to keep up with sanitation," she offered. The biostamp had been contracted out for soldiers and medics out in the field to keep track of their troops. It would be no different with refugees.

"The injured are using bio-stamp markers to keep track of their vitals and medications. They also upload location data to a database, so that could come in handy for keeping tabs on the refugees and their whereabouts, if needed. If you like, we can start distributing them to all the refugees so we have their details, family unit, and other pertinent information in the logs so folk aren't lost in the shuffle."

Spoiler: Medical Supplies & Items

Anything from the ATC Menu

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"It's not just people being infected. It's corpses being risen. Souls being turned to ghosts. I wouldn't look to science alone for answers on stopping this." Kahlil stood beside Valery, finally speaking up as he glanced to the others that had gathered. Undeath, undead. To think his former life as a Sith would actually be this helpful.

"I've examined some of the corpses, and they were long dead. They're not just spreading a virus. I'll be utilizing some of my own scientists and researchers to look into this farther, but the Force will be necessary to halt this."

Valery Noble | Mia Monroe | Silas Westgard | Jenn Kryze | Drego Ruus | Lehvi Vass | Aloy Vizsla | Cessair Ideon | Vincenzo Krugar | Casteban Mecetti | Derron Daks | Jasper Kai'el | Talon Barova | Allyson Locke

 

[Aris Noble]

"Seszil! Over here!"

A flash of silver cut through yet another piece of rubble before Aris hefted it overhead and tossed it aside with far too much ease for a boy his age. He'd volunteered for excavation, helping to find people that might've been trapped. He could hear some here, and sure enough within a small group had found somewhere to thankfully avoid being crushed.

"Let's get you out of there." Aris hopped down, offering a brief smile. These people were alive. Not everyone he found had been thus far. One by one he helped them climb out, carried those who needed it. There were others close by who could actually tend to the wounded, so he'd leave that to them. Instead he glanced to the floating sword hovering close by and gave them a simple nod.

Then they were off to the next site he'd heard breathing from.

 

[Nej Tane]

A Deals a Deal.
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Nej Tane.

Nej Tane the notorious outlaw.

The Gunslinger.

The Criminal.

The Outlaw.

The Ne'er-do-well.

The Rapscallion.

Bank robber.

Train robber.

Grave robber.

Sith Robber.

Jedi Robber.

Republic Robber.

Cat burglar.

Regular burglar.

Bank robber (different bank).

Kyber thief.

Book thief.

The list went on- but what he wasn't despite all that he was- was a man who went back on his word. Scoundrels and Outlaws didn't have much in the way of cash usually, sometimes none. But a word? A bond? An agreement, well, that was to be honored or consider yourself a bad Outlaw.

"Be a better person".

Well, here he was, doing a good deed. And with only a small amount of personal gain.



So, the Lucid Dream touched down, with all of it's sensor arrays, panels to block detection, just outside of the Refugee camp- outside of any established landing zones. Rather hap-hazardly, too. He lowered the ramp, his jacket pushed back behind the pair of disruptor pistols that hung off his hips. He had an entire ship full of... very legal medicines. Bacta patches, two bacta tanks, gurneys, blankets. Some of them had Alliance Markings, some of them had Imperial, some of them had NIO- but nothing officially purchased, for sure.

But Nej brought them here, so that had to count for something after "finding" them, yeah?

Nej descended the ramp, and watched a few Alliance personnel wondering how his ship was broadcasting an older Alliance signal. He smirked, lighting up a cigarro as he passed. Interestingly, a new addition to the usual two pistols Nej hung on his belt was the addition of a legendary, somewhat older in style Enforcer pistol. A more damning clue on Nej's real identity beyond the web of lies he had spun for the past 70- er, thirty years or so.

He stood around, looking at the various types of people who had come to see a ship touch down. Some were on edge, rightfully, and some were pointing guns at him. But they lowered when he gestured to the open cargo bay and watched a few more curious Alliance troopers give the clear when they boarded his ship. He was in the clear, he dumped his more lucrative cargo off before using some of the profits to get this load of stuff. Various vendors. Various other ne'er-do-wells. The galaxy was chock full of the forgotten logistics of yesterday's wars, to be used in today's conflicts, to fuel tomorrow's tragedies. Armories, stockpiles, you name it, some Empire or League or Alliance or whatever had a few warehouses somewhere in the galaxy that were ripe for pilfering and selling on the black market. It was all well and good, not really illegal to sell abandoned goods in most places.

The most eyebrow raising part of most of it was the symbols. Confederacy emblems on blankets, NIO emblems on IV bags, so on and so on... but why let it go to waste? Nej walked through the camp as they began to pilfer the goods in his ship, not intent on staying long. He tried not to look at the carnage and the hopelessness of it all. The flight into the planet alone was terrible enough.

Maybe just blankets, gurneys, beds and medicine weren't going to cut it here. Maybe he'd have to do more to feel a little better.

Maybe later. He began to walk through the camp, seemingly looking for something.

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[Ranna Sejast]

Interacting with: Danger Arceneau Danger Arceneau
Armor, Blasters​

"That would be great, but don't think you have to do everything. Unless you can." Ranna was realizing she probably wasn't the best motivation speaker. "Also did you bring enough bio-stamps to give everyone a stamp? If they're being used for wounded I don't want to strain the supply with good intentions." As far as she was aware, so far most of the accounting for people had been done with hand scanners. Though that was mostly at the gates in an attempt to sniff out infiltrators aside from a few individuals valiantly trying to keep up with patient's medical records. That reminded her, she should find someone to start recruiting help from the more willing of the refugees. Maybe organize some sort of community effort, get those they were helping involved so they had more dignity than just sitting on their butts waiting for whatever happened next. Give them something to think about other than loosing everything. Realizing she was worrying at her bottom lip in thought, she stopped biting at it and gave Danger a smile.

"Here's my comm code, if you need me or find a GA person in charge let me know and I can start coordinating with them. But as I see it, those are the areas the camp needs the most help with as of right now." With the Jedi and mobile hospitals coming in, and the tent city and sprawling into undamaged buildings, the medical and shelter side of things were probably okay for the immediate future. She thought heading off future problems was probably the right call.

 

[Jack Sandrow]

Objective II - Lending a Hand
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Well. That transparent, huh?

"Did you use plant surge?"

He inclined his head, a gesture in the affirmative. "Each according to their ability." A beat. "I assume you're familiar in the ways of the Force, then, as well?" He was trying to keep the conversation limping along - the curiosity in her voice was barely present, and certainly didn't match the vacant thousand-yard stare.

Don't feel like you need to keep this going on my account. This is supposed to be a place of rest, he thought wryly. He took a spot next to her, giving her ample room to run, slump, lay back, whatever. Last thing he wanted to do was corner a wounded predator. Yet... he wanted to be close enough to be a shoulder to lean on, at least emotionally. Since when did he start playing therapist?

"Do you... wanna talk about it?" It. The war. The carnage and destruction. The pang of guilt he felt for not being on Yavin IV during the attack would not easily subside, and he doubted he'd be rid of it until he did something to assist. Best to sit back, gather information, and prepare to retaliate. First part, of course, was to sit back and gather information.

He wasn't intentionally prying, but at the same time he knew (or figured he knew) that speaking about trauma was one of the best ways to heal from it. You had to pull the rot up and out, cut it off or heal it. Burying the wound only let it fester.

And so he would listen.

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Open to: any nearby!
Tagging Elise Ahana-Gwyneira
Location: Fringes of the refugee camp, Taris

 

[Danger Arceneau]

T A R I S
OBJECTIVE II: Emergency Camp
Open for Interaction | Outfit& x | x | x | x |
Joran Olan Seraphina Raphael Gallustrade Ellie Omera Nej Tane Aris Noble ​

"We've plenty, so don't reckon we'll run out. If we do, before that, I've got a Trade Station in orbit here on Taris and a Trade Warehouse and Spaceport in the capital. If we need any more, it is straightforward for me to get more supplies if needed." She'd long since had an Arceneau location on Taris for decades, working out contracts with the various iterations of Mandalorian occupation, Alliance, and neutral parties for the past few decades.

Taking Ranna Sejast 's comm code, Danger offered her own for her local number while working with the refugee camp. "Feel free to let me know if you need anything. Otherwise, I'll get folks to start on waste management and getting a log over everyone with a bio stamp."

Spoiler: Medical Supplies & Items

Anything from the ATC Menu

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia folded her arms about her chest, eyes tracking the back and forth, a slight shake of her head. there was so much to consider, so many avenues to discover and explore, so many differing opinions and areas of expertise, but mostly a lot of questions. she opened her mouth to speak when a 9ft behemoth in armour pressed into the room and then promptly folded at her feet.

A nine foot armoured man, folded... at her feet.

What the kark?

"Rickhardt Voidborn, High Lord Marshal of Ordo, Called Netherbane, reporting for duty," he choked back a sob, "At long last."

Mia blinked behind her visor. "Um... su'cuy Netherbane, gedet'ye pabida laam, gar cuyir gotal'ur a tga'apr Ni cuyir va yaim'la ti" she gave his knee a small tap with her boot and jerked her head to gesture behind her. Whoever he was, he would have to wait until after.

To her great fortune no one seemed to pay any mind.

She lifted her gaze back to the rest of the room, she inclined her head at Drego Ruus picking up the gesture. It was a good idea, an easy way to draw those in who support for their alliance with the GA had been...lacking. Not that their reasons weren't justified, but nothing drove mercernaries better than a pouch full of credits and well.

She let out a low whistle at DDSI's offer.

That figure was bound to turn some heads, she cast a glance to the other vode present, before answering Derron Daks directly. "You make us a vaccine, and I'll happily see your tax offset in Protector space."

She was distracted from Silaa's following words as Liorra stumbled in. Spitting blood and suggesting names for them to reach out to. She crossed the room in a flash catching the young mando by her waist. "Wayii, Liorra." she half carried, half dragged her to the side, setting her down in a seat gently, the girl was a mess. "Sit and stay still. And you can tell me everything about Dxun and who's neck I need to break."

She nodded to Rickhardt Netherbane . "Keep her upright." she pulled a small pouch fron her belt, a med pack but together by Elise Ahana-Gwyneira for her. she began pulling the dented armour away from Lio's shoulder, exposing the bruised flesh beneath. A click of her tongue she nailed her with two syringes, one of bacta, the other with a powerful painkiller. As Khalil began to speak.

"It's not just people being infected. It's corpses being risen. Souls being turned to ghosts. I wouldn't look to science alone for answers on stopping this." Kahlil stood beside Valery, finally speaking up as he glanced to the others that had gathered. Undeath, undead. To think his former life as a Sith would actually be this helpful.

"I've examined some of the corpses, and they were long dead. They're not just spreading a virus. I'll be utilizing some of my own scientists and researchers to look into this farther, but the Force will be necessary to halt this."

She brushed Lio's cheek. that would do her for a fast minute before she could get her to a healer. She rose frowning at the resemblance Kahlil had to his father, she did her best not to focus on it.

"Science can hopefully give us something to slow its advance, give those on the front lines and additional defence, a combined effort between all fronts will get us that quickly. That needs to be our main priority. Outside of that our best options we've already covered. Shore up defences, bolster patrols and find a solution. You got a solution based in the force, or are you speculating? Because if its speculation, then we don't have time for it."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Several, depending on the source. But much like a scientific answer you're searching for, there needs to be grounds to explore and study. I can't pull out an answer any faster than a doctor can create a vaccine." Kahlil shrugged his shoulders just a little in response to Mia.

"These are creatures made with Alchemy and Sorcery. I can assure you bullets don't stop the ghosts they've created."

Mia Monroe | @Others I'm lazy.

 

[Dagge Krudar]

Casteban Mecetti Aloy Vizsla Valery Noble Mia Monroe Jasper Kai'el Vincenzo Krugar Talon Barova Drego Ruus

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The Vice-Admiral's temporary solution gained widespread acceptance within the assembly, with the exception of Sentinel of Harmony Jasper Kai'el , who suggested a slight modification involving an extraction operation instead of a slash and burn approach.

This adjustment was reasonable considering the risks at hand. While reverse engineering the blackwing virus could ultimately help halt the undead's spread to neighboring systems, the time required for such a task was a luxury they couldn't afford. General Vincenzo Krugar was of the mind that the Sith might have developed a method that shields their own troops from the effects of the Virus which was another point to consider, if they could utilize a similar method it could save hundreds of lives.

Brushing his beard for a moment in thought - as the gesture from Drego Ruus became clear in regards to the Empire of the Lost and the Trade Federation. It was within the realm of possibly for the Intelligence Agency to slip agents through the Federation's convoys but the political risk involved was far too much for the non-political Alliance Navy to undertake.

"It would be politically unwise to provoke the Trade Federation, given their private army and influence in the highest organs of government. Although - if a couple of vessels happen to disappear in hyperspace malfunctions. Those the Alliance Navy could explain." Ideon would make his own gesture towards the Mandalorians, not outright saying that the Alliance would cover up those disappearances merely explain that hyperspace malfunctions were a common occurrence.

"Asking for tax credits in such a pressing time seems awfully despotic, wouldn't you agree. Master Noble." The Vice-Admiral raised a brow at Derron Daks who had the nerve to ask for tax credits in exchange for a vaccine that would help the galaxy overcome this crisis. The Grandmaster of the New Jedi Order Valery Noble was officially running the conference and so her opinion on such a scheme would be paramount to the Admiralty.

"We can debate on if the solution relies in the force or in science at a later time, we need to create a plan of action..more detailed than simply saying you have this role, and you have that role." Ideon explained wanting to avoid the squabble over the nature of the solution.

 

[Rickhardt Netherbane]

The Supreme High Marshal stood immediately. His heavy armored hand rose and struck his breast plate firmly.

"At your command, Goddess!" He said, as he avoided looking directly at the woman who would one day ascend.

He looked at the unsteady youngling and lifted huge hands, made to look even larger beside the small woman, and placed them under her arms to hold her up.

"I've got you child," he said quietly, "Delivering a report while wounded brings you honor. The Gods of the manda smile at your strength."

Then...he stood stunned as Mia Monroe tended to Liorra with her own hands.

"God blessed child," He muttered reverently, "I will guard you with my life until The Goddess says otherwise."

He held on awkwardly as if holding an icon of worship or a fragile vase nearly lifting her off her feet without noticing.