Galactic Alliance dominion of Devaron and Aleen

[Asmus Janes]

Devaron

Primary:
The SIS have been heading up operations on Devaron for several months now. A local warlord wrested control from the government two years ago and has declared support for a nearby imperial faction. From the capital city of Montellian Serat he rules with an iron fist.

The SIS have a plan to give control back to the people in one twenty four hour mission. Three teams of SIS and Alliance personnel have infiltrated the ancient city where AT-ATs patrol the streets at night. Red, Blue and Green teams are at safe houses in different parts of the city. Their targets are the three shield generators protecting the city.

An SIS Stealth Frigate is hidden on the edge of the system. As soon as the generators are down fighters will strike key garrisons and attempt to take out the dictator with a precise missile strike before he can flee and instigate a bloody civil war.

Teams must be small and there are no GADF ground or naval operations for support. If events do not go according to plan, you are on your own!

Secondary:
Laminanium (( Objective : complete a role-play from an NPC’s perspective who is accompanying your character. ))

Ultrachrome (( Objective : with two or more characters your character is not familiar with, become trapped in hostile territory and escape. ))

Personal Cloaking Device (( Objective : Complete a role-play without your character by only describing the scenery and actions of other characters from NPC perspectives without changing the course of the story directly. Ask for permission from the participants before engaging. ))

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Aleen

Primary:
Aleen: A careful peace has existed between the Aleena (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Aleena/Legends) and the Kindalo (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Kindalo/Legends) through the use of the Great Seal (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Great_Seal/Legends).

Once the Jedi Order had established a Chapter House over it, in protection of the compact that secured the peace between the two species. Now the King of Aleena has invited the New Jedi Order back to Aleen, with the purpose of establishing a new chapter house around the Great Seal.

This was prompted by the whispers of an insurgency of renegade Aleena, wishing to reignite the war between their people and the Kindalo. All in an attempt to reclaim their former glory.

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The bridge of the Subversion still held a distinct aroma of new paint. They had, apparently, finished off these frigates in record time. Asmus was fairly certain he was getting a headache from the fumes.

“All three teams are in position. Janes, get your squadrons ready. Timing is critical and we need to launch before the shields are down. You're going to need to come in low and fast.”

“I'll head down to Flight Command and monitor from there,” Asmus replied. New ship, new crew, new squadron. He now had overall command of the SIS fighter wing, comprised of Wraith, Spectre and Ghost squadrons. There were no GADF fighters in the Wing, nothing that could be traced right back to the Alliance. Just as they had been formally discharged from the GADF

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Liliane Lancaster"] [member="Xena Amonali"] [member="Taheera Sollo"]

GREEN TEAM

The Devaronian security forces - of which there was a great deal within the city - had now started wearing helmets that mirrored those worn by stormtroopers. Theirs were a dusty red instead of the usual white, but the similarities were obvious. Several of them marched through the bar the green team were gathering within. They kept carbines tight to their chests and loomed over the tables.

Serat was on full lockdown. De'chella was a paranoid man. He tightened his grip around the ancient capital. This wasn't going to be an easy mission. Three teams, three targets. No GADF backup. Just a squadron or two of fighters to strike when the time was right. His father, Jacen, wasn't even here.

Trextan kept his head hung forwards over his ale, his eyes low. They couldn't afford a fight now. The troopers left the bar and a general hubbub of conversation returned.

"Creepy," he said, referring to the local version of stromtroopers. "An anonymous face-plate that resembles a stormtrooper, but with horn?"

 

[Cortana Jade]

GREEN TEAM

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Liliane Lancaster"]

He scratched the back of his head, one eye scrunched up at the pleasure of the feeling. He shrugged his arms and turned back around looking over at the others, they seemed to be laying low...oh right! He smoothly lowered his head seemingly looking distracted by the little shot glass he had.

He began to turn the cup in a circular motion which made what was left of his drink swoosh around. This time he'd have to focus, because there was just too much at stake. He'd spent months on Yavin brushing up his skills and before his transfer to Nar Shaddaa he was assigned to this mission. Well this is the juicy chit he wanted right....

"They were kinda horny huh?" He said throwing back the rest of his drink, his face scrunched up at the intensity of it. "Chit...Just how I like it."

He brought his arms up, bending them in at the elbow. His hands came to cradle the back of his head and he chilled there with the others until it was their time. He didn't really know them too well...but they seemed close in his age. Perhaps he'd make new acquaintances but...

 

[Liliane]

[ 01 ]​

GREEN TEAM

Small team missions were a thing of Liliane's. She much more preferred to focus on a goal with a small group of people rather than with huge armies. However, the latter seemed to have become the Galactic Alliance's standard. Every mission, every single battle, every single dominion attempt was done with armies and fleets and hordes of Force Users.

But times had changed -- a mission on Devaron needed the Alliance's forces to be split up into smaller goal-oriented teams. The situation was unusually complicated. For once, the Alliance was not in a position of advantage. And that spiced things up greatly.

Liliane didn't delve into the men's chatter. They were making jokes. Manly jokes. Her thoughts were at the mission -- they had to wait. And for once, the Jedi Marshal was not the one to give commands and orders. They had to be patient, they had to be ready. And when the signal came, they would have to act.

Until then, she enjoyed a small glass of some alcoholic beverage. It wasn't strong, though, because the girl was obviously quite terrible at using the Force, meaning detoxifying strong alcohol was definitely not something she'd want to focus on.

She was slightly away from the men, but she constantly checked on them. After all, she was there with mere Padawans. It didn't mean much that one of them was Jacen's - Liliane's good friend's - son. They were still only apprentices and had to be kept an eye on. But she had faith in them.

[ [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] ]​

 

[Cathul Thuku]

OOC: Aleena speech is in <brackets> and Basic speech is bracket-less.

IC: Location: Aleen
Objective: Build a new Jedi chapter house
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 1/25

On behalf of MedCorps, and with the capital expenses being accounted for, Cathul accepted to be part of the construction of the new chapter house on Aleen. Of course, she is no architect, other than perhaps a naval architect, so she readily had to acknowledge that any Jedi with talent for architecture would be considered. Also, since she is part of the team, she had to tag along with any other members in a design meeting with the king of Aleen, held at the Great Seal's location. Sure, for some reason, Cathul was a little uncomfortable, probably because its desertic climate reminded her of her youth on Jakku. But because she was responsible for the capital expenditures of the MedCorps, she had to see what that money apparently is buying. And sure, she departed Kaeshana onboard a Neimoidian Yacht that she used for casvac a while ago, and, as usual, using her brain to perform these topological calculations typical of IAC, landing to the coordinates provided to her by the King of Aleen, on a landing pad atop a plateau. She is greeted by the royal majordomo upon arrival, needing to use Comprehend Speech to actually speak Aleena:

"<His Majesty bids you welcome. Are you a Jedi?>" the majordomo asked, in Aleena.

"<Yes, I am>" Cathul answered, not realizing that her Aleena is a little broken.

"<I suppose that you came here regarding the Jedi chapter house>"

"<That's precisely what I came here>" she answered, using the Force for the vocabulary.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

GREEN TEAM
[member="Liliane Lancaster"] [member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Laminanium (( Objective : complete a role-play from an NPC’s perspective who is accompanying your character. ))
Post 1

Ajuma Ma was a young Devaronian ranger within the Jedi Service Corps. Typically, she didn't see much combat. She was a ranger, a tracker. However, for this specific instance, she was attached to Jedi Knight Rhen Qel-Droma on assignment. Much like her typical kin, the vibrant female was covered in a fine pelt of red fur. It was almost hard to distinguish. She had wide lavender eyes and of course, the sharp incisors and long tongue that often made her kind rather popular in the Zeltros crowd. She often thought of that with a bit of annoyance; know either as traitorous smugglers or well, for far more livelier pursuits.

"We are." she added, annoyance dripping from her lips at [member="Rebel Sunka"]. Her arms went crossing over her chest. Already the Devaronian female was not amused.

"There isn't anything wrong with that."

 

[Xena Amonali]

GREEN TEAM

(Secondary Objective: Ultrachrome - With two or more characters your character is not familiar with, become trapped in hostile territory and escape)

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Location: Classified
Members:

Spoiler: Classified

[member="Liliane Lancaster"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"]

Sitting down next to Trextan, Xena giggled a bit to herself. "Maybe it is just for looks. It certainly makes them more imposing." She spoke between a sip of her drink. As much as she shouldn't be drinking, it was something to pass the time. It also certainly helped her to blend in with the group plus it didn't hurt that she metabolised alcohol really quickly. She was wearing some extremely casual clothing, the layers made her look more akin to a street kid then a Jedi. It was the perfect look for sneaking around the city. It helped too that she was piggybacking off of Trextan's bill for the drinks.

Listening in closely to the sounds of the bar. She casually checked her dagger up her sleeve, confirming it was there. With a bit of a shake, she shifted up in her seat. The others were a mystery to her, but at least she knew one person. Easier to know someone in a covert mission then to know no one. Makes it easier to work as a team in her opinion.

Keeping her head down, she was just waiting for the call. The simple statement of "Go". Xena hoped to be well acquainted with the others by the end of their mission, so long as they were all alive to see the end of it.

 

[Joza Perl]

RED TEAM

The second floor of their hotel room provided a decent vantage point. Outside, she could see the nightly patrols as they rolled by—a small group of soldiers, no more than three or four together at a time. Her eyes tightened, squinting at the very occasional AT-AT that trundled by. Tension, she’d been told, ran in the veins of Montellian Serat, and it wasn’t hard to read the anxious glances of the natives who happened to pass by her window.

“You going to people watch the entire night?” A grunt sounded somewhere from behind her, coming from the pilot who’d sat himself on the edge of the bed. Ivan was lacing up his boot, sparing glance at the Zeltron who lingered near the window. His question was spiked with no small amount of condescension. Joza had shifted some of her focus toward the Alliance as of late—first Atrisia, then Kaeshana, now Devaron. To be fair, he hadn’t known of her previous involvement with the NJO before she drifted into Silver space. “We should be heading down, don’t you think?” The Corellian followed up quickly before rising, patting the wrinkles from his pants as he prompted her. In some convoluted directive, they’d managed to place themselves in a room for rent above a brothel. Joza had laughed when she’d found out, gave Ivan a nudge and a wink. Now, however, there was an air of focus around the woman.

Her fingers slipped from the blinds she'd been holding open, pinching the cigarette with her lips for a moment. Ivan tended to rush her. Joza felt the need to get a feel for the beat of the city. Probably wouldn't come in handy, but you never know.

Without much of an exchange, the pair headed downstairs to mingle.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Aleen
Objective: Build a new Jedi chapter house
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 2/25

Cathul and the Jedi architect were brought in front of the throne room by the majordomo, through a tortuous network of cavernous hallways carved into the stone. By now it was clear that Cathul was to act as an interpreter for the architect that was brought in tow: it would seem that the architect, a Jedi Artisan, is too slow to use Comprehend Speech to learn new languages. The courtiers eagerly awaited the arrival of the Jedi; yet Cathul has an impression of déjà vu. Perhaps it's because this meeting somehow conjured up memories of Gala in her mind, way back in the day where she governed Azure. Aleena and Kindalo dignitaries are assembled in the throne room, most of which are assuredly unfamiliar with what can space magic do. They asked for Jedi assistance but several courtiers are somewhat skeptical of what space magic can actually do. Sure, they might be strongly associated with space magic, but because many among the Jedi don't seem to be able to use space magic that much, they are in a mode where some may need convincing.

"<Your Majesty, the Jedi have arrived!>" the majordomo announced.

"<The space wizards? Show them that they are the real deal!>" a courtier whispered into Cathul's view.

"<Roger, roger>" Cathul answered to the courtier, before changing her refraction index to -1, rendering herself invisible using Force-cloak.

 

[Dax Perl]

Red Team

Dax sat downstairs in the...less respectable area of the hotel, not really focussed on the main attraction in the establishment. Instead, his eyes were fixed to the cube of ice he slowly rotated around the cup of his empty glass of brandy. The Rogue was less than happy about his current predicament if he were to be honest. Hiding out in a place like this wasn't what he'd had in mind when he signed up for this mission. Most wouldn't complain if they suddenly found themselves in a brothel as a part of their mission. Dax though? No. He'd have his balls chopped off for even looking if [member="Azlyn Ike"] had known he was here. That experience was not one he'd be keen on experiencing.

Besides. The man had a Sith to hunt down. But he'd promised [member="Kimiko"] he'd stay safe. And charging head first at a Sith who'd literally just skewered him didn't seem to be a good way to keep his promise at the moment. After that's how he'd gotten stabbed in the first place...He needed to ease back into the swing of things. Raiding a temple full of undead, rescuing a Padawan from a gang of mercenaries...yeah Dax was really good at easing into things...

Soon enough another Zeltron, not his significant other, came down from the room upstairs, accompanied by her companion. Another Correlian Dax had yet to have a conversation with. "You two have fun upstairs?" he asked jokingly.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Liliane Lancaster"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Xena Amonali"]

Trextan permitted himself a grin at the devaronian's reply to the crude joke. He hadn't been attempting humour himself, merely reflecting on how odd it was to see the notion of stormtroopers adopted so readily.

"They say the design goes back thousands of years, to Old Republic times," he murmured. He leaned back in his chair, checking they'd gone. They'd started to adopt the notion of placing spies amongst the populace, but the were fairly certain there were none here. "The van is two streets away," he said.

Green team had a cargo lorry that they were going to load up with the team, their gear and explosives before driving it up alongside the generator and making their move. The plan to get back to their safehouse was more... Fluid.

He looked over at Ajuma. Far more than the others she had a stake in this. Her home was in the grip of a dreadful dictator. Then there was the firrereo from Sullust, an astoundingly beautiful Marshal who apparently knew his father well, the casually dressed Padawan who had put his foot in his mouth and the experienced Qel-Droma.

It seemed they had a few minutes to kill and he had yet to work out Xena was putting her drinks on his tab.

"Do you know my father well?" He asked Liliane suddenly. The question had been rattling around his head for some time now.

 

[Rethgis Earua]

RED TEAM

A weary Trandoshan strolled into the brothel, he featured immediate curiousity as his eyes sharpened at the many inside, a quirk of his lips formed a moment later while his hands stuck down his belt in a lazy fashion- Rethgis was clearly looking for a praticular personnel- a pink woman in a brothel; he figured it wasn't as easy as he expected. His gaze was hard to keep on his objective without straying around the brothel, but he made his paces forth nonetheless.
Rethgis was given very little detail of his destination and objective, all he was told is to find a pink-colored woman- but he was determined, he strolled through the brothel until his gaze set on [member="Joza Perl"] , he knew she were the one he was tasked to find.

He proceeded before her, introducing himself with a bob of his head, "Rethgis Earua-.. I was tasked to find you regarding.. 'team red', I intend to join the crew for Alliance's task in the planet."

 

[Audren Sykes]

Blue Team
Post: 01

This was a bit different from the typical. Most of the time, at least in recent times, the shifts in power had been accompanied by massive shows of force - and of Force = with soldiers and space fleets. This time the shift in power would be a bit quieter, hopefully. The plan was pretty simple: three ground teams to take down the defenses, then a fast strike to eliminate the opposition. A precision operation, in other words. This one was led by the SIS, so it was no wonder it was planned to be quieter.

Though he didn't know specifics, Audren understood that other teams were at other safe houses in the city. A hotel, a bar. More than that he didn't know, and there were enough of those establishments for the knowledge to not be a danger. This team, in similar fashion, was in a restaurant under the guise of a company celebration. A successful contract signed with some small company on the planet - all of which was true. After all, truth was the best cover for a lie.

The Sephi's typically-distinctive features were masked to some degree. The SIS teams had dyed his hair a reddish-brown, given him inserts that changed the shape of his face enough to fool facial recognition, and provided lenses that altered his blue eyes to green. And had provided inserts to his shoes that altered his gait. They had wanted to cut off most of his hair and surgically alter his ears, but that would have been more than needed. He wouldn't be here long enough for that to be needed.

The group had been given seats by windows. Nothing prestigious, but it gave them a good view of the streets. And as a result, a good view of the groups of soldiers that walked past, as well as the single AT-AT that clunked by. While the dishes on the table rattled with each step, the windows themselves didn't, which bespoke better construction than the Jedi would have given the establishment credit for. Throughout the immediate area, there was a good show of cheer and nonchalance, but the Force told a different story. The civilians here were worried, giving the feel of almost walking near - but not quite on - a cliff's edge. The soldiers were also tense, but it was more pressure from above than fear for their lives, if he was interpreting it right. They were arrogant as well, rightly believing that their horned and faceless visages brought some fear in those they tried to intimidate.

 

[Liliane]

[ 02 ]​

GREEN TEAM

Liliane now looked at the young Voidstalker -- the one person she'd been trying her best not to look at. It felt weird to think that Jacen had a son. A lot of time had passed since the two first met, that was true, but it had never really felt like such long time. However, now the living example of the passing of time was sitting right next to her.

"I'd say so, yeah," Liliane gave a relatively easy answer to the question. She could tell the boy had been meaning to ask about it for a while now. There was nothing wrong with that -- she herself was really curious as well. About how the Jedi Marshal was as a father, about what he'd told about her to the boy... Of course there were better times to chat and get to know each other, so she wasn't going to ask all the questions now.

But a casual chatter could fill the remaining few minutes they had, so she was willing to learn a little bit about the boy and let the boy learn a little bit about her.

"We've been friends for years. I think we met first when I was fifteen. So yeah, that's a long time." She wasn't really old, though. At least she didn't feel old, even though her chronological age told her otherwise. Only at times like these it struck her that she'd been hanging around with people from the Covenant for nearly a decade now. Oh the wonders of fluid timeline.

She took a sip of the drink, emptying the glass. It had been a good one, but she had no wish to get more. She had to keep a clear mind for the mission, because that was going to be no easy task.

"I hope he's told you all the good stories about me," she smirked, "and only the good ones."

[ [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Xena Amonali"] ]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Aleen
Objective: Build a new Jedi chapter house
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 3/25

Most of the courtiers gasped in amazement when she changed her refraction index using Force-cloak, making her feel unseen. Already, for many of the people in attendance, they never got a chance to see a white Twi'lek (most Twi'leks they ever saw were green, yellow, purple or blue) in their respective lifetimes. Exactly who was skeptical enough to request a demonstration of magic she dared not try to determine. But, if changing one's refraction index was not sufficient, perhaps the very skeptical courtier would be the test subject of the mind trick. Sure, she might not be the best at using a mind trick, but she had to try somehow. She tries to change his thought pattern when using the mind trick, by interfering with the courtier's brain circuitry when the power is in effect. For what she knew, the courtier may as well be one of those renegades that wish to reignite the drums of war between the two species that lived on the planet. She hated these sorts of audiences where they needed demonstrations of their Force-power, and yet she managed to remain under the effect of Force-cloak and still have enough computational power left to do a mind trick at the same time. However, Force-cloak was more computationally-intensive than the mind trick, and she knew it.

"I find your lack of faith disturbing"

"<You find my lack of faith disturbing>"

"You will never doubt the power of the Force again"

"<I will never doubt the power of the Force again>" the courtier that previously whispered in her ear told the rest of the court, under the effect of a mind trick.

 

[Cortana Jade]

(2)

GREEN TEAM

[member="Liliane Lancaster"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] | [member="Xena Amonali"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]


Pushing back on his hands, he would rest his head for the moment. He heard giggling which prompted his eyebrow to slowly rise. He peaked over and noticed there were grins, though not at anything he said. Then her heard a voice cut through it all behind him, and he turned to see a Devaronian woman. His eyes immediately fell on her arms which were in the process of folding as if she was annoyed, though when he looked up to see her face it was evident she was annoyed.

Ahhh...well he hadn't any intention of making a joke but...

He scratched the back of his head continuously as his face had a oh crap expression. A very awkward laugh, "Aha I...I apologize." He tucked his lips and shook his head, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with it..." Noticing that it was going no where, "You have lovely eyes..." His face scrunched up, "No? Alright...ehhh I will stop now."

Sigh.

Well...he lacked proper training, and not the Jedi type. He'd been this way for forever...and didn't really feel embarrassed, he was too lazy to think about that. Perhaps that's why he was assigned to be on this assignment, his instructors on Yavin felt he lacked the proper attitude suitable to be a Jedi and he'd have to get serious.

In a way, that's likely why he'd come to the Alliance and New Jedi Order in the first place. They'd help him get right before it all went completely downhill.

"So do these things normally go well?" He'd ask a general question after hearing what Trextan said, much more serious this time. "I probably lack the most experience here." Now whether he'd receive some sort of answer, he wasn't quite sure after the way his words were received. But this was his attempt at trying to be social with the others as it seemed they all had some sort of connection in some form or fashion.

He figured this very instance would require him to be social beforehand. But....

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Liliane Lancaster"] [member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Xena Amonali"]

Green Team

Trextan furrowed his brow and turned away briefly as he considered his answer. "Only briefly I'm afraid," he replied as he looked back. "We haven't... well... we haven't spoken a great deal really."

How exactly did he say more than that? It was all very surreal. Jacen had been out of his life for so much of the time. When he was very young he had seen him between tours. As he grew older and his mother left Jacen for the man Trextan had come to see as his actual father he hadn't seen much of him at all. After the Sith had ousted the Republic from Coruscant he hadn't seen or heard from him in any way.

Until the Alliance took back Coruscant and an unfamiliar man had come with a group of Jedi to find him training in the Valley of the Sith above the dark side nexus that had been cleansed.

What was increasingly surreal was coming to accept that Jacen had lived a life all of his own in this time. It made Trextan bitter and jealous when he found out that there were a number of young padawans Jacen had trained and guided.

His hands curled up into balls on the tables and he deliberately looked away from Liliane. His attention returned to the misfortunes of Summary, which brought a half-hearted smile to his face.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

GREEN TEAM
[member="Liliane Lancaster"] [member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Laminanium (( Objective : complete a role-play from an NPC’s perspective who is accompanying your character. ))
Post 1

[member="Rebel Sunka"] would suffer the increasing scrutiny from Ajuma Ma as he proceeded to - almost comically - place his foot into his mouth.

"Well, you are not the first to make a horny joke." Ajuma was not a Jedi. She might be working along with the Jedi Service ExplorCorps, but well, she was a little bit rough around the edges. Trextan would have the right mentality; the Devaronian had the most at stake here. This was her homeworld.

A red hand came out to flick the middle of Rebel Sunka's forehead, an olive branch as much as a way to focus him. Those violet eyes then went panning over to the Corellian to the side. He was struggling, holding a hand over his mouth. Amused.

A glare shot over to Rhen, but the woman held her tongue, instead she clucked her tongue and turned her attention back to the group.

"Forgive Ajuma," The Jedi Knight finally managed to compose himself enough to introduce his companion.

"One might say she spends more time out in the field than with others. " The woman's arms crossed over her chest again.

"But she will be invaluable with her connections and knowledge of Devaron." It was in Ajuma's interest to bring the Matriarchal government back into power. Devaronian culture had developed quickly from hunter-gatherers to an industrial power in a short amount of time. The species developed a divide in gender roles during their tribal stage when males had to travel several days from settlements to hunt for prey while the females maintained the safety and organization of the camp. While the matriarchal government developed and funded space technology, it was the wanderlust of the males which drove the species to the stars and beyond.

So having a warlord come in and wretch the government from the matriarchial resistance movement was imperative.

"For those who do not know me, I am Jedi Knight Rhen Qel-Droma." Ajuma saw the Jedi Knight gesture over to her. And now she was being pointed out again. "And this is Ajuma Ma.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Aleen
Objective: Stir up the insurgency and brewing conflict and test a new Sithspawn
Post: 1/?

She had been unsure why her master wanted her on Aleen, besides to stir up trouble. She had made contact with a small insurgency among the Aleena that wished to eradicate their subterranean neighbors, the Kindalo, and bring greatest back to their people. She had promised them support in this goal, offering something new for them to try against the Kindalo... something the Kindalo would have no defense against. Something her master wanted tested before further deployment. But now she understood.

A member of the insurgency had reported a representative from the Alliance had arrived to discuss rebuilding the old Jedi chapter house at the site of the Great Seal. Now her master's instructions were clearer. A prolonged war between the Kindalo and Aleena would draw Alliance resources into the system, tying down soldiers, supplies, Jedi... just one more hotspot to fix.

"What shall we do now, Dark One?" one the Aleen of the insurgency croaked at her.

"We make the Great Seal moot," she replied, looking over at the creatures she had arrived with. The new Festerer Sithspawn, something no one had seen before, were ready for their test. With a command from her through the Force, they began to burrow into the ground. Only twenty of the creatures were present, but that should be enough. "Once they reach the tunnels, they will begin destroying any Kindalo present and with the crust breached and the underground exposed as it is, the Kindalo will blame the Aleena. Even still... something should be done about the Great Seal and those gathered there."

Festerer Stats (only for OOC use, IC they are still unknown)

Spoiler

[SIZE=9pt]Image Source: http://media.blizzard.com/sc2/game/units/zerg/science/roach.jpg[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Festerer [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Designation:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Non-sentient[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Homeworld: ?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Creator(s): [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Taeli Raaf[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Development Thread(s):[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Biological Type:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Crustacean, reptile[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Breathes:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Type I[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Language:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] No language besides screeches and roars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Average Lifespan:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] 15 years[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Average height of adults:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] 2.5 meters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Average length of adults:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [In meters. If not applicable put N/A][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Average weight of adults[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]: 150 kg[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Appearance:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Carapace covers much of its body, with two scythe-like appendages on its back and front legs. Front legs are designed more to allow the creature to quickly burrow into the ground.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Hide Rating[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]: 7 for the carapace (Can take blaster bolts and physical weapons well enough, cannot stop a lightsaber)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Willfulness[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]: Creatures can be controlled by those trained in Beast Control or that can dominate their wills[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Strengths:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]+ Highly acidic saliva can eat through most materials (restricted materials take longer) and the creature can fire a stream of it as a ranged attack[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]+ Creature can burrow into the ground and use the nutrients and elements in the soil to repair its carapace[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]+ Bladed scythe appendages can slice through up to medium armors[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Weaknesses:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]+ Creature can be injured by its own saliva[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]+ Direct applications of the Lightside will outright kill it (i.e. Force Light)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]+ Carapace cannot stop a lightsaber at all[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Diet:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Eats meat, prefers it partially dissolved[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Communication:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Screeches and roars[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Culture: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]No culture[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Technology level: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]No technology[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]General behavior:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Work in progress[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]History:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In her work on developing new Sithspawn monsters, in conjecture with her apprentice Eldaah, Taeli began to create the creatures known as Festerers on the world of Tynna. Using the native species of Tynna known as the suuri, a crustacean that is a common sight in various markerplaces around the galaxy, as the base creature to change, Taeli began incorporating traits from the creature known as Divviks to make a lethal monster.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Through the use of the dark side and gene therapy, the Festerer was grown to stand at 2.5 meters tall and weight 150 kg, significantly larger than its base template. The carapace that covers the creature was hardened through use of alchemy, creating sufficient protection for the creature from attacks, besides that of a lightsaber. A trait that she enhanced from the suuri was in how the carapace was formed, with Taeli giving the creature the ability to extract nutrients and trace elements from soil that it has burrowed into and ingested.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Perhaps most destructively is the Festerer’s highly acidic saliva. Taken from the divvik, the Festerer can eject its saliva through muscles in its jaws as a ranged attack against prey/enemies and this saliva can eat through most materials (stronger materials like beskar and phrik take longer to eat through). This saliva, once outside the creatures’s mouth and specially designed salica sacs, can also harm the creature just as effectively as its prey. If an enemy or prey is close, the Festerer also has two scythe appendages to slash with that can cut through medium armors at most.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As a Sithspawn, the creature is weak to the light side of the Force, with direct applications immediately killing the creature.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Intent:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] To create a vicious new Sithspawn for use in operations against the light-side factions[/SIZE]

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[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Aleen
Objective: Build a new Jedi chapter house
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 4/25

"<Now that we are convinced of your ability to use the Force, I have but one request to make of you>"

"<My liege?>"

"<There are reports of troubles with the Kindalo underneath the Great Seal. If you truly can use the Force, you should go investigate. I will give you the coordinates of the Great Seal. The planning meeting shall be postponed until a later date>" the King told Cathul.

"<Yes, Your Majesty>" Cathul replied, while bowing to the king.

With that said, she returns to her ship, using Force-speed to hustle her way through the cavernous corridors of the royal palace. So much for negotiating with the King for the establishment of a chapter house: that will have to wait, she thought. She stashed away her beskar'gam, lightsaber and broomstick onboard her ship, from which she would emerge equipped with those items and riding her trusty broomstick. Sure, the broomstick was slower than a swoop but it could be more reliably used at higher altitudes and is much less cumbersome than a speeder. Investigating troubles like these would require her to wear that equipment, especially if hostile elements attacked her directly. And yet, the Aleena around the royal palace and in the nearby surroundings looked at Cathul with an amused look. A space witch riding a broomstick with a suit of full-body plate armor? She rode the broomstick while the Force-energy used in the Force-speed-assisted dash and these other magic spells cast inside the palace recharged inside her body.