Galactic Alliance dominion of Devaron and Aleen

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Aleen
Objective: Stir up the insurgency and brewing conflict and test a new Sithspawn
Post: 2/?

Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]

While her Aleena allies began preparations to strike at their government, she would stay where she was so she could focus on controlling the Festerers. The first of them had breached into the tunnels that the Kindalo called home, creating small openings to the outside. These openings, allowing the air that was toxic to the lifeforms below to seep into their home, would prompt Kindalo to investigate what caused them. She knew they would do localized groundquakes to try and close the openings... but they had no way to know they were being led into a trap.

Below, a Kindalo stirred from its rest as it felt the hated and toxic air washing over it. With a groaning of tree-like limbs, it dug its roots into the rock... and then felt searing pain, far beyond anything... it was able to turn its head to see a creature new to the underground crawling towards it. The Kindalo looked down and saw part of its body already having been eaten away by the acid in the creature's saliva. The creature screeched and ejected another attack, the Kindalo roaring as it was burned away and died. This scene would be playing out in twenty different locations in the underground as the Festerers began their attack, heeding their master's orders.

The first dominoes had fallen... and once her allies dealt with the government... Aleen would be a source of strife for the Alliance.

 

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

[ 03 ]​

Aleen​

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Oscar wasn't going to go to any meetings about building the new Jedi Chapter House on the planet of Aleen. He knew he wouldn't do well on the meeting, surrounded by people like these, and he didn't see the reason for attending whatsoever. Architects were the ones to make plans, but he was no architect.

He was also not a builder. He was there to help as much as he could, to be useful for the Alliance. Most of his time in the New Jedi Order he'd spent on training or pointless activities around the faction's mission sites. Things had to change some time, that was for sure, and now the time had come.

The seer leaned over his ship near the location where the chapter house would be raised. Looking over it, he couldn't say he really like the place, but he had to note it was for what was going to be made there.

After all, he wouldn't be the one to attend this place regularly. His home was on Sullust where he stayed for days and nights, trying to learn the mysteries of the Force. Even going to missions was a rare occasion.

 

[Joza Perl]

RED TEAM

Post: #2
Allies: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Rethgis Earua"]

Joza’s upper lip turned to reveal a quasi-grin as she spotted a familiar face at what qualified for a bar. Fyre was a good kid, a genuine Rogue with an adventurous streak—though she did have some concerns about his choice in lightsaber colors. “How you holding up, Dax?” She’d slipped into the chair beside him, eyeing him up with measured concern. Kaeshana had not been that long ago after all, and her ribs still ached with exertion. Ivan took his place in the chair next to her, ordering a Corellian ale before giving Dax a nod of acknowledgement. He’d seen the other man around whenever they went on an Underground stint, but they’d yet to exchange more than a few words in passing. Ivan was not impolite, but he was no social butterfly like his pink companion.

He eyes the Trandoshan making his way through the crowd though, bumping Joza in the ribs lightly with his elbow as he approached the woman. She hissed lowly in pain, giving the Corellian a look of distain—what was that for?—before her eyes landed on the reptilian man before her. He introduced himself, polite in his mannerisms, but that did not stop her expression from firming, scrutinizing Rethgis with a more critical eye than she had Dax. Joza held a dislike for the race, given that all of her previous experiences with Trandoshans involved slavery or her getting shot at. Couldn’t blame the girl for being a bit racist, right…?

“Welcome to the party, Rethgis.” She lofted a brow, lifting one corner of her mouth in a smile that was too predatory to be called welcoming. The Zeltron wasn’t glammed up for this job, her facial and neck scarring left visible to enhance the roguish vibe. Of course, she wasn’t going without a bit of eyeliner and some lip stain. “Just don’t let the girls distract you too much, now.” She gestured over towards Ivan, who was already being chatted up by a rather handsy and scantily clad red skinned woman. Still, she gave a glance to the side, gaze sweeping leisurely over the room. Rethgis had no doubt been briefed on the basis of the mission—take out the generator. “Oh,” She leaned in close to where she’d imagined the Trandoshan’s ear to be, a coy smile on her lips to give off the impression that she was flirting with him—to outsiders at least. “I wouldn’t mention the Alliance again. Doubt we’re exactly welcome here.”

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

Aleen
PharmaTech Industries

"Tell me more about Aleea, Admia" the soft-spoken Kiffar inquired to the automated, holographic A.I. Adima. The figure of a woman bloomed under the hundreds of intricate holographic arrays arranged around the lounge of the Venoei, a diplomatic vessel under the banner of PharmaTech industries.

It was as much a diplomatic vessel as one utilized for field research. PharmaTech was in the process of working towards a new method of terraforming. As such, that required extensive research across various planets. One such planet is Aleen. The natural filtration of the distinct evirons was a phenomenon to be researched and explored further.

[ A desert world on the surface, Aleen's upper crust contained a second major environ that contained a series of complex caverns with its own unique atmosphere. Formed by the growth of the unique arbozoic trees, the caverns were also comprised of tunnels carved by water, lava, and tectonic sheering. Maintaining a unique climate and an atmosphere dangerous to the surface-dwelling Aleena, the Underworld was inhabited by the tree-like Kindalo and the mystical being, Orphne.] Adema replied.

The brunette took a step forward, studying the holographic world displayed in front of her representing Aleena.

[ Just as the Aleena could not breathe in the Underworld environment, Kindalo were harmed by the unfiltered oxygen of the surface world. To this end, the planet's two sentient species made the conscious decision to recognize the divide between the two environs and remained separated. Aleena colossi dotted the surface of the planet, standing as relics of their ancient society abandoned in favor of a simpler lifestyle. ]

Adema added, observing the brunette. As an A.I, she had an ever growing personality, but it was still a little strange for self-discovery.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Aleen
Objective: Build a new Jedi chapter house
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Post: 5/25

In her mission briefings, she was told that the Great Seal was due to the toxic nature of the Underground, allowing the Kindalo to remain separate from the Aleena on the surface. She was thus lucky that her beskar'gam had a socket for oxygen bottles to be attached to the rebreather, that she didn't attach just yet. And, for some reason, she sensed a nearby disturbance in the Force. Coming from underground. And the signature of the Force-disturbance was very similar to that of a massacre. Someone - or something - was making a rampage against the Kindalo living underground. Perhaps that was related to the troubles of the Kindalo that occurred near the Great Seal? she thought. With that said, she spots a suspicious hole drilled, leading to some spot in the planet's Underground, perhaps some Kindalo cave settlement. Luckily, the air in the Underground wouldn't be flammable; if it was, it would mean that she couldn't use pyrokinesis or Electric Judgment and force her to stick to cryokinesis. With that said, she takes the broomstick lower, and opens a channel to the Jedi architect left behind, before entering the hole, which is wide enough to allow two broomstick-flying, human-sized Jedi to fly through it:

"Architect, this is Therapist Actual: there is a disturbance in the Force. Someone, or something is killing the Kindalo underground"

"Therapist Actual? Are you even a therapist anymore?"

"No, it's just a codename I use to conceal our real nature from the Aleena or the Kindalo. Anyhow, either the Aleena deployed something that is designed to withstand the rigors of the caves, or it could be deployed by a non-Aleena third party altogether"

"I see: the Aleena wouldn't themselves venture in the caves without protection"

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Aleen
Objective: Stir up the insurgency and brewing conflict and test a new Sithspawn
Post: 3/?

Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Noire Vanya Tal"] [member="Oscar Grant Paxon"]

While her pets did their work in the tunnels, killing any Kindalo they came across and continuously burrowing through into different tunnels and caves. Every kill meant the Kindalo would be growing more agitated, more likely to attack anything they saw as their attackers remained unseen. One Kindalo had managed to crack the carapace of one of her pets, but thanks to the ability her master had imparted into it, she could sense that creature had burrowed deep and was even now repairing its carapace.

"Descend and record, remain unseen," she ordered to her probe droids. They would follow the path of the nearest hole to her, slipping into the underground to record everything. With that taken care of, she turned her attention back to her allies. They would be moving into positions to stir up their fellow Aleena. All they had to wait for was the Kindalo to trigger a larger groundquake and they would act... or before would be just as good. Five of her Festerers were burrowing their way to the Great Seal itself, their designated objective being to destroy it completely and some of the Aleena insurgents were going to help with that regard.

"I wonder if they have the forces to stop what is coming," she mumbled to herself. There were a lot of moving parts to the conspiracy after all.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Devaron
Red Team: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Rethgis Earua"]
Objective: Don't get caught

Dax shrugged when the woman asked how he'd been holding up, moving over to give the two room to sit in the booth with him. "Could be better. Cybernetic stomachs are...interesting...and I mean, I feel like a lost a limb altogether now. Not used to fighting with just one saber ya know?" he said as he poured the two a drink into some of the extra glasses which ringed the table.

When the Rogue said he'd felt like he'd lost a limb, that was nothing short of an understatement. Having his heart wrenched from his chest was a more astute comparison. The saber had become a part of him, and now it was a missing piece. One he'd retrieve.

Dax's eyes moved up as a Trandoshan approached them, hand moving to the knife strapped to his leg underneath the table. Generally a slaving race, much like Joza he didn't quite trust the alien, especially since he his kind as one of the parties responsible for his master's death. Still the Knight made a larger attempt than Joza to hide his misgivings about the man. "Nice to meet you man, sit down, have a drink." He said in a friendly manner as he motioned with his left hand for them all to sit before pouring a third cup out. His eyes were no longer on the Trandoshan though, instead they darted around the room to see if anyone had overheard them. Thankfully the loud music and alluring dancers seemed to have drawn the attention away from the four of them. Didn't want things to go south before they even started...

 

[Audren Sykes]

Blue Team
Post: 02

Why anyone would have chosen this place for a celebratory dinner, Audren couldn't tell. The food wasn't nearly as good as the prices would suggest, and most of them were barely drinking. Drunk at a company party was one thing, but drunk on a company party offworld was another entirely. Travel costs increased tremendously when the word 'interstellar' was added to the description. Not to mention it added a very nice cover to the three at the table who were actually a part of this mission.

In the speeder lot outside, some quick and quiet changes were being made. Two vans were parked side by side, the same model and general color. One was being wrapped with a thin plastic film. It didn't alter the color of the van at all, but it did slap a few logos in various places. The same places, as a matter of fact, as the van next to it. On that van, a couple of magnetic plates were slapped on, covering the existing logos in a flimsi-thin covering that was seamless in the darkness. The last bit was a dent in the forward right bumper. Some putty and a dash of mimetic paint covered that up; the replication of it had been put in place hours earlier.

Now virtually identical on the outside, the interiors only had minor differences. Notably, two of the food storage cabinets had been replaced with weapons lockers, the doors locked in a way to appear jammed unless activated very particularly. In the two weeks the SIS has pulled surveillance, the originals hadn't been opened once, not by the driver or the restockers. The other differences were the slightly-thicker floor and ceiling - barely thick enough to fit a humanoid male - and the hidden hatches to access them.

The last change was the switching of the Reserved sign from one parking spot to the one adjacent.

 

[Xena Amonali]

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GREEN TEAM​

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Xena gave a curt nod to [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] and Ajuma Ma. "Nice to meet both of you." She gave both of them a toothy smile before her golden eyes wandered over towards [member="Rebel Sunka"]. She gave the man a small grin before going back to the others.

It was shaping up to be a nice group, though she silently wondered how the others shaped up in the stealth department. Sure, she wasn't the best herself but at least she had some experience. It was all a matter of taking the plan an executing it to a T. How long that would take was anyone's guess.

The casual thumping of AT-AT's walking around outside reverberated even inside of the bar, the colossal metal "dogs" would make each teams work a lot harder. Xena was silently hoping that they didn't run into any of them on their way from the safe house. Mix that with decently sized patrolling squads of troopers and it was a recipe for disaster if they managed to be found. Sliding her way through the bar, Xena went to the door to look outside, she had a subtle idea of the patterns of the patrols, but it wouldn't hurt to look again. She gave a small nod to [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] while walking to the door. The night was cool, the air quiet for the most part beyond the normal hustle and bustle.

She spent a few moments just looking over at the patrols and the AT-AT's, quickly flicking up her comm system so that it was running fine. The linked subcutaneous commlink she had came to life, filling her hearing with static momentarily before it died down. Xena did glance back, examining the team once more. Her eyes rested on [member="Liliane Lancaster"] for a moment, examining her demeanour and features before going back to her examination of the patrols.

 

[Chalim Vern]

RED TEAM

@Rethgis [member="Dax Fyre"]
Chalim was enjoying himself sitting at the bar, he was at the dancers but Sala gave him the dirtiest look ever, and he knew that it was better in the long run to have Sala happy than those dancers. Most of the crew were out with dancers, leaving only Sala there right next to him.
"So, why are we here again?" Sala asked.
"Because we were asked by [member="Joza Perl"]Earua to, we gain some rep with the Outback, and we're getting paid."
"Well, why didn't you just say that?" Sala said.
"Because then I wouldn't have been talking with you for as long," Chalim said grinning as he leaned into Sala.
"Are you really that desperate," Sala said as she got closer.
"You know, you're right," Chalim said as he leaned back, "I need to assert myself, I need to be strong, take charge, be adventurous, from now on I'm a new ma..."
"Oh just shut up and come here," Sala said as she smothered him.

 

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

[ 04 ]​

Aleen​

[ [member="Noire Vanya Tal"] ]​

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Oscar was by no means one of the only people trying to help out the mission on Aleen. There were many people -- builders, architects, engineers... But not only them, but also healers, doctors, guardians, and many others. Oscar didn't fit into many of these categories; he was the only seer around. Whether or not his powers would prove useful at all, he'd no idea. But that's where he was supposed to be, so he was there.

You're useless, a voice spoke in his head. The voices had been quite calm for a while now, so it had only been a matter of time when they would return. Oscar had been ready for that event,

"I'm not useless. I am useful in my own field," Oscar muttered peacefully, after which he pushed himself off he ship's side and started moving around. A few Jedi were around the place, so he decided to have a talk with them. Maybe a Knight or a Master would be there to give him something to do.

"Hello, I'm Padawan Paxon," he started talking to one passing by. He was definitely a Knight -- more advanced and important than a Padawan, but by no means a Master yet. "Is there anything I could help out with?"

"Uh, I'm not sure yet. I'll have to think a little bit; I'll let you know later," the man replied. He was obviously a little bit busy at the moment, so Oscar decided not disturb him any longer.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Devaron
Objective: Support commerce
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
|1|

Devaron was a modern world. Even if they did not have urban sprawl that covered the entire world, their people had been one of the first utilizing space flight to expand their borders and these days Devaron imported much of their needs from the Galaxy. Technology, consumer goods and entertainment mostly, this was something that Lord Fa liked a lot.

An inter-connected Galaxy where wares moved up and down, supply and demand.

Today he was once again due to meet with [member="Saffron"], one of the representatives of Arceneau Trade. A pleasant face for the gargantuan trade concern. Quite smart indeed from this Miz Arceneau.

It was no secret that Lord Fa had a vested interest in the energy sector of the Core Worlds.

Similarly Tai's interest in renewable and green energy was also not a secret. It was, probably, for this reason that Saffron contacted him a few weeks back. Apparently they had managed to create a stable source of respectable power, but now was the trick to refine it. With his help, this would probably be easier, considering his far reaching contacts in the Core Worlds.

Fa Holdings had bought some property in Montellian Serat, the capital of the world. Some warehouses near the spaceport, a landing pad, much needed entrances to worlds' market.

It would be easier to bring in products this way.

But the meeting itself would be placed in the administrative arm of the investment firm, located in the Merchant's District of the city.

 

[Saffron]

Location: Devaron
Objective: Support commerce
Allies: [member="Tai Fa"]

The sleek, chrome body of the Theed Hanger Shipyards yacht would land upon the landing pad with a quiet hum. Inside the young, blonde woman rose from her seat, adjusting her blue sari as it rustled along her body. Saffron was here to meet with Lord Fa. Since Mechis, the pair had become better acquainted. Both shared a love of botany and with the young clone a representative of PharmaTech and the other subsidiaries under Arceneau Trade, it made sense to find more times to get together.

In this case it would be Devaron. From her understanding, there were a few tensions about. Her purpose was not to become involved, however, she had the full trust that Lord Fa would have her security and safety in mind. The engines waned their hum as they shut down, and a moment later the airhatch popped open. The extending ramp allowed the Companion and her attendants to slowly descend. They were to meet Lord Fa in the administrative arm of the investment firm, located in the Merchant's District of the city.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Devaron
Objective: Support commerce
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
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Fa Holdings did not profess loyalty to any specific institution, government or alignment.

They currently worked with the Alliance, because it was Lord Fa's belief that this government in the Outer Rim was the best method for stability. Some Sith enjoyed chaos, they thrived in it, reveled in it, but Tai had always been a different sort. Pragmatic to a fault and enjoying stability from the rule of law.

Without this stability it was pandemonium and the law of the strong.

Silly, really, there was no true profit in it. Just the endless fire and loss of opportunities, Lord Fa would never support such a situation if he had anything to say about it.

But the point was this.

Lord Fa was welcome and relatively safe in Montellian Serat specifically because he picked no real side and because commerce was quite important for the livelihood of many people living in the city. Even the Warlord realized that he needed the support of the people in some measure, if he wished to stay in charge.

Of course, the Thirriken was blissfully unaware that the SIS was currently planning out an operation to bring down the Warlord.

It would be quite the fireworks when that comes to pass.

Vigor Troopers were already stationed in wait around the Yacht and led by a familiar sight for Saffron. Vnut of Garnib was leading them right now, even as Chief of Security he did not leave Lord Fa's sight or presence often.

"Ma'am." Vnut would greet with a quick nod, before returning to his natural, searching and observing gaze around the perimeter. "Lord Fa requested me to escort you to the compound personally."

"If you would follow me?"

 

[Rethgis Earua]

RED TEAM
Chalim Vern Dax Fyre Joza Perl

Rethgis exchanged swift nods of greetings between the rest of the crew as they came clear to him. Nevertheless, it was obvious he knew the other's perspective upon his kind, but he- himself was did not pursue his people's honor but rather.. his own, he dismissed their mild concern with a reaffirmation of his head before settling himself on a seat infront of the bar, enclosing the liquid Dax crossed to him right before Joza mumbled to his ear, a moment later he admitted his mistake- his focus was at the dancers before he approched, straying his focus abit.

"Ah-.. Right." he replied, emitting a chuckle.
"Anyway-.. Am I the only one who's picks are blasters?" he made sure to tone down now, though far from alerting suspicion. His eyebrows curled, his features hinting uncertainty of the his fellow crewmen's weaponry as if he was not regular for him to work amongst lightsaber wielders. His own pair of DL-18 blaster pistols were obvious to be seen holstered at the two sides of his belt. "I never worked with swordwielders-... Hmh, I get there's always a first." He hummed, nodding his head. "Anyhow.. You got a ship of your own?" He inquired, attempting to spark up a conversation with his comrades.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Aleen
Objective: Build a new Jedi chapter house
Allies: [member="Oscar Grant Paxon"] [member="Noire Vanya Tal"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Post: 6/25

Something's very wrong afoot. It seems that the disturbances in the Force are getting stronger the closer she gets to the Great Seal. Whoever that is, it seems to target the Kindalo closest to the Seal: they know that the Great Seal has great symbolic importance to all the residents of the planet. I'm going in full throttle, she thought, now entering the suspicious hole, and also with the oxygen bottle being installed on the rebreather socket. So the Great Seal wasn't too far from the royal palace after all. And it didn't take long for her to realize that there were... dead Kindalo everywhere. Some of them bore the marks of heavy cutting equipment, others were eaten away almost as if acid throwers were used against them. The acid marks seemed fresh, which means that, wherever the perpetrators were, they may target her along any second. If an acid burst targets the broomstick, she may not even have a broomstick left! But will she be able to reach the actual cave, where she will be able to maneuver the broomstick, especially if the perpetrators used a contraption that allowed for homing projectiles with acid payloads. She counted her blessings because the perpetrators didn't spot her going down the hole.

"Architect, that is not looking good. It appears that some unidentified parties have taken to killing Kindalo"

"Therapist Actual, any clues?"

"Some of the dead Kindalo were butchered with implements that resembled vibroblades, others would use stuff akin to acid throwers: one would think that the perpetrators would act in groups. Requesting backup to the Great Seal area, over"

"Copy, Therapist Actual"

 

[Elmont Block]

Laminanium

Post #1

The Devish smuggler sat at what have been the stickiest table in the dingiest bar on Devaron. He sipped a weak ale and wished he were alone. Not that he minded the other patrons - fellow horned Devish males and furry Devish females, plus a smattering of non-humans from other worlds. Zee was used to aliens; he'd grown around them - given his chosen profession.

No, it wasn't those near him that aggrivated him. It was the alien beside him. He took a sideways glance at the cause of all his hassles. The human was staring back at him with unnaturally blue eyes. It was as if he didn't trust Zee - which the Devish presumed he didn't. He'd been caught running some slightly contraband meds and given a choice. Help the Jedi he now sat next to, or spend fifteen to twenty on a penal colony.

Helping the Alliance! The Devish shook his head but smiled weakly at the Jedi who was rubbing a hand over his face, no doubt feeling several days of stubble. Weren't Jedi supposed to shave? Or have a beard? Zee couldn't comprehend a state inbetween.

As he glanced around the bar, he saw that over in the corner several patrons were gathering around a table. A sabacc game was forming. If he wasn't playing nursemaid to the Jedi, he'd be over there and winning handsomely. Every game he chose not to participate in, he would win - that was a mental given.

"Focus," the Jedi said, bringing Zee's attention back to the table they were at. "Have you seen the corrupt custom's official yet?"

 

[Liliane]

[ 05 ]​

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GREEN TEAM

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"Oh," Liliane could only mutter. She hadn't known the boy wasn't really that close to his father. Despite her having horribly bad skills in Force Sense, she could tell there was a disturbance in Trextan, but she didn't know how to get rid of that. Maybe it was not hers to get rid of at all.

"Well, I must tell you Jacen is a great man; a great Jedi who's done a number of good deeds. I don't know a more heroic man than him. I hope is as great of a father as he is a friend," Liliane spoke, trying to carefully pick words in order not to make any more emotional damage. She was not good with speeches, but she did know a little bit about psychology.

The Jedi Marshal then looked away from the boy, letting her eyes glance over the rest of the team. Many different people. Many different personalities. Many different skills. All united by the common goal. What a great combination, she thought.

"But there's no time to get all philosophic about it. There's a mission we have at hand," the Marshal put her hand on the boy's shoulder, trying to comfort him. "It should be about time. What could be taking so long?" she changed the topic soon. She didn't know what exactly they were waiting for, but she was getting rather bit anxious.

However, there was this unexplainable feeling of comfort she had inside. Maybe the time off from the New Jedi Order had had some good effects on her, after all?

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

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Aleen
Objective: Stir up the insurgency and brewing conflict and test a new Sithspawn
Post: 4/?

Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Oscar Grant Paxon"] [member="Noire Vanya Tal"]

While the GA representative thought they were unseen, Eldaah has just been alerted by one of her hidden probe droids that they were in the tunnel. A live feed would appear and... was that a Twi'lek on a... broomstick? Really, this was who the Alliance sent to Aleen? That was just... extremely odd. Her Festerers were hiding themselves in their tunnels, well all of them except the five that were nearing the Great Seal. They had done their job well so far, and she could feel the rage and pain from the Kindalo even from her secret position. The ground shook slightly as that rage became directed towards the surface, now to push things just that little extra further.

The GA representative was heading towards the Great Seal, likely following the trail of death her Festerers had left... and right into a slowly growing group of angry Kindalo. Kindalo that would see someone from the surface in their precious underworld just after being attacked from the surface. Mounted on her broom, she almost looked like a commander of some sorts, overseeing the assault from above her people on the ground.

In the capital city, her Aleena allies were still getting into position to begin their coup. They had some additional support coming as another hijacked transport was landing, loaded with a few more Festerers to support the insurrection. Speeches were being made by her more persuasive allies, people nervous about why the groundquakes were beginning again, and the speeches were blaming the Kindalo. The claims were the Kindalo had reneged on the agreement, that these groundquakes that were beginning were just the opening salvo in a final attempt to kill off the Aleena.

 

[Chalim Vern]

[member="Rethgis Earua"][member="Dax Fyre"][member="Joza Perl"]
Chalim and Sala walked over to the group, "Heard you guys are talking about ships, finally something interesting. I got myself a YJX-1200, modified from a recent excursion with stygium crystals, now it's a stealthy ship!" He was obviously a little tipsy.
He shook his head and tried to focus, "So, any of you guys got something interesting, I'm bored."