Galactic Alliance dominion of Devaron and Aleen

[Thel Rhysode]

[ 06 ]​

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"Long story short, my ship crashed," Thel said.

The woman behind the counter looked at the boy with a face that said absolutely nothing. The monotonous voice of the woman's that then followed was even worse than her look, though.

"Mister, I don't understand what exactly am I supposed to do with this information."

"Well, for instance, you could karkin let me into the city where I could perhaps buy some stuff to repair my vessel -- what a karking surprise, ain't it?"

"Watch your words, young boy!" the woman nearly screamed at the pilot. "I shouldn't even want to let you into the city if you act like that, boy."

"Oh I love you too, grandma, but if you fething don't let me in, I will shove that same karking pen into your karking arse," the boy was getting annoyed by the old lady. He was restless for sure, because he was in a hurry to get to the city so that he would get to repair the ship and then fly away.

And by flying away, he would get to escape the chasers. What a fantastic plan, right?

If only the woman would let him pass. What the kark of a city even limited people passing through like that?

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

GREEN TEAM

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


Trextan bowed his head and she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. That way she wouldn't see the stern frown that creased his brow.

Once, several years ago, Liliane had refused to continue through the caves of Ilum until Jacen had explained how much being away from his son had bothered him. His fears had been true, Trextan had been taken in by the Sith. Perhaps if Trextan had witness his father's pained confession it would have changed things.

Jacen had been no kind of father to him, let alone a great one. But he was trying and that made everything all the more confusing. The Marshal had let Trextan shout and rage at him and given nothing back. Nothing, until Trextan’s arm could no longer swing his saber. Until his voice was too hoarse to shout any more. Forgiving wasn't always easy for the stubborn natured Voidstalkers.

“Let's get moving,” he said, checking the time. He slid his chair back and headed towards the door. There was a van out back and hopefully they could get it opposite the bunker with the shield generator without being pulled over. “Xena, think you're navigating. Who is driving?” No need to mention that he had never learned to drive a landspeeder.

 

[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: 7/25

The broomstick was practical to avoid the horde of angry Kindalo in the cave, due to the height of the cave, having pulled up in the nick of time to avoid the being grabbed by the broomstick handle by one of those angry Kindalo; she was there to look for suspicious items that weren't Kindalo. To her not to jeopardize the mission, she mustn't antagonize them until they provoke her, even though she likely had provoked them without doing anything. Because the Kindalo were tree-shaped animals that couldn't fly, good luck for them trying to catch her, some of them made attempts to this end... and lo and behold, they were soon stepping on each other's toes as their attempts to catch her were renewed. However, since killing the angry Kindalo mob would jeopardize her mission, she casts Force-stasis in an attempt to calm down and immobilize the angry Kindalo; if it succeeds, she would continue to track down the trail of death left behind by the perpetrating party, even though Force-stasis would allow her to buy some time at best. The worst is yet to come, she thought.

 

[Joza Perl]

RED TEAM

Post: #3
Allies: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Rethgis Earua"] [member="Chalim Vern"]

“Ha.” Her chin tilted upwards for a moment in contemplation of the cybernetic stomach. “Probably makes eating spicy food easier, yeah?” A toothy grin surfaced at the thought, receding to a more humble expression at the mention of his lost saber. “We’ll get him back. Kriffer had the nerve to taunt me after killing my girls before he ran.” In truth, Joza had little interest in hunting the Sith down at the moment. If they clashed on their own time or in another battle, then so be it. But she would support Dax in his endeavor to recover Darth Moreth’s saber…maybe even talk him into a different color scheme.

She nodded in acknowledgement to Chalim and his lady friend, recognizing his face from the briefing earlier on Kal’Shebbol. So far, Dax was the only familiar one to her. “Stygium, hm? Not bad.” Joza wasn’t a pilot by any stretch, but she knew enough about stealth shielding from Ivan. “Maybe splash some cold water on your face, eh Chalim?” As she spoke, one of the Devaronian girls sashayed over to her, placing a hand at her shoulder before running it down the Zeltron’s arm. There was a measure of restraint in Joza’s almost-predatory grin as she wrapped an arm around the red-skinned girl’s waist and pulled her closer. Job first, fun later.

“I’ve got a preference for disruptors, myself.” Joza mused in an answer to the Trandoshan, her mood lifting with the pretty company at her side. “Too bad I didn’t bring any along.” Anything that could pierce or even soften the pesky strong armor her opponents wore was a good tool in her eyes.

The comm on her wrist chimed and she glanced down before sighing. Looks like the fun was going to be cut short. “Looks like it’s time to take the party elsewhere,” Rising from her seat, she brushed a lock of the Devaronian girl’s hair behinds one of her cranial horns before giving her behind a firm squeeze. “Sorry, sweet. I’ll be back later, promise.” She cooed, but the girl just rolled her eyes and walked off. Joza couldn’t blame her—time was money in her profession, after all.

Out back, in a narrow alley behind the brothel were a few scrapped together speeders. They weren’t exactly quiet, but sound dampening technology ensured that the engines wouldn’t wake the whole city. Their target was a communications tower a little ways off, and the shield generator there.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

GREEN TEAM

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

" I'll drive." Ajuma said, the coral haired Devaronian female jumped in. There was no sense in letting someone else drive. They wouldn't know where to go. Or better yet, Ajuma had a few issues with letting go of control. And she had a bad tendency of back seat driving so to prevent any argument, the woman took point.

Ajuma caught the older Corellian's smirk behind the rub of his hand across his face. "Yeah, yeah, I saw that Knight Qel-Droma." eyeballing past Trextan and Xena, the young alien female strode past them.

"So you are navigating?" she turned to [member="Xena Amonali"], a distinct arch of a brow a brow.

"Don't mind her, " Rhen added, quietly. "She's just used to being bossy."

 

[Saffron]

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


"Ma'am. Lord Fa requested me to escort you to the compound personally."

Saffron provided an incline of her head in greeting. "A pleasure." pausing she awaited for him to continue.

"If you would follow me?"

"Of course," the young blonde woman replied. With a careful step, Saffron would follow Vnut. From her peripheral, she would study the young knight with a slight smile upon her lips.

"Are you doing well?" she inquired, curious how he had been doing. Saffron was a social creature, and she genuinely was interested in the well-being of others.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Blue Team
Post: 03

Down the table somewhat, one of the other members of the team caught Audren's eye and tilted her head slightly towards the outside. His only response was a blink and a quick glance at the chrono during his next bite. She was right, it was indeed time. Separately, the team left the building and slid into the modified van. Not a minute later, the late-night driver stepped out with some cartons of food and shambled his way towards the vans.

The SIS team had picked their mark well. The adolescent Devaronian was working two jobs and going to school on the salary; needless to say he was almost always tired. An offer could have been made, a bribe attempt, but with those it was always a risk that he'd turn them in to the authorities for even more money. So the team had opted to make full use of their resources. It barely took any effort to confuse the kid's thoughts enough to have him completely skip by his vehicle for theirs, back out of the parking space, and head off on the normal route. It was the last delivery of the night, he just wanted to finish up so he could get back home and fall asleep.

All according to plan.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Devaron, Montellian Serat
Objective: Support commerce
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
|3|

For a while the Balinaka did not reply.

The streets of Serat were busy, even with everything that has happened, but there was a tension running through it. Guards in imperial uniform manning posts spread throughout the streets, turrets at full display and droids in 'Snooze'-mode, just waiting to be unleashed. It would matter little that Lord Fa had the personal guarantee of the Warlord that commerce would not be tampered with.

This was a powder-keg waiting to explode and if they found themselves in the middle of it?

Vnut doubted that these guards would know the difference between merchants and rebels. Or would care about the difference, anyway. Even now, as they moved through the city, surrounded by a detachment of Vigor Troops, they were being scrutinized.

"Fine." The Chief of Staff replied, before catching himself in his lack of courtesy. "Tired. Lord Fa is an... enthusiastic connoisseur of opportunities."

Sometimes Vnut wondered where the small Thirriken got all the energy. Traveling from one side of the Galaxy to the next in a week, before returning within the next few days again. Always on the move. Always scooping out the last little additions to plans even he had no idea of, not the larger picture anyway.

"Yourself?"

 

[Chalim Vern]

Chalim grabbed some water and a snack and downed them while following [member="Joza Perl"] out back. He got on a speeder and Sala got on the back. He started it up and was surprised at how quiet it was considering its age.
"Nice rides, I like the more mechanical feel of these older models," he told Perl as she, her zeltron friend, [member="Dax Frye"] and [member="Rethgis Earua"] got on their own speeders. "The rest of my crew will stay with our ship in case we need some backup," he told them.

 

[Elmont Block]

Post #2

Zee appraised the Jedi. They were invariably smart – even with beards. If a Jedi could look like a Bantha, this was what he imagined it to look like – his hair unruly and brown, almost shaggy.

But Zee presumed the one known as Elmont was undercover. Yes, he almost nodded his affirmation at this thought, that must be it. The Alliance would not have saddled him with their least polished Jedi unless he was a master of disguise. And in Zee’s eyes, he was truly awesome in appearing disheveled and most un-Jedi like.

The robes he wore were stained and the boots were scuffed. Zee, despite his profession, prided himself on being immaculate. Just like his ship. Which currently was loaded with a consignment of contraband ready to take off world once the corrupt official gave him false clearance papers.

The Jedi’s plan was to follow the man and then use him to follow the chain of corruption upstream. Zee wanted no part of it. Once he was able to point out the official, he was off - and if the Jedi was distracted, he hoped to be able to disappear with the cargo too.

 

[Xena Amonali]

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

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[3]​

Xena gave Ajuma a nod of her head as they walked out to the vehicle. "Seems like it. I have been looking over the design of the city and the patrols so I have a decent idea of our time window." Her voice sounded calm and collected as the group got to the landspeeder at the back of the bar, quickly saddling up into her seat. Rhen's comment did put a bit of a smile on her face, something to help lighten the mood.

Reaching into her outfit Xena pulled out a datapad which showed their route. It was a bit of a winding one but it seemed like it would let them get past all of the patrols if they were on time. Once they were ready Xena actually took her time to see what everyone else was wearing, or at least what they had equipped. The young firrerreo was in an outfit that made her look like she was lost, at the very least a runaway. Something that could blend in easily with the urban landscape and even trick guards, if it actually came to that.

In her mind she was running through how they were going to manage to destroy the shield generator. With the amount of soldiers and heavily armoured vehicles patrolling the streets, it is not a stretch to assume that a shield generator would have some extremely heavy defences. "Not to think too far ahead, but what is our plan when we get there? Knock on the door and ask to come in?" She had no doubts that they had a plan. Xena just hoped that the plan wasn't something along the lines of "We will figure that out when we get there."

 

[Thel Rhysode]

[ 07 ]​

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After half an hour - karking HALF AN HOUR - of arguing with the woman, Thel was finally allowed to enter the city. It was quite a random one he stumbled upon. He didn't have much time or resources so he'd had to get to the settlement nearest to the crash site. It looked like a rather normal size city, so there was no doubt he might find something useful there.

He just hoped he wouldn't have to spend all his time arguing with somebody, doing stupid bureaucracy or anything. He hated such stuff; not because he had something against officially registering everything, but more because he didn't have the time. He was in a hurry all the time.

"Yo, do you have some stuff for my ship?" he asked from one of the random shopkeepers. He didn't know whether that was a spare parts shop or something else because all the signs were in the local language. One would think Thel would get to learn a lot of languages on his journeys, but that was a horribly wrong assumption because

1) Thel was in a hurry all the time, so he didn't have the time to learn;

2) neither did he want to learn anything.

"No?" the shopkeeper replied, his face twisting in ways that were unnatural. Obviously she was shocked, surprised, confused, even slightly angry. "We're a bakery, you idiot."

Huh, well, the joke's on the shopkeeper, though, because Thel was going to steal her ship anyway.

 

[Cortana Jade]

(3)

GREEN TEAM

He threw his hands up as his smirk took over, and his head was pushed back. Well it seems they were back on decent terms. He could tell. Her head turned when the Devaronian panned her over at another figure. He knew this guy! it was "Old man Rhen!" he said excitedly. Just enough for it to settle in that he sorta knew this guy and not too much for all the attention to be drawn to him. Well, he'd attended a seminar about the Jedi Corps which was moderated by [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] . He was likely one of the chillest older guys he'd met thus far. He'd only knew his name, seeing as how he bumped into him back then.

"Man, I didn't know you'd be here. Good to see you." He said nodding his head, and when the older male would introduce his friend Ajuma well...now that Rebel knew her name he just might poke a little fun if he felt like it. He twitched his eyebrows and lowered his head as a way of saying hello. "Ajuma huh? Nice to meet you."

He then looked over to [member="Xena Amonali"] , he responded to her grin with nod of his head seemingly saying what's up, it was followed by a smirk. She seemed nice.

The others had been caught up in side conversations, his question had been overlooked. His head jolted back and forth between the others to see if anyone would confirm what he wanted to think but...He took that as a no. These types of missions could really go either way. Ehh he shrugged it off and looked over at [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] when he called for them to go. His initial reaction was to pull himself up and walk out. Trextan seemed like he knew what he was doing...probably was the person to follow and get acquainted with. This just seemed more like his thing. Whenever he got the time he'd try and get in a few words see what his deal was, and whatta ya know they might actually become cool.

He still had his elbows up in the air, with his hands gripping the back of his head. He walked out behind Ajuma who was be oh so sassy. Rebel smirked to himself, "Ajuma...Ajuma" he said strolling past her and shaking his head.

[member="Liliane Lancaster"]

 

[Saffron]

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

If Saffron was offended, she certainly didn't show it. Instead, she kept the expression of warm cordiality upon her face. The right corner of her mouth upturned.

"He is certainly vigorous." the blonde would agree. Indeed, the clone had been doing her own busy work. Aurum Saacs bank was expanding across the 'verse in new locations. In progress were new vaults, security centers, and even a new monetary credit chip trade that would be accepted for trade across several Arceneau Trade centers.

Not only that, but Pharma Tech was in the works of expanding their botanical program. Perhaps the discovery of a new healing agent would be in the works. With The Quintessence reactor online, constant research and development were ongoing for being able to produce and refine the Dark Energy at a lower cost.

"One would say I am the same." she replied, the smile lingering.

"An enthusiastic connoisseur of opportunities. Energy to be exact." Mara Tibx was in the process of opening a new facility on Sarapin. She was to visit within the fortnight to review the purchase and products.

"Where are you from, Mistah Vnut?"

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

Aleen
PharmaTech Industries

Adema observed the brunette Companion mull over that information. She quietly awaited the next command.

"And it's history?"

Quietly, Adema brought up what information she could gather from the Arceneau Archives.

[ The homeworld of both the Aleena and the Kindalo species, Aleen was a world of two distinct environs that had a shared, yet separate history. Establishing a strong culture and a fierce army, the Aleena built towering monoliths that were vital to the religious orders that formed on the planet. The Infinite Empire controlled the planet at its height, and the Aleena and the Kindalo served as client species the reigning Rakata. ]

It was merely regurgitated information, Adema knew this, but as much fact as she could pull.

[ After the Infinite Empire collapsed, the Aleena experienced an expansionist era, during which they settled other worlds and spread out into the greater galaxy. Aleen Minor became a major colony of the Aleena species, and would go on to become the center of Aleena culture in the distant future. The Aleena came into conflict with the Kindalo that lived beneath the surface of the world, and the two cultures waged a terrible civil war that caused great damage to both societies through the use of technological weapons. When life on Aleen was nearly destroyed by the fighting, a compact was formed that secured the notion that neither society would interfere with the other again. To this end, the Great Seal was forged to serve as a reminder of the compact, and was placed within a primary tunnel opening that allowed access to the Underworld. ]

The Companion gave a nod. "And thus the self-imposed seclusion."

[ Correct. ]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Devaron, Montellian Serat
Objective: Support commerce
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
|4|

"Garnib." He responded absent-mindedly, while studying some movement in the alleyways. "Bozhnee Sector in the Outer Rim. Close to Belsavis."

After a while Vnut relaxed as it turned out to be simple beggars moving around and about.

Nothing to be particularly worried about, but the Balinaka did want to get off the streets as soon as possible. They were already exiting the Port and moving into the administrative sector, from which it was only a short walk to the Merchant District and the Fa compound. There they would be safe. Relatively speaking, of course, but the Vigor Troops would keep the pressure off.

"Yourself?"

It was difficult to stay completely focused and courteous, when you were trying to ensure the safety of your charge.

Perhaps that was courtesy in itself though. Caring more about the person you are protecting, than your own sensibilities when it came to proper and diplomatic behavior, not that Vnut was all too worried about all that now.

"We are almost there." He added softly.

 

[Thel Rhysode]

[ 08 ]​

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Thel was definitely, surely, by no means, a criminal. He never broke laws, even though he often did do bad deeds. But that didn't mean he was a bad person.

Stealing a starship was clearly a criminal act in most worlds in the galaxy. And despite all of that, Thel couldn't just bring himself to actually taking time to find a spare part shop to get his ship fixed. He needed to continue moving right now. So "borrowing" the shopkeeper's ship sounded like a good plan.

The woman was a simple person who didn't need to leave the planet a lot anyway, the boy thought, so he didn't see anything bad in using the ship.

And so the boy did leave the bakery, not feeling bad at all. He knew exactly that the ship he'd seen behind the building must have been the woman's. It was weird to think that a person's vessel would be casually parked behind a random building but that Thel needed to get a permission to enter the city. Just didn't sound really fair to the boy.

Of course taking another person's vessel was not as easy as one would think, considering many factors. Of course the woman would notice somebody trying to fly away with it and it probably also had security measurements.

But that didn't mean Thel couldn't try, right?

"You want to fix a ship?" somebody behind the man asked, clearly trying to catch Thel's attention.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

GREEN TEAM

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

"We've got a man inside the bunker," Trextan said as he clambered into the back of the small truck. There were rifles against one wall and explosives against the back of the driver compartment where Xena and Ajuma would be going.

"The bunker itself is four metres of duracrete with three weapons posts. Two floors, bottom layer is down deep around the core of the shield generator. Normally around twenty guards. We're going to pull up opposite the main entrance and the resistance operative inside is going to open them for us."

He idly tapped at his seat with his artificial hand. It was still an odd sensation. Similar to how touch had felt before, yet intrinsically different.

"We seal the doors behind us, deactivate the shield, then hole up in there whilst the air strikes come in."

 

[Liliane]

[ 09 ]​

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GREEN TEAM

The Jedi Marshal followed others to the vehicle. She'd learned some of the names -- Trextan was the son of Jacen, that was for sure. Xena was the dark-haired girl. Ajuma was the companion of Rhen's. And the last one? She couldn't recall.

It was odd to listen to a Padawan describing the scenario, but that was just the way it was this time. And it sounded a lot like they were going to need the rifles and bombs Liliane could see around. That was her huge turn-off about all of this. While she was not a traditional Jedi, she was also not über progressive or adventurous or anything, so close range weapons were really not her thing.

She much more would have wanted to use her lightsaber. Maybe she could do that, maybe not.

Xena and Ajumi would be in the driver's compartment, she used her logic, so everybody else was going to climb into the trunk. Perhaps a little bit crowded, but that didn't matter. They wouldn't have to spend their whole lives in this small place, so there was no point of whining.

But she couldn't help but think about Trextan and his relationship with his father. Liliane couldn't really remember a lot of what Jacen had told him, but she had started to recall a bit. And she could understand more and more how the boy might have been feeling inside.

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

 

[Aneya Maev]

[ 10 ]​

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"Devaron is not in the Alliance's territory," one of Aneya's employees, a middle-aged lady, told the woman. "Why would you want to send a correspondent there?"

The whole editorial was in a little bit of a shock. Not because of having to publish news from planets that weren't part of the Galactic Alliance, but because of the way Aneya was going to do that. She was determined to create a temporary outpost on the planet and then create a communications hub there.

Communications hubs were quite uncommon even in the Galactic Alliance territories, but now Sullust Central News Network was going to create one outside the faction's influence.

Of course, since SCNN was so influential in the Alliance, the high officials knew that the planet of Devaron was a target world the faction wanted to get under their rule. And if the News Network could start creating a hub there in advance, maybe it would be completely ready for transmitting news and information all around the galaxy as soon as it joined the Galactic Alliance.

"We may be Sullust Central News Network, but that doesn't mean we belong to the Alliance. Xander wants us to take risks and that's what we're doing."