Galactic Alliance dominion of Devaron and Aleen

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Joza Perl"] and friends


Ring, ring ring...The incessant ringing and beeping of her commlink's alarm system would not stop. Verily, the noise was terrible. It pulled Elpsis out of a very pleasant dream that we cannot elaborate on, lest the kiddies be corrupted.


Elpsis did not feel like waking up. The covers were soft, two beautiful girls were snuggled up against her and the dream was so nice. But the ringing would not stop. Finally her eyes fluttered open. "Alright, alright," she groaned, trying to find the comm device and switch it off. This was a bit difficult because she had trouble seeing inanimate objects, though the noise gave her direction.


"Oh, you're awake at last. You slept like a log. Did we wear you out, darlin'?" one of the girls, a marvellous exemplar of Devaronian womanhood with more curves than a scenic highway, cooed, giving Elpsis a cheeky kiss on the nose.


"Wanna go another round, my sweet?" a pretty, purple skinned Twi'lek queried, her eyes sparkling with mischief, rubbing her foot against Elpsis' and nuzzling her neck.


"Uh...," before Elpsis could say anything coherent, further dialogue was cut off by the Twi'lek silencing her with a passionate kiss. On reflex, Elpsis kissed her back, then locked lips with the Devaronian. The comm link rang again...and Elpsis finally remembered the thread's plot. Judging by the post count, she was running late. "Sorry, girls. I really gotta go," she said apologetically.


"But Incendia," the Devaronian pouted, doing her best to look a bit hurt. "We can have such fun together. We haven't shown you the special yet!" And she could earn more money!


"I'm real sorry, girls. But I got...stuff to do." Elpsis managed to disentangle herself as tactfully as possible. It took her a while to get dressed, since some of her clothes were strewn around in odd places. Her firemane was a tousled mess, but that could not be helped. "Back later. Promise," she tossed the girls a bunch of credits. Probably a lot more than she needed to, but they'd been so sweet to her and helped take her mind off the last round of wars she'd fought in. Sorry, Great Wolf...I'll catch up on my prayers later. You're ok with that, right? Then she hastened out, which probably looked a bit comical but she was running late.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Blue Team
Post: 04

The problem with the shield generators was that they were well protected. After all, they protected the Warlord and his seat of power. Approaches were monitored, exteriors monitored by cams around the clock. If something suspicious was seen, mines were activated, the bunkers sealed up tight, and defensive emplacements became active. Being caught on approach was not a good place to get caught.

For all the exterior security though, the interior wasn't all too secure. It was generally assumed that if you were inside and in uniform, you were supposed to be there. With only one heavily-reinforced way in or out, it was a reasonable assumption. Fortunately for the team, the crew at this bunker had become lax in their security measures. It was rumored that security doors, which were supposed to stay locked to slow intruders, were kept open so the crew could move around easily and talk to each other. The cams sometimes glitched, but the informal guide was as long as they were back within fifteen seconds, it was good. Repairs cost money after all.

Even more telling, they'd gotten into the habit of ordering food every couple nights. There was nothing as formal as a rotation, and the food itself typically changed between orders. So sneaking a drug in with the food or drinks was less than likely to affect everyone, even if the containers were covered. Nevertheless, the SIS analysts had done their job well, had successfully predicted the place that would get the night's order. Hopefully the rest of their work was equally as good.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

GREEN TEAM

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

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As the vehicle pulled away Trextan took a flak jacket from under his seat. Jacen had taught him that even the most accomplished Jedi could make mistakes and a good bit of duraplast between your vitals and a blaster bolt was always a good idea. He unzipped his civilian jacket and slid his lightsaber from inside it. After slipping into the armoured vest he started to strap on a weapons belt for a blaster pistol and his saber.

Coordinating his two hands - the artificial and the organic - was still slightly taxing. With a blaster and saber hanging from his hips he held both hands in front of him. Jacen had told him that there was always a cost in making a stand, fighting for the Light. He had seemed sad when he had explained that. Had looked at Trextan oddly. Trextan had paid a very real price in his first fight, perhaps his father's wasn't as easy to see?

He shook his head and placed his hands back on his lap again. At least it was easy to make delicate movements with the new hand. He had been afraid he would hurt himself with it at first. He had tried to see how strong it actually was. It had crushed a durasteel pipe easily enough without taking a mark.

Trextan looked up at Liliane. It was still strange to see someone who had known his father for years. To start to see the world he had been living in far away from Trextan. He sighed. There was no more time for idle thoughts. They had to get on with the job at hand.

There were several ways Trextan was like his father, he simply hadn't come to realise them yet.

 

[Saffron]

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

Oh, close to Belsavis? That also sparked a measure of interest in the Companions eyes.

"We have a few PharmaTech biodomes near there," Saffron added. The self-sustaining facility grew rare flora and botanicals. It also provided a venue of agriculture and ongoing research and development towards the revival of extinct or endangered species.

At Vnut's inquiry, Saffron gave a wane smile.

"I grew up on Ryloth. At the Oiran Guildhouse there. " There was more to the tale, but she would allow him that.

"Thank you," she added, grateful for his update. He seemed a bit distant. Constantly on the alert.

"Have you worked for Lord Fa long?" she inquired, her curious expression washing over him.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

GREEN TEAM

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

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"That's my name, don't wear it down, kid." Ajuma shot back to [member="Rebel Sunka"], the Devaronian female flashing her sharp pointed teeth with every word she spoke. By all accounts, most would put her to be in her mid-twenties or so.

"Asie Nie." Ajuma followed up when @Trexten Voidstalker mentioned someone working with them on the inside.

"Nothing but a sleaze ball waiting to make a bag full of credits." the woman wasn't too keen on using him, but it appeared that they had little choice in the matter. Rhen kept himself quiet, more intuned with picking up any disturbances within the Force.

Granted, Ajuma's sassy attitude was the most disturbing so far.

"He'd as soon as sell out his partner for a chance at a big deal."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Devaron, Montellian Serat
Objective: Support commerce
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
|5|

"For as long as I can remember." Vnut responded truthfully. "Met Lord Fa on Nar Shaddaa."

The memories were there. Bloody, ragged and howling at him with an intensity that surprised him, considering how many years had passed for that little Balinaka cradling his friends' bodies in an abandoned industrial park. But he buried it again, deeper now, because there was a job to do and crying about the past had little sense.

"He cleaned me up, gave me a purpose and an education."

The little bird was more his father than his father ever had been, but Vnut would never say that out loud, of course. It would probably have embarrassed the Thirriken, if he heard.

"The Guildhouse... that's the Companions' place, right?" First time he took his eyes off the street and to Saffron. "I never completely understood their purpose."

Diplomacy... it was a thin line to stretch.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Aleen
Objective: Stir up the insurgency and brewing conflict and test a new Sithspawn
Post: 5/?

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

"Interesting," she muttered as the GA broom-riding Twi'lek used Force Stasis on the Kindalo. To maintain a Stasis Field such as that over targets that large and numerous would be quite a draining feat, especially since the Kindalo were rather powerful beings. Still, it would tie her up for a time and give her Festerers and allies time to get into position. She did make a note for her master that the burrowing speed might need to be worked on, improving their front muscle structure and shape of their front scythes.

In the capital, the transport containing the additional Festerers had been unloaded by her insurgent allies, and they would be moving the crates with their cargo to the designated site to unleash them... right near a wall of the palace. Their man on the inside, the Minister of Finance, had maneuvered several of their number among those working within the palace, and those would start to move to positions to incapacitate the security centers. At the Great Seal, the five Festerers had arrived and were waiting for that last order from their controller. They, and the Aleena insurgents, could see a few Jedi architects and other personnel at the Great Seal.

"Begin," she ordered. The Festerers would spring out of the ground, spraying their acidic saliva at the Jedi while the Aleena would start shooting the smuggled blasters they held at the non-Force using group.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Aleen
Objective: Build a Jedi chapter house
Allies: [member="Oscar Grant Paxon"] [member="Noire Vanya Tal"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Post: 8/25

"Mayday, Therapist Actual, we're under attack by some unidentified creatures" one of the Jedi architects told her over comms.

"Please state your location"

"The Great Seal is under attack!"

True, Force-stasis was just a Force-power she cast to buy some time to investigate other areas around without having a horde of crazy Kindalo on her toes (or should she say, on her pad). But, because she was pretty close to the Great Seal, she could feel the disturbance growing as she flew through another hole that was not wide enough to allow Kindalo to pass through it. With that being said, if her experience of Force-stasis back on Gala is any indication, she didn't buy that much time, just enough to allow her to move to another location, still in the vicinity of the Great Seal though. Then again, the security personnel brought above were busy engaging these creatures that attacked the NJO personnel around the Great Seal. What the feth? she thought while returning to the surface. It was clear that she was in way over her head because the enemy is scattered everywhere: some of that was around the royal palace, while others were around the Great Seal, and others still elsewhere on the planet. As she flies towards the light at the end of the tunnel, she would feel that the worst is yet to come.

 

[Saffron]

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

Not many were really sure of just what the purpose of a Compaion truly would be. Saffron was well aware of what most would believe and how they interacted with her kind.

Those who were aware of their existence and interacted with the Guildhouse within former Confederate, Silver Jedi, and a few Core Worlds were aware of the Guild house and the Companions. Even then, there were a few who saw their profession as little more than lofty cafarels.

The position demanded some degree of respect; if anything because the Guildhouse were afforded protection under Danger Arceneau. Few would ever dare incur the Trade Queen's wrath -- and if simply being cordial and respectful to the dozens of Companions across the Mara left them out of the redhead's radar, then so be it.

Saffron gave a wane smile, tucking her hands along the folds of her sari.

"Yes, the Guildhouse is where I grew up," she told as much to Vnut. There was no denying that. Saffron felt no shame in her craft or what she did. She provided a service, a sanctuary, and the lives she'd touched as a Companion were plenty enough to warrant a satisfaction in that.

"Most folks outside the Mara don't really understand what a Companion's purpose is." she began, explaining in that soft, melodic voice of hers.

"You are not alone in that matter, Mistah Vnut." she smiled at him gracefully, no judgment nor shame in her eyes.

"Most folks consider us to be nothing more than Cafarel... but it is more than that. A Companion provides a service that is as fluctuating as the need. "

"A Companion is trained to listen, to entertain, to soothe, and even to offer advice, for they are well-versed on any variety of subjects from politics to the economy. :" she began to explain. "They are skilled musicians, schooled in literature, and stay current with all significant newsworthy events. They are trained to have a high degree of empathy and are trained in psychology so that they can understand their client's needs."

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

Aleen
PharmaTech Industries

"Adema," the soft-spoken Kiffar prompted the appearance of the Artificial Intelligence.

I stood there, watching the woman and awaiting her command.

"Then what happened?"

I pulled up the files. As Noire's A.I. assistant, I had access to the Arceneau Historical Archives. It was a direct copy of the Black Codex. A useful archive.

[ Vowing to leave behind the society that caused the near apocalypse on Aleen, the Aleena entered into an era of self-imposed seclusion and scaled back development considerable. Forming into kinship clades known as tahikos, the individual settlements maintained contact with a planetary government that advised the King of Aleen. Over the course of the millennia, Duros spacers discovered Aleen and eventually introduced the Jedi Order to the world. Establishing a chapter house over top of the Great Seal, the Jedi protected the world for a time, before abandoning their chapter house and allowing it to fall into disrepair. ]

" I see. Has there been any historical evidence of this seal breaking?"

A pause as I quickly ran through the information.

[ Around 21 BBY during the Clone Wars, the planet began suffering from groundquakes caused by the Kindalo because the Great Seal had been opened under mysterious circumstances. The Kindalo thought the Aleena were responsible, and so caused massive groundquakes in retaliation, prompting the Republic to send a squad of clones to undergo a relief mission. The Underworld was discovered, and eventually. they were able to seal the breach and restore balance to Aleen. Although the clones were skeptical, the Aleena were overjoyed. When the Galactic Empire came to power at the end of the war, the Empire established a observation post on the moon of Trohlu. ]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Devaron, Montellian Serat
Objective: Support commerce
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
|6|

"It sounds to me like it is a very honorable profession then." Vnut responded, before inclining his head in respect. "To take on other people's worries and troubles, to make them feel more at ease and better."

The Balinakas had a similar role for that. A shaman who stood ready to listen and help, possibly supply advice, to the young members of their tribe.

Mental health was considered very important on Garnib and their people made sure that those who needed it had access to all the help possible. Balanced and stable individuals were more of a boon to the tribe at large, which minimized conflict and maximized the amount of food they could bring back again.

There was a lot of pragmatism behind it.

Soon after they finally entered the merchant district and here there was a certain sense of peace.

No imperial troopers for one or AT-ST's patrolling around, it was almost like they passed an invisible threshold without any warning, but that was the power of commerce and money. Even despotic warlords knew the value of the coin and would bend over backwards, to ensure they kept it in some fashion.

"Almost there, ma'am." Now Vnut seemed more at ease, as the gates of the Fa Compound loomed in the distance.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Blue Team
Post: 05

The drive to the generator was fairly standard, despite the agents being secreted in areas smaller than coffins. Fortunately, none of them were claustrophobic. It wasn't the smoothest ride to be sure, this wasn't exactly a luxury speeder. But the streets were in reasonably good condition and there were only a couple jolts powerful enough to make heads hit metal. Given the tight spaces, Audren had expected there would be at least a couple and had braced himself: one hand behind his head, the other in front. Two of the others hadn't, and while he could sense their annoyance and pain through the Force they were too disciplined to audibly groan.

Surveillance had been spot on. Normally, beings would be stopped at the perimeter with a full inspection of their vehicle, explanation of why they were there, ID check, and more. This time though, they barely stopped long enough to verify the delivery boy visually. After all, the guard at the gate got his break after everyone else...the sooner they finished, the sooner he got his.

In another successful point, the van parked in the same spot. It had been determined that cams covered the back door of the van, but not the front driver door. The instant that the driver picked up the first set of food from the back and headed in, a hatch popped open from the ceiling. Ny, the slimmest of the agents, slipped out with a gymnast's agility and popped the latch on Audren's space, then turned to start pulling out weapons and tools. The Sephi, in turn, popped the two other latches but left them closed, then pulled his own weapons. The two were out the front door three seconds before the driver came back with the second batch of food containers. They would need to be quick.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

GREEN TEAM

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

The van came to a halt with Ajuma and Xena in the front. They parked on the street opposite one of the entrances to the bunker. An entrance that was still firmly closed. Their man on the inside was still working for them, but it would take him another minute to get the doors open. Trextan eyed those around him. He looked towards the front cabin in confusing, unsure why the order to disembark hadn't come. His metallic hand rested lightly on the hilt of his saber.

One of the stormtroopers - this time a human in white, it seemed the imperial allies of the warlord were helping directly in places - stepped forwards from the bunker. He kept his weapon holstered for now. Within that helmet was a young man. Despite his conditioning he still hadn't found his feet on the job. Last week a situation with some locals had escalated and he'd ended up firing stun bolts into a crowd. He hadn't enjoyed it.

"You can't park here," he said to Ajuma and Xena. "Can you move on please?"

 

[Joza Perl]

RED TEAM
Post: #4
Allies: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Rethgis Earua"] [member="Chalim Vern"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
(OOC: Moving this along, hope you guys don’t mind!)

Joza paused in leaving the brothel when she felt a familiar presence waft over her senses. “Wonder where you were, hun.” A grin stretched across her face as she saw [member="Elpsis Elaris"] descend into the main level of the building. “Did you have a good time?” Reaching out, she tugged the other redhead closer to plant a quick kiss in greeting on her lips. “C’mon, you can ride with me. I’m a good driver, I promise.”

From her other side, Ivan rolled his eyes and shifted towards Elpsis. “If her driving is as good as her flying, then I hope you’ve made funeral arrang—oof!” He hissed in a mix of irritation and pain as Joza elbowed him heavily in the stomach. He hunched over slightly, holding the area where the woman had jabbed him with her cybernetic limb. “Ivan, if you’re not feeling well, maybe you should go and wait on the ship?” There was a saccharine sweet note with Joza’s offer as the Corellian straightened out, grumbling something about crazy pink women before making his way out of the building and towards where the speeders were waiting.

“Best to get a move on, now.” Giving Elpsis a bright smile, she gestured for her to follow—if she wanted to—before heading into the alley. She gave Chalim a nod of acknowledgement as she started up the hunk of junk. “Good thinking, backup could be useful if we get caught in a tight spot. We’ve got to keep this as quiet as we can manage. That is, until we get there.” The Underground had a penchant for being rough around the edges, no denying that. Perl preferred more covert operations herself, something about her smuggling blood.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Joza Perl"], Outback people


Joza was a very pleasant sight for Elpsis' somewhat tired eyes when the young firemane dashed out of the brothel. Her exit was thoroughly lacking in dignity, but that could not be helped. "Uh, yeah. Totally. Don't tell Auntie Sio I was late!" she replied a bit sheepishly, eagerly returning the kiss. They were, like, totally best girl pals. But they had work to do. She trotted towards the speeder after Jozie, whose Corellian man-slave was being uppity again.


"Men," Elpsis muttered dismissively, as if that summed up everything. Jozie got a cheesy thumbs-up when she elbowed with her robotic limb. She raised an eyebrow when Jozie elaborated on the need to be stealthy and stuff.


"Quiet? That wasn't in the brochure. You promised me a firestorm," she pouted, in mock outrage when she boarded the bike. "But, ok, cool. What's the plan to get inside and raise hell?" Their target was a communications tower and a shield generator there. Blow up the generator, muck up enemy communications and spread revolutionary slogans about truth, justice and the Corellian way. Sounded simple enough, unless you considered the horde of mooks they'd probably have to take out first.


Elpsis felt a strong feeling of deja vu: It was always a comms tower and a shield generator. Presumably there'd also be a bunch of impractical walkers that the bad guys had found in a Galactic Civil War museum.

 

[Saffron]

Location: Devaron, Montellian Serat
Objective: Support commerce

[member="Tai Fa"]

"Thank you Vnut." Saffron replied, her smile ever lingering over her pink lips. Ambling alongside the towering figure of the guard would seem to dwarf the petite blonde. However, there was no denying the amount of grace and confidence she seemed to radiate.

"This was a former matriarchy, was it not?" of course, Saffron had studied and research the planet. If they were going to conduct business here it always made sense to ensure that one knew the political climate well. With things up in the air with the First Order and the Galactic Alliance, anything could potentially affect trade and business. The former Prime Minister of the late Galactic Republic and her government seizures were a reminder of that.

"Have you heard any news of the rebellion?" her voice fell an octave in that.

 

[Noire Vanya Tal]

Aleen
PharmaTech Industries

I awaited my next instructing, following the slow amble path of the Companion I was here to assist.

"What is known about the Kindalo?"

A small pause and i made a data request. A milisecond later, I relayed the information.

[ The Kindalo are a species of sentient plants[ who stand taller than the average Human, at 3.1 meters. While most vegetal lifeforms grow in a permanent site, it is said that the Kindalo were among those who could move freely, using their lower outgrowth as legs, much in the same fashion as their semi-sapient cousins the fftssfft.]

"Almost like Neti?"

[ Not quite. Neti are shapeshifting plant forms. The Kindalo are not. ]

"I see. Continue Adema."

[ Like many other plants in the Aleen underworld, it is said that Kindalo are naturally bio-luminescent, producing a dim white light that illuminated the underworld cavern groves they dwelled in. What information I can find suggests thatt they also possessed organs that rendered them capable of speech, and they spoke in deep echoing voices. ]

"So I should be able to have a conversation?"

[ If one so desires, yes. ]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Devaron, Montellian Serat
Objective: Support commerce
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
|7|

Vnut simply nodded in acknowledgement of her thanks, but left it at that.

There was no need to delve further into the subject. At least not in his opinion, they all had their role to play in the Galaxy and as long as they were content and happy with it, than that was the only important thing. A job was a job and the one Saffron had seemed to be quite important and fulfilling.

"Correct." The next portion of the question was met with hesitation. The merchant district wasn't monitored by strict agreement with Fa and the other business owners and the Warlord, but that didn't mean all that much.

Not with the Imperial involved.

"We... may have had some dialogue." If there was one thing Lord Fa disliked it were regulations and red-tape. The Warlord, on the other hand, seemed to thrive in them. It seemed quite logical to start looking for opportunities to... undermine the current leadership in subtle ways.

"Yourself?"

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Aleen
Objective: Stir up the insurgency and brewing conflict and test a new Sithspawn
Post: 6/?

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

"Fool," she muttered as the GA representative zoomed off towards the Great Seal to help those under attack there. She would discover the Festerers of course, but then their purpose wasn't to remain hidden after all. One Jedi architect, the one she had speaking with, was already dead. Lightsabers weren't so good at stopping acid, and neither were robes. Blaster bolts from the Aleena she armed filled the air, yells of "Glory to the Aleena!" or "Down with the Great Seal!" or even "The only good Kindalo is a dead Kindalo!" accompanied them.

She wasn't sure what the GA rep hoped to accomplish by herself, she would need help to stop the cogs that were dangerously close to not being able to be stopped. In the capital city, the coup had begun, with more Festerers and Aleena insurgents attacking the government center. Static defenses were no use against an enemy that would melt their way through the walls, and their target was the king and his advisers and ministers. But even among their number, the Minister of Finance was pulling a holdout from his sleeve.

And underground, the Kindalo had suffered further losses from the Festerers there and their anger was exquisite. Already another groundquake rumbled the province, one born from the Kindalo digging their roots into the rock and shifting it. She began to recall her Festerers that were attacking the Kindalo as they would be taken back to her master for analysis. The five at the Great Seal would continue and the ones at the capital would continue their missions.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Aleen
Objective: Fend off the Aleena insurgents
Allies: [member="Oscar Grant Paxon"] [member="Noire Vanya Tal"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Post: 9/25

"To all GADF units in range, this is Therapy Command: we are requesting reinforcements on Aleen. The Aleena insurgents are about to overturn our positions! Deployment priority to the capital and the Great Seal: set up security perimeters around the royal palace and the Great Seal respectively. Also ground attack aircraft patrols must be set up, too" she broadcasted over emergency military channels.

She could feel the groundquake in the Force approximately where the Kindalo under a stasis field were, which means that the stasis field has worn off. But also the deaths of the survey crew near the Great Seal. She was closing in on the Great Seal, knowing that she arrived too late to save the crews. But it's clear that she couldn't repeal the party responsible for the crisis on Aleen by herself. But what naval units could be dispatched to Aleen would not be coming from Therapy Command: that fleet was too far away from Aleen to make it in time. Once she sprung out of the ground near the Great Seal, but not quite at the Great Seal proper, still flying that broomstick, she discovered five troubling creatures accompanying the Aleena insurgents, which definitely weren't Aleena - and the Aleena insurgents didn't have weapons leaving acid marks on some of the dead bodies. And then Cathul deduced that these creatures must be prioritized over the Aleena themselves, so she solved for their Maxwell equations as fast as she possibly could and chain-fired Electric Judgment on all five creatures, with the resulting chain lightning bouncing from one creature's carapace to another. And, as she expected, big headaches ensue due to her using up nearly all her computational power for using Electric Judgment on so many targets in a chain at once, but, hey, one had to do what it takes to defeat the insurgency. Meanwhile, elements of the GADF armies were on the move, due to arrive on Aleen in an hour or two. And rapid response teams would decidedly arrive first, concentrating on the Great Seal and the royal palace: said rapid response teams would arrive in five to ten minutes. Provided the Aleena security forces would hold out that long...