Dominion Grass and Glass | GA Dominon of Chandrila

[Fable Solborne]

OBJECTIVE II- FESTIVAL TIME!
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If there was one thing that Kalistan moisture farmers knew how to do, it was party. And party hard. There wasn't much else to do after the end of the season to celebrate a successful harvest. Granted, successful meant harvesting enough water to make sure everyone would survive and selling enough to have enough credits to pay down the interest on the bank loans. A really lucky year was enough to pay down the principal. Not all of it, but enough to knock down the accruing interest.

Those didn't happen that often.

So when there was another harvest festival that Adhira Chandra had invited the Senators too, she'd gone to visit. Busted out her old clothes from home. Simple drab tunic and trousers with a white sash and a floppy hat. Not fancy, If anything, she rubbed elbows with the harvester workers who thought she was one of them.

But she reached the spot where the Senators were supposed to meet. Adhira had beat them there, which didn't surprise her much at all.

"Well, it's nice to see you up close and not from far sides of a giant room." Fable said, holding more sweet pastries than should be possible in her hands, and one in her mouth that she spoke around.

 

[Ezra D. Tavlar]

FREQUENCY
OBJECTIVE I/III - LOCAL MOTIVES / WORK MOTIVES
NAYLI SPACEPORT
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Din Marren Olen Halcorr Trevin Neros Kathryn Foster Camo Orerig​

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Another day, another eight hours of hourly pay.

That was Ezra's motto, at least, when he wasn't more than a system -- let alone several -- away from the comfort of his one-bedroom studio apartment on Coruscant. His work brought him to the planet of Chandrila by accident, or was it an accident? Either way-- His assignment onboard a small Alliance corvette came with the unintended perk of more free-time than he could've ever imagined. Don't get him wrong, though. The ship needed a thorough cleaning, but the crew were assigned leave down onto the world to participate in the festival, and Ezra was forced to accompany them off the vessel. Something about an inventory check was given as the reasoning for yeeting him down to the planet. On company time, of all things.

The Association would have a fit if they ever found out about it, but Ezra wasn't stupid enough to give them any details. Employee of the Month #4 would be a farcry if his reputation was tarnished because some idiot captain refused to let him do his job. The nerve of some people, he thought, but in the end there wasn't anything he could do about it.

Filing a complaint would just hurt his EoTM prospects once the complaint was all said and done. Instead of following procedure, Ezra decided to just go with the flow with this one. Arriving at Nayli Spaceport about thirty minutes later, the workless maintenance worker wandered the building, eyes scanning the walls, baseboards and other surfaces present. "Hmph. Not impressive." He commented, a pair of narrowed eyes following the maintenance droid who monotonously wandered throughout the complex. Resuming his stroll by his lonesome, his eyes lit up with life upon spotting a pair of items that really shouldn't have brought that much joy into his warm, innocent heart.

A lone broom and dustpan stood perched against the wall, almost as if the Force -- if he were following Space Wizard logic, that is -- had guided him to their location. Wasitng no time in acquiring them into his possession, Ezra traversed the complex with renewed glee, sweeping up the miscellaneous rubbish which those faulty job-steaing maintenance droids had left behind in the wake of their building-wide sweep.

For all the good that they brought, those robots simply couldn't clean worth a damn, despite their utility elsewhere. It was a shame that they stole so many of the Core Maintenance Workers' Association's jobs, but such is the cost of a standardized pool of labor in a post-Alliance society.

And before he could be bothered, headphones entered his ears, drowning out the ambient noise of the spaceport with loud 808's and chill vibes. Between the groovy vibes of Scott Mescudi and his newfound tools of the trade, the day would become much more palatable down on the surface of Chandrila.

 

[Olen Halcorr]

Location: Chandrila, Bormea Sector
En route to Nayli Spaceport
Objective: I - Local Motives
Tags:
Kathryn Foster Westenra Mina Marae Tavlar Tik Tik Din Marren Trevin Neros

This was meant to be a milk run? This was one of the many instances where Olen had wished he hadn't spoken so soon. He hit a button on the left of his control panel which got up his scope. It always seemed when things were calm, they had to get rowdy. But he was somewhat thankful to finally get some action. He took a look out the cockpit and grimaced as the shuttle began to dispatch troops, he couldn't let that happen.

"Hovertrain Team One, this is Twin Suns Leader, brace yourselves, contact at cars three, four and five."

They needed to take out those transports as soon as possible to even give the soldiers on the train, a decent chance at survival. "Look alive people, two marks at point six." Olen made a wide bank, ascending quickly over the canyon before turning back from altitude and switching to single cannon fix fire. He fire three red darts of lasers at the shuttles as the X-Wings started to harass them. Pulling up once more for another run, he narrowed his eyes in confusion as the familiar shape of a TIE fighter came into view, and it didn't look like it was there to help.

He made a snap roll, coming back down at 90 degrees and taking a single shot at a lone target. Not having time to contemplate on whether he hit or not, his sensors went off, telling him that two new marks were approaching. He though the Imperials were their allies, and that did not resemble a Sith Interceptor. Whatever it was, he needed to make a decision. Thankfully, it was made clear for him when the ships starting shooting.

"We got seven marks at point four five, Two, Three, Nine and Four on me, we're on those fighters, the rest of you, protect the hovertrain and destroy those shuttles. Move it!" He gave the order quickly knowing that the lives of the soldiers on the hovertrain depended on them now.

"Scissor right, I'll take the Leader." Olen snaprolled to his port, taking a potshot at the presumed leader who saw his moves and banked towards the canyon. He followed, jinking to port and back to aft, the fighter quickly descended into the depths and he kicked the X-Wing up into a seventy degree tallon roll, descending into the canyon with the fighter which he was hot on the tail of. The TIE danced between his crosshairs, coming into range for a second and he took advantage of this, though he overshot his mark as the ship moved out of range quickly. "Oh kark it!" The TIE pulled up and made a breaking manuever, trying to lose him.

"You're not out of it yet buddy." He told himself. He switched to quad fire on his laser cannons, he pulled the X-Wing up sharply, to which the enemy fighter broke hard to aft, just as he'd planned it. "Hold on ta something Dewback." He told his astromech as he heard distressed bleeps coming from the droid which were promptly translated. <"Not this again."> He chuckled from the cockpit before bringing the joystick around and pushing down hard descending on the enemy amidst Dewback's scream, his HUD went red and he hit the button, red darts of fire coming from his laser cannon and into the rear of the TIE, he grinned and sliced through the explosion, though its friend didn't seem too happy with the result of the bout. He ascended quickly, kicking in the thrusters to follow the Hovertrain.

 

[Westenra Mina]

As they each reported back nothing irregular, Westenra was almost ready to sigh in relief.

Everything was okay so far--

Then Trevin Neros started yelling about hostiles and approaching shuttles. Her scanners picked up the shuttles. Bastards. They'd hid in the canyon! Olen Halcorr gave the order to defend the train and that's exactly what 'Lana' intended to do.

Westenra flipped her ship around to engage another shuttle racing from below the hovertrain, firing all four of her lasers at it, forcing it to break off and kept firing, hitting its engines and sending it plowing face first into the canyon rocks below the train. More shuttles began to fly up.

"That Moff really hated these people!" the Android remarked, engaging the surprise shuttles, ruthlessly shooting them down into a river

Her scanners pinged another threat. Eight Fighters...TIE Hunters by the looks of it. Modded engines and weapons, racing the canyon floor to try and sneak up on the other defenders.

"Oooo, they got out the good stuff! I can't remember the last time I saw one of those. Hey, everyone! I know we're big on X-Wings and all, so tell me, do TIE Hunters count as X-Wings?" She asked, racing towards them in cruise mode, activating the Anti-Personnel Blaster. "Oh, and uh, watch this..."

Inside the cockpit, the Android's use of the targeting computer, calculating down to the millisecond, allowed her to target the cockpit of a Hunter directly as they started firing at her, the small bolts puncturing the transparent viewport after ripping away its shields with its rapid fire bolts and killing the pilot instantly causing the other 007 to veer off, but Westenra managed to shoot down one more in this manner before executing an extremely tight turn no normal human could have made to chase after them, still firing her anti-personnel cannon, chasing them at max speed, uncaring of the forces exerted on her body by physics, for she was not killable by most mundane methods unless it was a clean headshot with a VERY powerful weapon.

Westenra targeted and took out another two ties racing for the train, predictive combat algorithms allowing her to engage and pelt them repeatedly with a constant stream of Anti-Personnel cannon fire, ripping apart the shields of one until the S-Foils caught fire, causing it to careen into another, and then executing another ordinary-human-killing turn as the other Hunters started to engage and shoot, her skeleton shattering from the G-Force in several places, the ship whining as its structural stability was pushed to the limit, confounding pure organic pilots as she shot down a few more shuttles, even tricking the hunters on her to shoot down a few of them for her when they thought they had her in target lock, turning and spinning to fire at the cockpit, still in cruise mode, the rapid bolts piercing its shields faster at relatively close range and bursting it open, veering out of the fire of another, and pulling away. One of the Hunters could not veer off from its trajectory in time and smashed into the ground. Two left, pulling ahead for the train.

Westenra gunned the engines again, overtaking the remaining Ties, before doubling back on them, flipping and twirling her X-Wing throught a storm of cannon fire, like a fly rushing through rain drops of plasma as she slipped out of cruise mode at the last second, obliterating them with her standard lasers before rejoining the other defenders.

"I mean, they aren't bad..." she mused. "I'm just going to count them as X-Wings made by Imps..."

Kathryn Foster

Din Marren

Marae Tavlar

Tik Tik

 

[Andien Gale]

BYOO
Nadiri Dockyards
Allies: Shattered_Mirror
Enemies: Dorian Sevanar

Before the Alliance, before the Greyson Imperium or the High Republic there was Corellia and during that time when Corellia needed vessels Nadiri along with Republic Engineering supplied. The First Fleet's Hawks, a small squadron of the Starhawk Battlecruisers the system had been known for entered Corellian service and still continued to serve the Galactic Alliance now, with more vessels of the class being pumped out every few cycles. They weren't the main shipyard producing them any longer...Republic Engineering had seen to that, but their docks were an important resource for the sector, and the Alliance. So when coms went dark and rumors of star destroyers looming Taldrogo and his colleges were called on.

"Dropping out of hyperspace in 5," came the call of one of the navigation officers. In those five seconds Taldrogo began to appreciate the wisdom of Cassius Callaesar in holding back large portions of the Alliance fleet. The war with the Sith Empire had taken a good amount of ships with them but Callaesar's fleet held the line against the Imperial remnants that still deemed it a worthy cause to stir up trouble along Alliance border sectors.

The Starhawk-class battleship Queen Moradi dropped out of hyperspace at the Nadiri Dockyards, its escorts following it into battle. Captains and Commanders hailed the Moradi indicating they made it in safely, causing the bridge to buzz with activity. Sensor reports were coming in fast from preliminary scans. Several warships defended the dockyard, all registered as non-Alliance. One of Taldrogo's feet reached out to wave for one of the com officers to patch him in to the lead ship.

"This is Commodore Taldrogo of the Galactic Alliance. You have unlawfully seized assets and brought harm to Alliance personnel. This is not a warning to retreat, this is me reading your final rights. Prepare to be fired upon, boarded, and arrested. Resistance will be met with total and utter annihilation. Thank you." He waved again to end the voice only com message to the enemy vessels. He hated these Imperial Warlords. His gaze shifted to his first weapons officer. "Are your gunners ready?" The young man nodded. "Then fire the ion cannons. Target the Intercessor."

Moments later the cannons of the massive battleship fired and starfighters pre-launched before engaging streaked towards the Kuat-built vessels to make their bombing runs.

 

[Marcad]

Location: Hanna City; Chandrila
Objective II
Tags: Loske Treicolt

Despite their opinions and views on the recent current events of Chandrila, the clones did not go rogue and made any move of overthrowing the newborn democracy of the planet and replace it with some authoritarian military junta. Sure they were pissed and frustrated, but they remained civil and not go hostile. So when the blonde woman, whose face seemed a bit familiar, approached them Dreist and his sergeant only looked at her with the cold, emotionless stare of their helmets that were famous or infamous during a war long before they existed. Now they had the honor to wear those helmets in this age of the Galaxy, and accomplish what their predecessors could never finish.

"We have a duty to uphold, orders are orders," Dreist said to Loske, observing her face a bit more behind his helmet.

"Aye, that's right we're clones. There's more of us on planetside just a bit spread out with maintaining things," the sergeant answered Loske's question before continuing. "All of this is just a waste of time, no reason to be festive. There are much more important things to attend to than wearing a mask." They were oblivious to people's customs and traditions as they weren't trained or able to study the cultures of the Galaxy. They were soldiers, nothing more than that.

"You seem a bit familiar...aren't you a clone? I reckon I saw a face similar to yours in the Holonet with someone making a speech to the Senate of the Alliance. Something about clone rights when these self-righteous senators whined about banning cloning. It's absurd, it is something that doesn't sit well with us with those kinds of laws."

 

[Din Marren]

Chandrila // Supply Train // En route to Naylin
Objective: 1 - Local Motives
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)
Complement: Trevin Neros Camo Orerig Olen Halcorr Westenra Mina

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>>Two hostile ships on both sides of the train!<<
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Dare stops in his tracks and glances back to his team, certain he'd misheard the sergeant.

>>They are dropping soldiers onto the roof!<<​

Several heavy thuds above them confirm the ranger's observation. Guess it wouldn't be a normal field trip afterall.

<"Guess we don't get to sit and look pretty on this one, boys,"> he smirks to the internal camera in his helmet for his fire team to see on their HUDs, <"Let's get up there and say hello.">

Switching his voice from the external vocoder to his helmet's integrated commlink, he replies, <<Affirmative, Sergeant. Nobody's touching this corn on our watch. We're moving to engage -- see you in the Sunlight!>>

At that, the three commandos spring into action and barrel toward the far end of the cargo car they'd been patrolling. Resting his scattergun on his shoulder, Pop thumbs at the keypad to open the door. The deafening sound of rushing wind fills their car as the panel door slides to the left. With their audio dampeners kicking in automatically, the fire team barely seems to notice.

<"Scanners are showing the targets on the move, heading toward the front of the train. There's a group that'll be passing over us,"> taking cover at the side of the door, Pop's eyes remain locked on the meter wide gap between cars from behind the soft glow of his T-visor.

Pop's grip on his weapon tightens as the first of the armoured raiders clears the gap, quickly followed by two more. Before the last of them does, he glances back to Din and gives him a nod.

The lieutenant dashes forward, locking his viperwasp to his back as he exits the car. He plants a foot on a metallic ledge built into the next car's door, then leaps up to grab ahold of the roof ledge with his left hand just as the last of the assailants leaps across. In a fluid motion, he hoists himself up one-handed and snags the Imperial mercenary's ankle with his free hand.

Before the Imp has time to react, Dare yanks his leg out from under him and sends him tumbling off the side of the train with a final shriek.

Taking advantage of the moment of surprise, Pop emerges from cover and jumps up to use Din's dangling form as a ladder. He scrambles up with surprising ease, rolling into a crouched position on top of the train with his mag-boots engaged to avoid their first target's fate. Din follows suit, hoisting himself to the rooftop to join his teammate behind the three remaining mercenaries and drawing his blaster pistol.

<"Kriff, they've got sec--"> two quick pulls of the trigger silence the shout, giving Pop just enough time to pull his doombringer back off his back.

An airbourne explosion catches the commandos by surprise. Glancing into the distance, both Dare and Pop spot a TIE fighter engulfed in flames with an X-wing streaking away from the sight. The stall on their assault last just long enough for the two remaining mercs to get their footing.

<"Deploying cover!"> one shouts, dropping a small orb he'd unclipped from his belt. It hits the ground and quickly rolls before it seems to magnetically lock in place. Separating at the center, a transparent red deflector shield ejects from it

 

[Keln Geel]

Bormea Sector // Nadiri Dockyards
Objective: BYOO - Liberate Nadiri Dockyards
Allies: Shattered_Mirror Andien Gale Constantine Oliva
Enemies: Dorian Sevanar
Complement:

1 x Scythe-class Main Battlecruiser, "ASV Krakana"​

1 x SS02 X-wing Starfighter Squadron​

1 x AI01 A-wing Interceptor Squadron​

1 x YB02 Y-wing Starbomber Squadron​

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"Queen Moradi has emerged from hyperspace, Captain. We are locked on their position and preparing to drop in formation," the Chief Navigation Officer, a young Duros woman in standard Defense Force officer's garb, adjusts several switches on her control panel before grabbing hold of the hyperdrive's thrust lever. The streaking starlight surrounding the Mon Calamarian battlecruiser starts to collapses, refocusing toward the front of the vessel as she eases the throttle downward, until the Krakana is finally ejected from hyperspace.

"Commodore Taldrogo has already synced the fleet's IFF markers. We're detecting several hostile craft around the dockyards," the mon calamari officer running the sensor station pulls up the results of the vessel's preliminary scans, overlaying them with the holographic tactical map in in front of Cpt. Geel's seat, "we're looking at a single Pellaeon-III supported by a pair of Donnagers and a handful of escort ships."

"Is that all?" Keln lets out a throaty chuckle, "deploy our interceptors and put power to shields and engines. Bank left, we're going to go wide and out maneuver this poor, lumbering sod."

Two synchronized shouts of affirmation come from the helmsman and power control station.

"Lt. Zekand," a dark coloured nautolan turns his head at the Captain's summon, "open a line with the Commodore on Queen Morandi."

On the bridge of the dug's mighty Starhawk, a holographic bust of the mon calamari Captain appears before him.

<<Commodore. Cpt. Geel of the ASV Krakana reporting in. My vessel is deploying interceptors and moving to flank the enemy Star Destroyer.>>

 

[Dorian Sevanar]

Focus | Dorian Sevanar
Location | Nadiri Dockyards
Objective | BYOO [Kick some Alliance Ass]
Forces | Nadiri Task Force [ x1 Pellaeon-III | x2 Donnagers | x5 EF96 Nebulon-As | 21x Galactic Starfighter Squadrons] Dorian's Fleet [ Enforcer | x2 Pellaeon-IIIs | 19x Galactic Starfighter Squadrons ]
Tags | Andien Gale | Shattered_Mirror | Keln Geel

While Agent 66 had his run in with the Governor Admiral of Sanjin Jasol Dorsain , Dorian had his own problems at hand. The Marshal-Protector of Carida had moved into the Bormea Sector to not only expand his influence but to further advance the plans of the "Hidden Leader" by securing the Nadiri Dockyards and establishing a few outposts within the Bormea Sector , but now for the second time now the Alliance had interfered somehow catching wind of his operation.

As the Marshal-Protector of Carida sat in his personal quarters taking a small snack his break was interrupted by an officer who informed him of the situation. "Sir we need you in the bridge." said the Officer who seemed to be out of breath. Dorian was somewhat intrigued. "What's the situation Lieutenant?" asked the Marshal-Protector. "Sir , the Alliance has attacked our forces at the Nadiri Dockyards" replied the Lieutenant.

Quickly the Marshal-Protector rushed for the bridge where the Captain awaited him. "Sir what are your orders?" asked the Captain. "Set course for the Nadiri Dockyards. We must defend those Shipyards at all costs." Dorian said. For over 3 Years the "Hidden Leader" had been planning his Grand Return to the Core and yet already the Alliance had already begun to interfere in the Plans of the "Hidden Leader". Dorian would make sure that they would regret doing so.

Already the Battle had begun and the Task Force Dorian had left had already taken considerable damage with the Pellaeon-III already disabled while the other ships had managed to mount up a significant defense around the disabled Pellaeon-III with the Fighters establishing a defensive screen around the Nadiri Task Force vessels who in turn established a perimeter around the disabled Pellaeon-III to prevent the Star Destroyer's destruction and to by time so that it could rejoin the battle.

As the Enforcer and it's Pellaeon-III escorts arrived, the Enforcer fired it's Proton Beam Cannons and Shield Leech Cannon at the Lead Starhawk-III Battlecruiser while the Pellaeon-III followed by firing their Heavy Ion Canons on the Scythe-Class Battlecruiser. Soon enough 19 more Fighter Squadrons were deployed and began engaging enemy fighters. The Battle for the Nadiri Dockyards had begun.

 

[Constantine Oliva]

Location: Nadiri Dockyards
Objective: BYOB- liberate Nadiri Dockyards
Dorian Sevanar Keln Geel Andien Gale Shattered_Mirror
Fleet: 20 Warrior-IIs 3 Nagatas 7 Avalon Corvettes
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Constantine had finally taken command of his line. He'd been engaged in fighting above J't'p'tan and Borosk alone while his force was still assembling. but now they were ready. He'd actually taken command just a week before, and most of his men were green. Already they were busy. A fight had erupted with imperial remnants, and he'd been ordered to assist. Constantine was nervous, yet excited. The crew of his own ship--Hawk--were exhausted from almost two months of constant fighting and travelling, while the rest of his force had never seen combat before.

The fleet came out of hyperspace well away from the enemy fleet, but also had that fleet between them and the rest of the alliance vessels. His line was comprised of 30 ships, yes, but they were all 200 meters long or less. His Warriors and Nagatas could pack a punch, and the Avalons would hopefully provide the necessary anti-fighter support. Still, having a Star destroyer between his force and the rest of the Alliance response force was anxiety inducing. As his battle line prepared to move into range, Constantine contacted the other commanders.

"This is Commodore Oliva, it seems my force was separated from the rest of you while in hyperspace. If you can distract that new force for a while, I'll be able to flank them."

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective: Festival Time
Tag: Adhira Chandra | Fable Solborne

Alone for the first time in forever. She felt as if a great burden had been taken from her even if it was only for a few hours. The Senators of the Alliance had been invited by Senator Chandra to the festival here on Chandrila.

She loved Chandrila it had this green hills and calm seas that fed her soul and pushed it to become quiet, even serene. She needed it after the discussion with Becca.

Earlier in the Day

"You shouldn't go alone. You know that it's not safe for you to do that who knows what could happen"

Faith shook her head, "I am not a child, I am a grown woman with responsibilities. I don't need my aide telling me constantly what I shouldn't do" Faith wasn't angry, maybe a touch annoyed. Why Becca insisted on this conversation reminded her of her mother scolding her over the years. It was getting under her skin.

"After what happen that day back on.." her voice trailed off, "I still see her Faith. After all these years I still see her laying there dead. All because of some.."

Oh...yes she didn't go a week without remembering. The RedHeaded Countess who wanted to bed Draco, and the Duke who wanted to be Prince they had conspired together and killed Faith's hand maiden. Faith nodded, "I understand Becca but we can't live in fear all the time..its...letting them win."

Becca sighed, "I know, but if anything"

Faith stopped her, "it won't it's Chandrila."

A few hours later Faith arrived planet side to join in the festivities heading to find Fable and Adhira. She hoped to connect with them and other of the Senate. It would help ease tensions if any existed or they would get in trouble...maybe she could encourage them to take a drink....maybe...

 

[Cerys gan Ymlerith Ithlinne]

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SILVER HARVEST MOONS​

Objective zone: Adhira Chandra , Marcad , Faith Organa , Fable Solborne ​

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Cerys' fingers interlock together and her head dips downwards, she could feel the ripples and eddies of life through the Aether, yes. It was certainly strong in this place with such a convergence of life. The silver moons' gentle quicksilver rays kissed the amber strands of hair that hang loosely in the aromatic pleasant saltwater air. Cerys began speaking the words of a reverent prayer on the sands of the shoreline. "I give thanks to Gwyn, the almighty Father for his wisdom, Muirne for her compassion and Aillen for his valor. I beseech thee that this enchanted land of moonlight be blessed and those who shelter under your eternal gaze find succor in its' breast." ​

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The pearlescent transparent crystal hanging on a glistening chain around Cerys' throat chimes warmly in conscious approval to the woman's kind benediction. "May they forever prosper and reap the bounty this republic of silver moons 'Chandrila' has to provide, In the Gods' name." Eyelids split open and her ears focus on the cheery jubilation of aliens, the light of candles and torches danced all up and down the expansive golden coast. Cerys' fine black leather ankle boots pivot the lofty Gwerin Doeth woman's body in a retire from the ocean and sand towards the streets of Hanna City. "Though it is not home, I would be spiteful to deny this world's beauty." Cerys muses wordlessly within her own thoughts.​

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One step becomes many and Cerys begins perusing the myriad stalls with her eager, inquisitive leather-gloved hands and a barely contained smile upon pursed lips.​

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective II - Harvest Moons // Chandrila // Hanna City
// Marcad //​

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"I mean, you're wearing a mask." Loske implied with a tilt of her head to the sergeant, indicating their full-face coverings with the helmet. It was less festive, and went against the purpose of masquerading under a faux identity. The pointed observation gave her a moment to appraise the overall decoration of the armour, and any noteworthy markings. It was charred on some spots, buffed out in others, but it was the rank she was looking for. "Who's orders, Sergeant? Isn't this a planet of The Galactic Alliance, now?"

The main intent of the clones was to get a feel for the validity of the reports. They'd said there was little freedom of thought, something she had in spades. Interacting with other manufactured beings who were devoid of full consciousness was...not something she'd been able to do before. And if Clone Rights was an ongoing discussion, she wanted to see what she'd be fighting for, outside of her immediate person.

The first voice spoke again, and heat suffused her cheeks to pink. The legitimacy of Clones, and the extent of their freedom had been something the senate had discussed and drew lines in the sand over a month or so ago. It had been...a nauseating time for her. She'd never had that much of a spotlight on such a sensitive subject, and outing her own creation. She'd vomited right after the session in the Senate building's bathrooms, despite Auteme 's attempt to quell her stomach. The nerves had the better of her that day. If she'd known she was being recorded, she may not have even made it to the porcelain throne to empty her knotted tensions and probably would have upchucked in the pod itself.

"Yeah, that was me. My name's Loske -- you are?" Loske admitted, and gave pause for the pair to introduce themselves beyond rank.

"The Senate discusses anything that happens within The Core's borders, really. You can't learn about something you don't know without a little dialogue and discussion. The pressure of making a decision just...accelerated that whole process.

For now, we're as accepted as other citizens here." She gestured vaguely to the collection of celebrating individuals around them. Buying food, tasting drinks, posing with handmade goods around their neck, all in the practice of tradition "There's still division between the systems on furthering reproduction of..well, people like us at scale. Those laws or..ideas, discussions, attempted laws I guess, were put into place to limit the abuse of clones so nobody has to be meat for the machine against their will.

But now that you have free will, and an invitation to citizenship within The Alliance, have you thought about what you're going to do next?"

 

[Trevin Neros]

Chandrila // Supply Train // En route to Naylin
Objective: 1 - Local Motives
Theme Song: Don't Stop Me Now
Complement: Din Marren Camo Orerig Olen Halcorr Westenra Mina

"Waste of man power if you ask me." Drave said as the three of them casually strolled to the doors that lead outside.

"When ya in ya death throws n ya wanna ruin everyone's day, this how ya lash out!" Lilst said as Trevin put in the keycode that made the exit doors open and revealed the exterior of the train.

Trevin did not say much as he peeked out and looked around. He did not see many enemies which meant that the Commandos must have already engaged them. Trevin reached up and turned on the lifeform scanner that was accessible from his helmet and he reached up and did a short pull up so that his head was barely peeking above the hovertrain. Directly in front of him were the backs to the soldiers that Din Marren had engaged with his team. He smirked and then lowered himself back down to Drave and Lilst.

"They are engaged with the enemy," Trevin said as he turned his carbine to maximum damage and gave it a quick one over to make sure it was ready to start firing. "Which means we get free reign over them..... and I have an idea." He smirked and reached into his pocket and pulled out his grappling hooks. He wiggled it in his hands and Drave and Lilst gave him a curious look but he did not give them much of a time to react. There were 5 soldiers sandwiched between Din's team and Trevin's team. If they played their cards right they could easily wipe them out with a quick maneuver.

"Lieutenant, get ready to unleash hell on the group in front of you." He placed his carbine on his shoulder and quickly pulled himself up. "Hold my feet, boys." Trevin said as Drave and Lilst held him in place so that his upper body was barely above the back of the hovertrain. They were engaged with Din's team but that deflector shield was causing problems. It was not something that could be easily taken from the front but from behind Trevin had an easy shot.

He pulled out his second grappling hook and he pulled it out just enough to were the could use the strong wire to essentially tangle the first gun around the hook of the second one. This way he essentially had two grappling hooks connected together. Now he just had to hope that they would hold. Taking his time, he aimed for the base of the shield from behind, and he fired. The first grappling hook entrenched into the base of the shield generator and he dropped that one and let it hang freely before he aimed to the side. There was a large pole sticking out of the ground that was coming quickly and he fired it. It was a difficult shot but it landed true and he watched as the hook wrapped around the pole.

By this time the enemy soldiers had spotted what was happening and they turned around to see Trevin's upper body being lifted above the hovertrain. He raised his middle finger as the grappling hook that was stuck to the pole ripped the base of the shield up and flung it over the side leaving them completely exposed to Din's team. They fired at Trevin but he ducked down and Drave and Lilst dropped him to the ground. "Have fun, Lieutenant." He said with a smirk as he pulled himself back up to his feet. There were more heading down to the front of the train but this would allow them to quickly take out the ass end team and then he could team up with the commandos.

"We could have just opened fire, Sarge." Drave said with a hint of humor in his voice at the weird tactics he had taken.

"Yeah, but I couldn't resist."

 

[Aldric]

Objective III
Whispers of the Warden
Actors: Auteme


His head spun as he peered over the edge of the path and into the endless chasm below.

A fog stretched between the canyon walls farther down, obscuring the extent of its depth. Something about the sight of that veiled abyss was discomforting, though it was hard to place the exact cause for the unease it evoked, or its nature. It went beyond the fear of that plunge which followed a misplaced step or the collapse of those dilapidated bridges at the wrong moment. The faintest stir of fog here, the way that tendril curled unnaturally there. It felt wrong. Almost as though something lurked within that fog.

"These formations are amazing."

Auteme's observation tore his attention from the mysteries below. As fascinating as the vague sense of premonition was, it was just that, a vague sense. Perhaps something that could be looked into after their mission's end. He shook away the tension the mists had summoned to creep up his spine and mustered the courage to continue on without giving them another thought, hopefully.

The path led downward, deeper into the canyon, and over one of the bridges, to another carved path on the other side, reaching its conclusion at a massive, decorated marble entrance. A dull blue glow lined its frame, beckoning them onward. Around it, and throughout the canyon, the stone was dark grey, almost black with irregular and rough surfaces, broken up by crystals occasionally. The crystal's natural luminescence made artificial lights largely redundant; the soft glow they cast lit the path they trod evenly and painted various hues of green and blue on its stone. The trail behind them was nonetheless lit with glow-sticks left at semi-regular intervals. Safety was paramount after all.

"Cerean may be odd from our point of reference, but I've had an exhaustive conversation with an assiduous Draethos linguist who noted just how bizarre Basic's own nature has become, from a purely logical perspective," he said. As he walked a small marble shrine on the pathway's side fractured at its base and tumbled into the mist below.

The sudden motion, though harmless, still served to give a moment of pause. The pathway seemed to be more unstable than initially believed. He glanced back. The Padawan was intently observing the crystals, and the archaeologists were consumed by a multitude of readings. Their safety would require more attention than his own observations going forward. He sighed. The perks of being a Jedi Master.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Crystal Canyons
Post 2
Aldric | Auteme

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The formations were beautiful, the figure could relate. Vast, and narrow the rocks and crystals were woven by Chandrila's very own nature. Bridges connected either side of the canyon to one another. Statues from one era to the next towered over the deep trench that seemed endless by looks alone. Beacons of light established along the edges of the walkways that were carefully planned out by people of the past provided illumination in the dark. Crystals glistened in this unnatural light and reflected the natural light that filtered its way through to them. ​

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A silhouette of a woman could be seen at a distance, knelt down to a formation of crystals. A closer approach and the silhouette was gone and reappeared elsewhere in the canyon. The idea of being alive again was new, and how the figure came back to life was still a daunting task to wrap their mind around. Like Chandrila, the woman had gone through a process of life, death, and renewal. Chandrila experienced a dark hand at the turn of what is now known as 'endgame' at the end of the old Galactic Alliance.​

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Like the new one Galactic Alliance, life had once more found its way to the silhouette that now walked among the crystal formations.​

 

[Rae]

//: The White Lie //:
//: Hanna City //: Chandrila //:
//: Mask & Cuteness //:
//: Adriana Fortemps //: Open to Interaction //: ​

“Of course it does, Amant. That’s the point at celebrations like this.” Rae smiled as she looked towards her almost lover. The Old Corellian pet name slipping out with her comfort with the woman. Rae was Corellian and it made sense for her to know some of the Old Language. She didn't expect Jorryn to know the phrase, but to understand it as a sweet name she had just for her. It was hard not to chuckle at the Lord Inquisitor's attempt at hiding her voice. It seemed the Echani was not meant for fieldwork, and it made her a bit more endearing than she was just moments before. She quickly interacted with the vendor and procured one of the ice cream stuffed fish cake. Looking to Jorryn, she smiled and offered the ice cream towards the woman’s lips. ​

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“It tastes good, trust me. You’re going to regret not getting your own.” The Corellian grinned as she held onto the Echani’s hand tightly. Her warmth was comforting, and Rae wished that their cover was real. When Jorryn had brought up the cover idea, Rae couldn’t help but feel her heart get caught in her throat. She knew it was a dangerous cover to take, especially how she felt about the woman. Deep down, Rae hoped that this suggestion was a subconscious way for the Lord Inquisitor to share her own feelings. ​

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Rae exhaled as she tore her eyes away from the Echani for a moment, letting her heart rest from the emotions she was feeling starting to bubble up. They were on an assignment, and she couldn’t let this lie fool her as well. Once again, she desperately wished this was a dream that she could hold onto, let it live forever. Her gaze returned, unable to keep them off her pretend lover. She remembered how her heart swelled when Jorryn asked if they could pretend to be a couple and how excited she was when the answer was yes. Rae held on to that feeling as she waited for her to taste the ice cream. ​

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When she leaned forward to taste, Rae would take advantage of the moment and pull the ice cream away. Being in the situation they were in, pretending to be something they were not, yet she so desperately wanted, drove the Corellian insane. As the dessert was pulled away, Rae leaned forward and delicately pressed her lips on the Echani’s - stealing a kiss sweeter than the treat she was holding. The Corellian pulled away and gave her classic mischievous grin, then actually offered her a proper taste of the ice cream. ​

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“I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself.”​

 

[Olen Halcorr]

Location:
Chandrila, Bormea Sector
En route to Nayli Spaceport
Objective: I - Local Motives
Tags:
Kathryn Foster Westenra Mina Tik Tik Din Marren Trevin Neros Loske Treicolt

The hovertrain hurtled along the canyon, Olen and his squadron hot on its heels. They'd mostly taken out the main TIE Fighter force but there were still two TIEs looking to exact vengeance for their fallen comrades. That was something that he simply could not allow to happen. "Three ( Westenra Mina ), take Renegade Flight, I want you on one of those two last marks. Rogue Flight, on me, we're on the other last one." Multiple confirmations came from the X-Wings through his helmet comms which overwhelmed him a little bit.

He checked his rangefinder, the enemy seemed to be moving erratically, pulling out all the stops to try and lose them. Some of the moves were extremely overambitious, some of them he hadn't even tried himself. Two can play at that game he thought to himself, pushing the throttle as Rogue Flight followed on behind him. They needed to lure the fighter out into the canyon so that he could try his luck with a wingtip? It was too risky, the fighter had shields just as he did and was just as well built and as reckless as he was, he wasn't about to take a risk like that. "Rogue Flight, fly towards the bottom of the canyon, I'll lure them in."

It was going to be quite tight as the end of the pass wasn't too far away. He snaprolled into position off to the aft of the enemy fighter, taking potshots at its wing which resulted in the enemy fighter veering dramatically away from him into the canyon. Just as he'd planned. "Now!" He peered downwards as Rogue Flight rose up from the canyon, getting bellyshots on the fighter, he pulled into position and hit the button, getting the finishing blow. He pulled out just as the canyon ended and Nayli Spaceport was in view in the distance around twenty klicks away.

"Hang in there Hovertrain Team One." He uttered into allied comms, giving some words of encouragement to his commando comrades in the hovertrain. He needed to warn everyone. "Twin Suns, watch for more fighter attacks and keep the boys in the train safe, I'm heading to Hanna City to spread the message." He remarked knowing that the threat of the warlord was now confirmed and it looked like he was probably going to come back for some more.

Olen kicked his X-wing up, ascending rapidly as his display told him how far. He leveled off near atmosphere, putting throttle up to full power and zooming away from the hovertrack. He passed the Nayli Spaceport flying north to Hanna City, the capital where the celebrations would be in full swing now, he loved a party and a part of him felt some guilt for being the one to bring them to bear bad news. He resolved to break it to them gently.

Hanna City was even more beautiful than he'd imagined it to be. It was modern with the buildings all having a pristine white finish, but in a way, it was still in symbiosis with the long grass and emerald green rolling hills that did not lie too far away. Any day of the rotation it'd seem that it was calm and serene but today it overflowed with little pinpricks of colour that were people, people celebrating the harvest and generally having a good time. It made him sick to his stomach that a vengeful warlord would want all that to stop, even if the place was his pride and glory.

He pushed the stick down, coming into a steep nosedive as he came into land, people clearing a path for him, having seen his X-Wing. Touching down on something that resembled a landing pad, the flamboyant humans that had just cleared the place gave him evil eyes. He couldn't blame them. He popped the canopy of his fighter, removing his helmet and jumping out the cockpit. His ever faithful, ever sarcastic astromech was quick to follow. He almost jumped down the stairs, running towards the sort of courtyard that surrounded the main market, the focal point of the celebrations. Here was the highest concentration of celebrators all gathered with drinks, the atmosphere amicable. Scanning the crowd, he spotted the Jedi pilot, Captain Loske Matson, who shared his blonde hair, chatting to men who all looked the same, possibly clones. He bolted towards her, a little winded.

"Blue, you have to prepare yourself.. the warlord, we were attacked, Dewback can help you. I'm going to get the Senators. No time to talk." His astromech didn't seem so thrilled with this new development denoted by the swear. "Hey, watch your language." The droid gave its equivalent of a nonchalant shrug and greeted Loske and her fellow astromech as Olen continued running. But where were they? The market seemed to be his best bet. He'd expected it to smell good but not to this extent, multiple aromas wafted towards his nose. Quickly stopping himself, he continued on with his pursuit of the seemingly elusive Senators.

He'd never searched for someone so hard in his life. Taking a look by a street corner he spotted the famous Adhira Chandra , Senator for Balmorra and Galactic Alliance hero. He'd seen all the coverage on the HoloNet News and he admired her bravery and vigour in Senate meetings. She seemed to be with a group of senators, including Fable Solborne, Senator for Kalist and Faith Organa , the Queen of Alderaan. Never had he seen so many famous people in one place. "Senators! Senators!" He sprinted towards their position, his blonde hair going into his eyes. He brushed it out of his face, nodding to maintain some respect. "Senators, Commander Olen Halcorr, it's an honour. Anyways, the local warlord, I think he's back, we were attacked by TIE Fighters and shuttles. Lieutenant Marren and his team are still fighting on the hovertrain. We need to evacuate." He told them, somewhat out of breath now.

 

[Camo Orerig]

Objective 1 -- Local Motives // Chandrilla -- Suply Train
Trevin Neros Din Marren

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The attack had been sudden, the GA had been caught completely off guard which in all honesty was beyond embarrassing, one could argue that although they had been expecting trouble no shuttle should ever have been able to drop off troops on the hovertrain, what was the point of air support? That didn't matter now though, they were tasked with ensuring this train and its cargo arrived A-OK and that was what would happen.

As Din Marren and Trevin Neros and their squads launched into action dealing with the would-be attackers on the compartment roofs, Camo moved quickly within the train itself heading for the front of the train and the driver. Camo was aware that there were guards posted there just in case but you could never be too sure, and with how quickly the trap had been sprung who was to say the drivers guard hadn't been picked off already.

He made it to the final compartment before the head of the train but the door would not open, Camo was hoping this was the guard taking action but the lack of response through comms wasn't comforting, he had no other choice but to try and make his way into the car like the attackers, from above. He peeked his head up above the roof and scanned, nothing from the front, the rear though had quite the comedic look to it as Trevin carried out his rather elaborate trick, however it was effective you couldn't deny that, Camo waited for the attention to be back on Din before making his move, he hoisted himself up and moved towards the front carriage, the damage to the roof didn't look promising, and as Camo peeked through a hole that had been cut into the shell he noted at least two bodies lying on the floor, "Damn it!" whispered Camo, he lay down to try and get a better angle but it was of no use, he only had one option left, and he knew it, he radioed in the info to the other and got ready to go through the hole.

"We have an issue at the front here, entrance to the driver's car has been made, atleast two friendlies down, unclear on amount of enemy targets, requesting backup" however much Camo backed himself to deal with pretty much any situation, he wasn't about to jump into a hole in confined space with no idea how many bad guys were in there, for now he would just keep low and try and work on a plan when help arrived.

 

[Din Marren]

Chandrila // Supply Train // En route to Naylin
Objective: 1 - Local Motives
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)
Complement: Trevin Neros | Camo Orerig | Olen Halcorr | Westenra Mina

The IFF markers of the rangers appearing on the opposite side of the hostile forces prompt the two commandos to lower the barrel of their weapons, not wanting to hit them in crossfire. Dare's eyes trace the grappling line as it's fired, realizing the sergeants absurd plan.

<"Get ready,"> he calls to his side, his finger on a hair-trigger as he tries to anticipate Trevin's movements. As the contraption is fired and the shield generator torn from the roof of the train, the two commandos open fire. The heavy impact of their explosive particle rounds shred through the armour of the mercenaries, tossing their rag-dolled bodies from the train car.

With the immediate threat dealt with, Din rises back to full height. Metallic clanks accompany each of his steps and a mechanical whirring each of his movement as the mag-locks in his boots work to keep him secured and the powered joints brace him against the torrent of wind. He takes as quick of steps as the movement method allows, closing the distance with the Ranger's fire team.

<"Hell of a plan, Sergeant,"> Din jokes as he shoulders his rifle, firing several rounds down the length of the train to suppress the advance of the other mercenary team, <"Sounds like we need to get to the front cabin. Fast.">

Din eyes his 360FOV, scanning the skies and horizon, <"these transports dodged our sensors, so who knows what else they've got planned for us. We caught a TIE in the air earlier. Keep an eye out, alright?">

He looks back to Pop, giving him a nod, <"Stick with me, we'll advance with the ranger team.">

His voice switches from his helmet's annunciator to his team's comm-channel, <<Lark. Get up here and hold your ground. Cover us.>> A green diamond flashes on his HUD; a silent affirmation that the order was received and understood.

<<Alright Sgt. Major, hold your position and don't let anymore through. We're moving to reinforce you,>> he fires another burst volley, this time clipping one of the targets and throwing them to their doom. T-visor locked dead ahead, Din's modulated voice projects from his helmet with a hint of sarcasm, <"Alright then. Rangers lead the way.">