Hey all, it's the sector pub crawl! [First Order T3 Dominion of New Balosar Hex]

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Aran Piett"]
Post 2

She nodded as she waited and looked out, the dark space was calming for the pilot...she gave a slight smile but it disappeared, she looked over as she heard and gave a smile

yes sir bolt squadron shall launch immediately

Klaxons went off, the other five pilots ran to the tie interceptors and soon Sara was immediately with them, she performed her checks and was guevn hreen, she felt gravity pull at her before the cold of space and weightlessness took affect, she got into formation

unknown ship you are to power down immediately and prepare to be search failure to comply will result is being fired upon

Her ties moved in a random partner around it

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

No scrubs, no jumpsuit or armor today, Leona Eldrel arrived with Rolf Amsel and several others at the Colony Club on New Balosar. He gestured and spoke for a round of cigars, smokes for everyone. Colony Club certainly felt upscale, it paled in comparsion to the true glory of Avalonia humidor clubs. Still, while in Avalonia as they say, due as the Avalonians. Or at least, here in New Balosar. "Amsel," Eldrel addresses as she manages her way through to him. "Mind if I join the party?"

Wenck. Leona recognises the name easily, the Gunnars. She came to their aide on Kaeshana, Kaeshana what a chithole in her opinion. Wasn't worth the blood spilled, glad to have won it away from the Galactic Alliance. "Wenck is it?" She now speaks with him as she saddles up somewhere between Amsel and another, a woman - brunette although. "Don't believe we've met before, names Leona Eldrel, FIMS."

[member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Objective: 1
Post: 2

"You're right, getting a near panic attack and spilling a secret I was too scared to share until then wasn't bad at all. It was totally great." There was a slight sneer in her tone, but Kaalia couldn't help but chuckle a little bit after saying it, signifying it wouldn't haunt the woman for the rest of her days. Being able to get said secret off her chest surprisingly did her well, feeling relieved she didn't have to hide it from absolutely everyone. [member="Ara Ren"]'s reaction was very positive as well, and she didn't regret telling her.

Another Ren joined the two, a man she had only seen in his armor, but his aura gave away that it was [member="Kyrel Ren"] who spoke to them. It was clear to the redhead why he wore the suit now, his scarred and broken appearance paired with his raspy voice being evidence of an event that could have likely killed him. Yet, here he stood. "I don't see why not, Ara. Have a seat." Her friend left the decision to her, and the woman had no reason to object. Kaalia nodded as to invite the man to sit down for a drink. Turning to the barkeeper, the Ren ordered something herself. "I'll have some water." As the glass was served to her, she rose it towards the woman sitting a bit further away from them ([member="Irajah Ven"]), greeting her.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

The newest Ren wore simple traveler's clothing, a must to 'blend-in,' as it were. "It is uncomfortable." Mishel said, irritated at the choice in fabric. They were headed out to do something or another, what Mishel couldn't tell you - she was the passenger, yet again and it bothered her greatly. "I can manage well enough," she said of both dressing herself and navigating the galaxy on her own. While the brunette could manage the former, the latter was unwise.

The blood Kerrigan had a terrible temper and often projected it onto the most undeserving prospect. Her hair had been pulled back for the occassion done up in a high pony-tail. "Sister," she addressed, "is it necessary for me to accompany you?"

They had landed, somewhere - "where are we? We are not home." Clearly. Ever the clever observer, Mishel grumbled, tugging at the tunic she wore and sighed once more, like a petulant child who had not gotten their way. "Would not my time be spent more worthwhile on fighting?" She had seen the weapons that other Rens wielded. "Sister Zmej has a lightsaber, I require one as well."

The heart of the matter, Mishel had wanted to stay behind to learn how it was Zmej constructed her weapon. Instead, the brunette was stuck with [member="Samka Derith"] going wherever it was that Sister Sam was going. Brother [member="Castor Ren"] left her little choice in the matter - it was instructed by their 'father' Seiger.

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: Near Chalcedon
Objective: 3
Post: 3


After extracting every last drop of information possible, Zmej had no further use for the captain. He had given her everything; codes, names, patrol routes, defences, all he knew about the slave trading operation on Chalcedon now rested in the blonde’s memory. As the spice clouded his senses in mighty hallucinations, he had outlived his usefulness, speech dissolved into mindless jabber. Now there was another task ahead – confirming the man’s words, thus the next crew member in line received similar treatment. A gruesome thing, yet no stormtrooper flinched when watching the dark disciple’s crude methods. At first resistance and unwillingness to cooperate sewed the prisoner’s lips together, but when the defiant slaver’s life liquid mixed with the captain’s and painted the bridge floor red, he spilled his guts as well, practically talking the disciple’s ears off.

One brave soul desired to voice his protests against such treatment, an act soon regretted once the Ren’s lightsaber vaporized a steaming hole in his gut, sending him down in writhing pain.

Lacking the time and resources to deal with the rest, she let them go, releasing all twenty individuals free. Joyful expressions of hope soon abandoned every face, helplessly floating through space with no prospect of rescue. Before succumbing to the dangers of vacuum, the former crew watched their own ship part from the endless hull of a Star Destroyer, turn around and speed up towards Chalcedon. The head executioner spared the twenty sentenced to slow death no thought when washing her gauntlets of blood, mind already focused on things to come. Loaded with stormtroopers and piloted by the First Order’s men and women as well, the liberated ships used for slavery turned into an instrument of the First Order’s law that clearly spoke against such practices. A most ironic change, considering the criminal rabble would allow the freighter to return and land right in their midst, unaware of the treachery ready to spill from within.

And she would be leading the charge, spearing through countless vermin and bringing the Supreme Leader's word and law, each strike wielded in his name.

There was a fleeting moment when her gaze caught her own reflection in the mirror once the last drop of red fell away. It's been long since the disciple simply looked at herself, suddenly caught by surprise when an unknown woman stared back. Plated armour, yellow eyes, skin unhealthy pale. Gone was the little girl she used to be, fresh from the academy of Ren. After surviving numerous battles, there was something new about Zmej's appearance - confidence. While the thought of not living up to the family name continued to haunt her still, Zmej now trusted to walk a road leading to fame and glory. She had bled and spilled blood in Sieger Ren's name and would continue to do so until the First Order's ruler smiled and told her to stop.

Fingers curled around Kayn's medal, pulling it from beneath the cloak and basking in its golden glint. The very same medal he had given her as a birthday present so many years ago. The only birthday present she had ever received. Watery drops rolled down her cheeks and the teenage Ren devoted a few seconds to her father's memory, imagining him right next to her. There it was again, the well known longing for affection. Knowing he would never see her growth was soul crushing, but the pale woman found solace in her new family; the order of Ren.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Kaeshana
Objective: Rebuild the Kaeshana spaceport
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 5/38

"Captain, here are the list of quotes requested: all prices quoted are per cubic meter of continuously reinforced duracrete"

"Let's see: we average about 100 credits per cubic meter of continuously reinforced concrete, and that's for the concrete itself: there is more to building transportation infrastructure than just duracrete"

"Surprisingly, Chiloon Rift Duracrete offers the best price: they charge about 80 credits per cubic meter"

"Chiloon Rift Duracrete? Isn't that some Mandalorian company?"

That company wasn't a complete unknown to the galaxy, but the Chiloon Rift-based company was pretty new to the First Order market. For 4.8 million credits, they would get enough concrete to build the terminal, control tower and roadwork for linking the spaceport to the main road network. As it recently started operating on Chalcedon, the company began supplying First Order-land in duracrete and especially in the wake of the Kaeshana campaign, which laid waste to Kaeshana, hoping that Kaeshana would be a good business opportunity for them. The attention is turned to the other supplies: durasteel, as well as other equipment (a baggage carousel, a few check-in counters for passengers, security equipment for baggage), which weren't as complicated to order as the duracrete was. Now, the state of war forced the First Order to sub-contract transportation infrastructure works because a larger share of the budget was used for the military than before. The decision is made and they began preparations for the next stage.

"Merrily, prepare an order for duracrete from Chiloon Rift Duracrete"

"Roger, roger"

 

[Samka Derith]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Sam was sympathetic to the other girl. Her own clothes weren't what she'd call 'nice', slightly baggy and plain, but she'd explained the situation to [member="Mishel Ren"] several times.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"On this occasion, we must value practicality over comfort. We don't want to stand out or draw too much attention in any way possible," she repeated while checking over her face in the mirror to ensure the lingering affects of the Dark Side were hidden. "You must understand that to the general public, we barely exist. The hushed rumours on the lips of gossiping busybodies and little else," she cast her mind back to how open Mishel had been during the ball, that could not be repeated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“And no,” she pulled herself away from her reflection to come face to face with the newest Ren. “This is not a case of me needing you but of you needing me. This is your day, not mine.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With that, Sam lead Mishel towards the Colony Club. A higher class dining experience of some kind. As they marched up to the doors, Samka answered the girl’s questions with their reasoning for being here. “This is an establishment known as ‘the Colony Club’. It is a restaurant with an emphasis on fine dining and the opening of a charity event raising funds for the war effort. In attendance shall be a variety of people; military, government and civilian. And some of us.” Sam stopped walking and turned her head to give Mishel a meaning exchange of eye contact. “This is your training. If you wish to be an effective agent of the Suprem- Father.” Sam was still firmly against this ‘family’ angle of their organisation but it was clearly how the tank had imprinted loyalty upon the child it grew after all what stronger concept is there for an infant to understand than family? So she had been adapting her language when she remembered. “If you wish to serve father, your tongue must be as well trained as your blade. We are not mere brutes who cut up every problem we see. Diplomacy and espionage are a vital skills that require social tact. So here we are. At a standard event here to see just how well you can fit in with the masses, Mishel.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She stepped a little closer to the Ren now, eyeing her up and down. “I want to see just how many secrets your words can pull from the throats of others and how well you guard your own. This is your training.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]With that, Sam beckoned the girl to follow her inside.[/SIZE]

 

[Zef Halo]

REPAIR DEPOT <CRESH>
KAESHANA

-Obj. II-
-Post II-

Still don't get why these are still being produced. Kad stood in front of a LIUV, hands on his hips and a disappointed face. This thing was old. It was 849 ABY, things that don't pack enough punch quickly end up in the scrap yard. That's why it was full of LIUV parts all over the repair depot. Hell, they'd been patching a whole corvette with remains of LIUVs a couple of days ago. And still there was more coming from the salvage yard in Santaissa. The First Order had an abundance of these and they seemed expendable so much that they seemed endless when barges arrived from the salvage yard with materials.

Now the one he was in front of was pretty much here just for repairs, it was not that damaged. Just a couple of dents and holes here and there and a need for a complete electronic overhaul. The thing was fried. Cooked. Grilled. Black as the night. This would take him some time but it wasn't something too complicated. An idea began brewing in his head. Creativity flowed as he thought of all the ways he could make these old farts better.

"Cooked, isn't it?" A husky voice came from behind him inquiring about the state of the LUIV Kad was looking at.

"To a crisp." Kad scoffed without turning to face the man.

"We've got a whole lot of standing electronics from the batch the barge just brought in. A lot of LUIVs, again. Pretty sure I saw a lot of them have their electronics still standing, or to a better extent. Might as well check it out."

"Sure thing." He turned to look at the barge while getting a glimpse of the old mechanic that spoke to him. Being able to make out the barge and what it carried, an idea lit up in his head.

"I will be back in a bit." The sergeant took his leave, headed towards where the barge had stopped.

 

[Aran Piett]

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Objective: 3​

Location Llon Nebulae​

FIV Indomitable Resurgent Class​

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

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"Send the boarding party over. Have them search the ship top to bottom. If they are hiding anything I want it found."​

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"Aye sir, sending the orders to the boarding party."​

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"Thank you Commander, Also send orders to Bolt Squadron to escort the boarding shuttle, to the ship I don't want anything surprising us."​

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"Aye Sir. Bolt Actual, XO, orders sent via secure, XO out."​

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Commander Halsey nodded to Aran about sending the orders. He stood looking at the cargo freighter that heaved to. Hopefully it was nothing and the ship could go on their way, but if it was something it could get ugly. Which is not what the First Order needed right now.​

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Kaeshana
Objective: Rebuild the Kaeshana spaceport
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 6/38

"The First Order can make use of eminent domain for public interest projects such as transportation infrastructure"

"They will not hesitate to do so for road construction or spaceports in rural areas, I can tell as much. We foot the bill for the initial construction but the upkeep will be the First Order to assume: that was in the deal we made with them to help them out on Kaeshana"

"Why did they agree to this?"

"Their finances are a little tight due to the war effort"

And the rest of the construction materials were ordered, too, from across the sector or First Order space. Kaeshana was going to be much lower-key than Rakata Beta or even Cademimu, where she ran her first podrace. Which means that the bill will be a lot smaller; then again, she would wait until the first notification of the dry duracrete powdered base being delivered to depart and take delivery of the first batch for the tarmac, which was the first phase of the spaceport's construction. Then you would build the terminal and control tower, using another one of these tactical displays, which were surprisingly useful for running a civilian spaceport's control tower. Said control tower needed to house the sensor arrays on its lower levels, with a subspace antenna on the roof, and so the roof should be large enough to hold a communicator dish, and the lower levels would have its computing equipment, and the sensor array of course, with the actual observation level having the tactical display.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Objective: Booze Up.
Post: 2

Rexus chuckled as Rolf Amsel assessed him, "Guilty as charged." He said, cracking a smile that showed off all of his crooked teeth. The soldier sauntered closer to the bar, "This is my good friend, sergeant Dergan Twigg." he added, introducing the junior officer, "I'd have bought the other Gunner lads, but they're a wee bit pre disposed." Code for having their way with loose women, getting hammered and smoking all from the comfort of their own homes. "A few smokes sounds good, if you're getting them of course sir." Rexus added with a wry grin.

"Lads." Twigg curtly addressed, sitting near Rexus. "What are you gonna 'ave Cap?"

Rexus looked at the barman, "I'll have a splash of Corellian ale."

"Light weight." Twigg teased, "I'll have some of that Nemoidian Nectar."

Rexus chuckled, at the sergeant, "You're gonna be such a karking mess." Rexus said, sitting back, and looking around the bar. His attention was caught by the Major Leona, "Whose asking?" he asked with a grin. He listened to her, and immediately got off his stool, and offered his cybernetic hand, "It's a pleasure." he said, "I owe you a bloody lot." he said, looking the woman in the eyes.

[member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Ara Ren"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

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"What the hell?! You wan't me to go down alone???" asked Jarven to command.

"Of course, Mr. Zexxel. A Gank of your skill should have no problem operating alone on the surface of Kaeshana. A lone wanderer will draw much less attention than an entire group of people. Besides, you're still on probation..."

"Oh, come on! I get that detonite in the pillow case was an extreme method of dealing with Gorchevsky, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't necessary."

"It was a mission of diplomacy, Jarven!"

"The man was a tool, Felicity! He wasn't the real shark on the table and we needed to send a message."

"Well, here's a message for you, Mr. Zexxel: You have one week to do as much good as possible. We'll be tracking you. Good luck." *Click*

Jarven hung his head and rubbed his temples before flipping the helmet in his hand and setting it atop his head. He looked over and secured his equipment as the proximity warning light turned on. The shuttle hit a little turbulence, so he grabbed a strap and steadied himself before he checked his ammo count. A pistol, a rifle and a sawn-off shot gun. Not only were they not giving him blaster, they were giving him sub-par armor to "blend in" with the locals. It all seemed more like a convenient excuse for the purpose of revenge.

None of that was his problem anymore, though. It was time to mentally prepare himself to join the post apocalypse. The shuttle landed and the door slid open. He stepped off and out into the sun-lit terrain of grass and empty trees. In the distance, he could make out the sight of a desiccated neighborhood. He cocked his rifle and took off jogging whilst the shuttle behind him left.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He smiled although such an action made his disfigured face look more ugly than before. He was very pleased to enjoy a drink with his fellow Ren even if the two were disciples. He moved and took a seat between them. He looked at them and said in raspy but pleased tone. "Thank you my fellow Ren. I do hope we can perhaps take this time to get to know one another." He said, he wanted to get to know his fellow Ren better, as on his path to being a Knight, he had never interacted with other Ren, or at least when he didn't have to. He was too preoccupied with serving the Supreme Leader, and making himself stronger than what he was at the time, now since he had reached a level he had sought after for months, he wanted to take the time to get know who he was working with.

He looked at the bartender in the most kind way he could muster, and asked anxiously. "Hello, one corellian whiskey please." He said as he looked around, the club was truly a work of architecture. Not to mention the calm and tranquil atmosphere. The drink was served to him quickly, as the bartender attended to other customers. Kyrel took a sip, and shivered enjoying the liquid go down his throat, and creating a burning sensation as it went down. He than looked at the two women sitting on each side, he eyed both [member="Ara Ren"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and said casually. "So Ladies what shall we talk about?"

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: 1
Post: 3

As the waiter quickly brought her drink, she lifted it in salute of her small party, [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Kyrel Ren"], and took a healthy sip. Sighing in contentment at the harsh burn of the liquid. She chuckled and shook her head at Kaalia, disappointed that she was truly sticking to her guns about only drinking water.

"When you are bored out of your mind watching the rest of us have fun, don't say I didn't warn you. Besides, it all ended well, did it not?"

She raised an eyebrow and flashed a knowing smile as Kyrel took up a chair between them. Ara propped one elbow on the par, resting the edge of her chin on her palm. She smiled softly and took another sip, taking a moment to inspect the other bar patrons. The woman a few stools down from them ([member="Irajah Ven"]) was still enjoying her drink. Another group had joined them at the back bar, wearing casual, simple clothes, she'd bet they were soldiers, enjoying an evening off before the war went into full swing.

She raised her glass and saluted them politely, nodding once. Turning back to her companions, she smiled wickedly at Kaalia before looking to the gentleman she only knew in passing.

"Yes, we should get to know each other better."

She offered her hand, turned with her palm slightly facing the floor, to the man beside her.

"Ara. It's a pleasure."

[member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Balustrad, New Balosar​

Objective: Partake in the Sector Pub Crawl​

Post (3)​

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Rolf returned the smile the Gundark Gunner returned him, albeit a bit less crooked. Apparently the soldier hadn't invested in the First Order's dental plan - Rolf on the other hand had, and even so he found little time to actually display the smile he'd been gifted with, though here on New Balosar it seemed to be making a comeback. Flagging down the barkeep himself, the Major ordered a local brew - variety was the spice of life, right? Pulling up a seat next to the two men he nodded respectfully, extending a hand to each in turn. With a grin on his face, he spoke to the barkeep as he returned with the drinks.

"Put these gentleman's drinks on my tab, and if you would - a few of those local cigars would be wonderful."​

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Resting an elbow on the bartop, he took a refreshing sip of the drink he'd ordered, the subtle flavor different than the crisp undertones of the local Avalonian brews, but still enjoyable. Setting the glass back down on the bar, he accepted the three wrapped cigars and cutter from the bartender, a box of matches being pushed towards him. Carefully examining each cigar and finding them to be in good order, he gently handed them to the two men, the cutter making short work of his own cigar before passing it to Rexus. The matches were next - under any other circumstances Rolf would have already broken the strange silence between the trio but any good man knew that talking came after the first drink of alcohol and the first puff of a good cigar. Striking the match quickly against the textured pad on the box it lit into a small flame. One of the other subtleties of smoking cigars, matches for some reason - at least Rolf swore by it - tended to lend a better overall flavor than a lighter. Resting the cigar between his lips and raising match and cupped hand to the cut end, he gently rolled it, lighting it expertly, and even burn creating a cherry of orange at the cigar's tip. In that moment, all concerns were forgotten as the sweet flavor of the Balustradan tobacco filled his senses. A satisfied exhalation of fine smoke and Rolf found his voice.

"Nice to meet you then, Dergan, Rexus - glad to have some ground pounders like myself out here - I'm afraid that some of these people don't have the finer appreciation for the combat arts."​

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He nodded his head in the direction of Dr. [member="Irajah Ven"], an increasingly important figure who'd been making all the right impressions. In that moment he saw the raised glass from one of the younger women, a Ren if he had guessed correctly. He'd had little interaction with any of the Order of Ren aside from the purple haired girl he kept finding himself bumping into - much to his chagrin. Raising his own glass he took another sip of the local brew, the second taste still just as refreshing as the first. A familiar voice caught his attention - he hadn't heard that voice since...

"Major Eldrel..."​

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Rolf quickly pulled his seat back a short measure from the bar, an almost embarrassed smile lighting up his face. The last time he'd seen the Major it had been months ago - a fundraising ball if he remembered correctly, the two had danced a few times before parting ways that evening but it had left a shadow of an impression on his memory.

"Fancy seeing you here, heard you ran into some trouble on Kaeshana - but you're looking well, how are you?"​

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The Major sat back in his chair, enjoying the company of friends coupled with the vices of smokes and alcohol. He hadn't felt this relaxed and in good spirits in a long while. Motioning towards the barkeep, he offered his fellow officer a drink.

[member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] | [member="Ara Ren"]​

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

It was certainly a pleasure to see Wenck up and about again, Leona gave the man the warmest smile she could muster as she shook his hand. "Believe me the pleasure is all mine, glad to see you up and about," the blonde says with a smile she noted the introductions between Amsel and the other men of Wenck's unit. "How are your men?" The question is spoken with an air of sincerity as she turns her attention back toward Amsel.

Indeed it had been quite a while since the two had last spoken, "thought I'd relax a little." She answers plainly with a cheeky smile. Leona thought on a proper answer to Amsel's question without getting to heavy into details or on everything she had seen as the night was meant for relaxation. "There was yeah, but I'm well - as far as one can be, how about you? Haven't really had a moment to speak with you after the last military ball."

Leaning on the bar, her eyes survey the club as she orders something on the rocks, it sounds like a variation on a Prosperian Long Neck Tea. [member="Irajah Ven"] caught Leona's eye briefly, she'd seen the woman's face on a profile or two that had passed through FIMS. Certainly someone Leona would like to get her hands on, Balance knows they could use all the medical personnel they could get these days.

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Zmej Ren]

Location: Near Chalcedon
Objective: 3
Post: 4


“Is everything fine?”

Her muffled cries must have been louder than expected. Disturbed from her personal purgatory of old memories and impossible wishes, Zmej hid the medal inside her cloak with blinding speed, just in time. Tears still cascaded down her face when a stormtrooper came in, white helmet watching the blonde woman’s back. While his concern was quite admirable, touching even, the disciple still felt as if interrupted during something important. Everyone needed a few moments alone – denied this, Zmej Ren felt most betrayed, caught in her moment of weakness. How much did he see? Was he going to tell anyone? She could not afford being perceived as a living, breathing being – always the Supreme Leader’s Hand. Nothing more, nothing less. Inspiring others would be challenging should her reputation be sullied. Anger reached the boiling point, indicated by her clenched first. For a moment, the idea of unleashing her inner emotional turmoil was most tempting.

“Yes. Everything’s alright.”

The helmet swiftly covered her face before she turned around, giving the soldier a hard stare through the expressionless mask.

“Go and prepare for the fight ahead.”

More than happy to oblige, the soldier vanished, leaving Zmej alone. Heavy breathing lingered in the cabin for the next few seconds before it subsided as well with the disciple regaining control and effortlessly slipping into her role. Nothing else than success mattered – and if there was even the slightest possibility of Sieger Ren hearing her name, she would do everything in her power to seize it. Significantly calmer, feeling in control of herself, the teenage Ren set off, metallic thuds accompanying her journey to the bridge. As the armoured figure haunted the freighter’s interior, a curious conversation reached her ears. Although not knowing the context, the Force spoke quite clearly; hesitation. Fear. Both poisoned the currents of the Force with their stench.

“I don’t know. We have the element of surprise, but have you seen what kind of weapons these criminal types have? Man, makes you think twice about rescuing slaves.”

“They’re not even human! Why should we risk our lives for some…”

“Do not let doubt poison your mind,” interrupted Zmej, emerging out of nowhere, seemingly only to scold the trooper duo for their expressed concern, “You’ll be the very first to deliver the Supreme Leader’s will to the world, celebrated through the ages as its liberators. To succeed, you must focus – do not think about the number of slavers we’re going to face, think of what we’ll accomplish by incinerating the lawless hive.”

Something in her words and the tone used to deliver them caught the duo off guard. Conviction bordering on devotion radiated from the woman and for a moment, she became the sole source of fear. Conviction and determination encased in armour. Truly, both soldiers suddenly felt eternal gratitude for being on her side.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Kaeshana
Objective: Rebuild the Kaeshana spaceport
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 7/38

"We have received confirmation that the first batch of duracrete is ready to be picked up for delivery on Chalcedon"

"The problem is that delivering unpoured duracrete from an off-world location is ultimately about delivering dry, powdered duracrete, and rebar"

"Frank, stay down low and guard the location with a security perimeter while we pick up the duracrete and rebar on Chalcedon"

"Roger, roger"

With that said, the doors of the ship are going to close, and the takeoff sequence is going to be initiated so that they can depart for Chalcedon on the double to collect rebar, powdered concrete in bulk. Meanwhile, Frank had the security team fan out an establish a perimeter so as to filter out the unwanted scavengers that have no First Order-sanctioned business to salvage around the area. And excavate the proper foundations for what will become the tarmac. But upon takeoff, they had to calculate the trajectory leading to Chalcedon so that they could fetch the duracrete sold on that planet. Meanwhile, the durasteel beams and the other implements could arrive in-system while Dunames is away collecting the dry duracrete and the rebar that makes continuously reinforced duracrete just that. Which pretty much means two (on the highway) or three (on the tarmac) layers of rebar mesh: that's a poodoo-load of rebar for these projects, kilometers worth of that stuff very easily.

 

[Alleycat]

Objective: 1 Window shopping
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Having been cleared for active duty though without an official posting as of yet, the returning Flight Captain was free to partake in the R & R offered by the First Order. Daska felt strange and maybe a little guilty tagging along with those that had truly earned the time away from the recent horrific duty and ongoing service. She hardly knew a soul anymore. Those the former Commanding Officer of the 181st Saber Squadron had served with were gone except for a couple of pilots still flying. It was a sad situation, but all too familiar for those that flew TIE fighters even with the shields and better armament of today's ships.

Daska had taken one of the shuttles provided for the First Order personnel on passes to the spaceport on New Balosar. The golden blonde was dressed casually in black skinny jeans, heeled ankle boots, and a v-neck sleeveless shirt with a white jacket over the top as everyone on this junket was told no uniforms. Which made sense, but for the usually duty-bound Bastionian this was was foreign. Captain Tess' uniform gave her a sense of purpose and identity, which was comforting. Now she was just one of the many in the crowd making their way to The Colony Club.

Long, slender legs carried Daska along the sidewalk where there were shops that sold this and that. Steely blue eyes peered into each as she passed by, but nothing caught her attention until an old fashion pocket chrono with a gold chain was noticed in a shop front display - one like her father wore when she was a little girl. It had been passed down from his father and so on. They were considered antiques now and not in fashion. His was destroyed when he was killed in action.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Objective: 1
Post: 3

Kaalia was amused by [member="Ara Ren"]'s disappointment. "I'm only looking out for you, Ara. If you're drinking this early already I can't imagine how much you'll have had when the night's over." Kaalia chuckled, and took a sip of her glass of water. "But I guess it did end on a somewhat alright note, that's true."

The flame-haired woman sent a nod over to [member="Kyrel Ren"] as she looked over to him. "We haven't really had the chance to do that, huh?" Their interactions were limited to Ren missions, where staying focussed on the task at hand was of importance. There simply was no time to get to know each other, and she barely knew him because of that. "It's always good to know what makes your allies tick, and it's never too late to get to know each other." The woman rested her elbows on the bar, her chin resting on her hands. "So, ask away. What do you want to know about me?" She was curious to know what Kyrel wanted to know about her. His first few questions would tell the redhead quite a bit, that way finding out what was important for him to know.