Dominion Honey Melon Crawl: Silver Concord Dominion of Alee

[Ewan "Raider" Isaacs]

Hesitation is a Hole in the head!​

Spoiler: CARRIER AND AIR WING MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

TRANSPORT COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" or "1 : 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

1. SCAR 4 Jackal Class Starfighter
2. SCAR 5 Jackal Class Starfighter
3. SCAR 6 Jackal Class Starfighter
4. SCAR 7 Jackal Class Starfighter
5. SCAR 8 Jackal Class Starfighter
6. SCAR 9 Jackal Class Starfighter
7. SCAR 10 Jackal Class Starfighter
8. SCAR 12 Jackal Class Starfighter
9. SCAR 13 Jackal Class Starfighter
10. SCAR 14 Jackal Class Starfighter
11. SCAR 15 Jackal Class Starfighter
12. SCAR 16 Jackal Class Starfighter
13. SCAR 17 Jackal Class Starfighter
14. SCAR 18 Jackal Class Starfighter
15. SCAR 19 Jackal Class Starfighter
16. SCAR 20 Jackal Class Starfighter
17. SCAR 21 Jackal Class Starfighter
18. SCAR 22 Jackal Class Starfighter
19. SCAR 23 Jackal Class Starfighter
20. SCAR 24 Jackal Class Starfighter
21. SCAR 25 Jackal Class Starfighter
22. SCAR 26 Jackal Class Starfighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Ares 1 Cherub Gunship
2. Ares 2 Cherub Transport
3. Ares 3 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES UNITS PER SHIP

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

SECTOR: Alee
ORDERS: OBJECTIVE BETA - “RAIDERS” - Investigate and halt any potential or alleged “Raider” activity.
WINGMATES: Trista Consta . Anybody who wants to converse!
[Any conversations in these brackets indicate Comm-link traffic]

SCAR 1. All of the SCAR teams for that matter needed no type of confirmation, let alone the one and type that they just received. They were looked on purely as “pilots” and considering that they were all in flight suits, it made sense, the rub though is that all of them were trained as operators, Special Forces Operators. Maybe they were not on the level of Antarian Rangers, but they were still good at what they could do.

With each of them spread out, Isaacs himself had a few standing with him and Lieutenant Peppa. His own rifle down, the Lieutenant was offering each farmer their own weapon. Each weapon was empty of a power cell and completely harmless. Being able to shoot would come later, right now they were going to learn about the weapon themselves.

Any of them who were paying attention would probably notice that Rangers were already teaching their own group how to fire. That was fine, but this was not the way of the SCAR. They wanted people to know and understand when and when not to fire. That is why Captain Isaacs was taking his time with this, so as not to make any of them angry or feel like their time was being wasted, but that they were also not being overwhelmed. He did not know Trista’s resources, but for all intents and purposes, he had that of an entire supercarrier from overhead to pluck from so time was on his and their side. Besides.

It’s not a competition.

[Captain this is Overwatch.]

[Go ahead, main Actual, send traffic.]

[Large force headed your way. I am diverting SCAR 5 to intercept but they might not make it in time.]

[Acknowledged, keep me informed.] Alright, we are going to have to either cut this short or give it to you straight. If you do not want any part of this, move as close to the center of town as you can. Do so now.
SECTOR:
ORDERS:
WINGMATES: @

Textage

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS

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[Kei Amadis]

May the Force be with you. Sor-Jan out.

Long time since anyone wished him that. Honestly, he grinned. People could do with speaking like that more often. Showing they gave a damn. "You as well," came the older Jedi Master's reply. Sor-Jan Xantha

Pulling himself out of the dirt hole he'd found himself in, the rainbow colors under this patch of farmland were a mix of crystalic reflections. Beside Kei the Ithorian Werucoss Nertivor blinked its huge eyes in disbelief. Nobody had seen this on the plans, "how was this missed?"

Typical Amadis, come to farm, and end up in a cave full of crystals. Turning the flashlight off, it was blinding down here as it was. Natoline would have appreciated it, he wasn't sure if he did. "Need a team down here to assess the cavern." He communicated above, wiping some dirt from his forehead, only ending up putting more on.

"Copy. ETA on cavern team 10 Minutes"

Possible that the crystals had interfered with the sensors and obscured this place. He was feeling a large amount of force discharge himself. Taking further steps into the cavern, his new Ithorian friend was very careful not to disturb anything. Kei was more heavy-handed, doing his best not to tread on anything important. "Don't touch anything," he told himself as much as the Ithorian.

Both went quiet, something very strange was ahead…

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"Their financials may be important but we don't want this to seem like we want to exploit them.. we want to present a better alternative to the hutts."

The boy gave a slight nod of his head.

Given that he'd spent the last ten years focused on the corporate market, he could understand someone thinking profit was his bottom line. And it was, just not for him as much as it was for the farmer. "It's more to see where their largest profit comes from, then tailoring a social media presence to either build on their strengths or address a net negative anywhere in the product line."

What she called exploitation, he called advertising.

Which was just exploiting the customer. But semantics.

Leaning back, the boy crossed his arms as the Jin Jedi launched into her plan for what the Jedi could offer. The sales pitch, as it were.

"Need a team down here to assess the cavern."

The boy had his comlink on low, but just loud enough that he could still make out the chatter in the background. Whatever Kei Amadis was digging in the dirt for, it seemed he'd stumbled across a cavern.

Hopefully, all he'd find were badger-moles. Because if it was Bryn'adul diggers, Sor-Jan really was not in the mood for that sort of thing today. Or tomorrow. Or ever again, actually.

Wu Yeoh-Mei​

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

Sor-Jan Xantha

"Social media?" SHe looked at him confused as she didn't pay attention to the new slang terms hipster kids used these days... she preferred to do things the old fashion way... maybe.... it wasn't because she was horrible with computers and often broke them. The Jin jedi was going with and looking at the farmers as they were able to get some information for financials and more what they lacked. From equipment to supplies that were low. Food was important but the soil would eventually be damaged unless they returned a crop to the soil and allowed it to renew it slowly. They might be able to work on that as the agricultural areas of the jedi had developed better fertilizers using the force that lasted longer. "Hmm we might be able to.... oh here we have improved methods to have the soil last longer. Depending on how the others handle these raiders going after the farmers we might be able to find what they have taken but I don't want to make promises."

 

[Trista Consta]

Location: Homestead community, Alee
Objective: Raiders
Allies: Ewan "Raider" Isaacs

The farmer took a few shots with her rifle, proving to be better shot with it than his own over-powered gun. She nodded in approvement as the man continued to shoot, but her mind wandered onto why the man's father had modded the weapon in the first place. I guess if you can control that sort of power, it'd be pretty intimidating...might be even to get pretty reasonably accurate with it if your enemy is pretty close...Her mind turned from the thoughts as she watched the man shoot to the other present. Most of the other farmers had finished shooting, aside from one recalcitrant farmer that Brea was attempting to teach. A glance at the SCAR team suggested to her that they were finishing their own preparations.

She cleared her throat, getting the farmer's attention during a brief lull in the sound of blaster fire.

"It looks like everyone is getting ready to move out."

"Oh...yes. Ah, here's your rifle."

She switched weapons with the man and briefly checked her blaster rifle's ammunition capacity. While the Flashfire was pretty versatile, it was known for sucking up gas fairly quickly. I should probably change the power pack and gas cannister when I get a chance...She slung the rifle over her shoulder before briefly turning back to face the man.

"Good luck. I'll see you on the field...soon it seems."

She quickly paced over to Brea, who was quick dismiss herself from the other farmer's presence. The other woman gave her a knowing look, causing Trista to signal that they should both don their helmets - half to get ready for the upcoming battle, and half to privately discuss.

"What happened with him?" questioned the captain.

"Some people aren't worth the effort. I think he was more interested in trying to charm me than to learn how to shoot."

"It'll be his loss."

"Yeah...maybe. Still, I don't want to see him dead on the battlefield anytime soon."

"We're going up against thugs...might just need to show them that it's not worth fighting anymore. Showing up armed is just half the battle."

"I hope so ma'am."

The two returned and mounted their bikes, even as the other two who had been on sentry duty returned as well. The quartet of hapan soldiers would be ready to move out when the farmers and the rest of the Concord personnel would be.




Mission Gear

Spoiler

Llwelkyn-series Battle Armor
LPD-66 Flashfire Blaster Rifle
LPD-33 Dartfire Variable Charge Blaster Pistol
2 LPD-12 Hydra Electronet Grenades
2 LPD-24 Fireblast Dual Purpose Grenades

Narglatch-class Speeder Bike

 

[Ewan "Raider" Isaacs]

Hesitation is a Hole in the head!​

Spoiler: CARRIER AND AIR WING MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

TRANSPORT COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" or "1 : 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

1. SCAR 4 Jackal Class Starfighter
2. SCAR 5 Jackal Class Starfighter
3. SCAR 6 Jackal Class Starfighter
4. SCAR 7 Jackal Class Starfighter
5. SCAR 8 Jackal Class Starfighter
6. SCAR 9 Jackal Class Starfighter
7. SCAR 10 Jackal Class Starfighter
8. SCAR 12 Jackal Class Starfighter
9. SCAR 13 Jackal Class Starfighter
10. SCAR 14 Jackal Class Starfighter
11. SCAR 15 Jackal Class Starfighter
12. SCAR 16 Jackal Class Starfighter
13. SCAR 17 Jackal Class Starfighter
14. SCAR 18 Jackal Class Starfighter
15. SCAR 19 Jackal Class Starfighter
16. SCAR 20 Jackal Class Starfighter
17. SCAR 21 Jackal Class Starfighter
18. SCAR 22 Jackal Class Starfighter
19. SCAR 23 Jackal Class Starfighter
20. SCAR 24 Jackal Class Starfighter
21. SCAR 25 Jackal Class Starfighter
22. SCAR 26 Jackal Class Starfighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Ares 1 Cherub Gunship
2. Ares 2 Cherub Transport
3. Ares 3 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES UNITS PER SHIP

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

SECTOR: Alee
ORDERS: OBJECTIVE BETA - “RAIDERS” - Investigate and halt any potential or alleged “Raider” activity.
WINGMATES: Trista Consta . Anybody who wants to converse!
[Any conversations in these brackets indicate Comm-link traffic]

This was not an engagement that Ewan wanted to get into. These people were not ready and frankly, it was not their job to make them so. If it was just them, it would be fine, but the SCARs were under orders and Ewan followed orders. The purpose was to not only investigate activity but to prepare these people to be able to defend themselves. The Rangers had somewhere else to be and that was fine, the SCARs were going to take their time.

The plans changed though.

The activity in the center of town was RIGHT WHERE Ewan wanted the non-combatants to go, how did they get such bad intel? What happened?

[Raider to Main! What the hell happened, Gator?]

[“Raiders are posing as Villagers, sir. We’re trying to discern between them.”]

[I need more intel!]

[“Working on it, sir.”]

[I need SCAR 2 back in the air for suppression, call for fire to follow!] Alright, everyone, I need you to keep together and keep calm. We are potentially going up against skilled but unorganized opposition. Just keep your wits about you and keep calm. Pick your shots and do NOT fire unless you have a shot. We’ll take the risks.

Spoiler: SUMMARY OF ACTIONS

...

 

[Kei Amadis]

Thankfully no Bryn'adul diggers or Surge Worms today!

Today was an entirely different sight. A liquid crystal stream running in the middle of the cavern. The Epicanthix walked toward it and squatted down, he brought his hand toward it. There was a strange look in his eyes like he'd seen a ghost. It didn't last, he shook his head and breathed out finding his usual centered calm.

The Ithorian with him was far too polite to tell him, hey don't stick your hand in strange liquids! Relief for his companion came because Amadis didn't need to be told, only a second's hesitation. So how was this liquid causing the small holes to appear above, that was the question. "What is this place?" His companion asked.

Amadis didn't answer immediately. How did you explain more than thirty years? A few trips to the netherworld and more than a few battles with crystal shaping cultists was, "complicated." He'd been looking for a place like this for a long time. "Head for the surface and rejoin the team."

There was something he needed to do. His companion gave him a very patient look, Ithorians seemed to have that way about them. "I'm fine." The Ithorian's eyestalks continued looking until he got a grin from Kei. "Really. There is no danger here." Pat on the back for his companion, he started on further into the cavern. Torch up high, he'd need the light to find what he sort. The Ithorian looked around, paused for a minute or two, and then followed him anyway. A polite Ithorian distance behind.

Sor-Jan Xantha | Wu Yeoh-Mei

 

[Trista Consta]

Location: Homestead community, Alee
Objective: Raiders
Allies: Ewan "Raider" Isaacs

Trista eyed the rest of the farmers lining to get their weapons. An Icon on her HUD turned blue and began to blink. She toggled her comlink off the channel used by the rest of the squad.

"Go ahead Control."

"Besh Lead, one of the probes has discovered a landspeeder associated with several of the raids. It's located due east, about twenty kilometers away next to an abandoned prefab building. Sending the coordinates to your HUD now."

"Life forms present on the premises?"

"Probe suggests three in the building so far."

"That can't be all of them," mused the hapan.

"No, but they might be able to tell us where the rest of them are."

"We are en route to investigate. Besh Lead out."

She toggled her comlink to the channel shared by the rest of the squad and explained the situation. Mere seconds later, the team zipped away from the farmers, their hidden enemies, and the SCAR team. The speeder bikes barreled down a dusty road, kicking up so much dust that Trista almost thought they'd be spotted by their enemies before they could reach the raider's remote hideout. She would have to rely on their exceptionally high speed and the probe's presence to help even the odds. Her eyes darted around the landscape of rolling hills and muddy fields. She abruptly took them offroad, taking them over the muddy fields in an effort to avoid obvious surveillance, or at least not be spotted by the clouds of dust they had previously kicked up on the old trodden roads. Her HUD highlighted the target building on the horizon - what appeared to be a corrugated durasteel sheet metal garage or similar structure that had since been repaired dozens of times over with rough-hewn logs of some native wood. Another light blue tag began to resolve itself near the building - the ball-like probe droid - which seemed content to hover just over the building's roof. Information from the droid began to fill in her HUD, showing the trio of heat forms within the building itself as they approached - two of them appeared to be stationary and laying down somewhere, while a third appeared to be sitting still in the middle of the building. Not the most attentive bunch, are they? She frowned. There should be more going on here. Where are their lookouts? Are they really this lax? Or are we barking up the wrong tree?

She kept watching the signatures as they approached, but they didn't stir until the bikes had stopped near the main entrance, at which point the signature that had been sitting rose up from his chair. As she dismounted from her bike, she drew her blaster pistol from its sheath and flicked the selector to "stun" - hopefully she wouldn't have to kill anyone.

"Set blasters to stun," said Trista, "lets try and take them alive...if they are really the bad guys."

The door swung open to reveal a lanky man dressed in what appeared to be greasy mechanic's overalls. His eyes widened at the sight of the advancing hapan soldiers. He abruptly slammed the door shut and ran back deep into the building. Well, that's not a good sign. Trista gestured for Brea to take the lead. Trista swung the door back, with Brea ready to shoot anything in the doorway that might threaten them. But nothing appeared. The sensor feed from the drone showed the two figures laying down continuing to stay down, while the third appeared to be frantically doing something. The hapans rushed down the hall, making their way past debris and rubbish and into the large central room where they found the lanky man attempting to start a speeder.

"Stop," said Trista, leveling her pistol at the man, "who are you, and what are you doing?"

"Trying to live. Didn't think modding speeders and droids would bring this kind of heat against me. I didn't do anything wrong - not morally at least."

"We're not going to kill you. We just have some questions."

"I don't know anything. Not for you type of people. I'm just a mechanic."

She eyed the surroundings, "This your garage?"

He hesitated, "Yes."

"...and you're working on the blue and brown speeder parked outside too?"

"It belongs to a couple of friends."

"Who are they?"

"I don't know their names...not their real ones at least. Ask them yourself - they're sleeping off a hard night after some stiff drinks in the cots in the back over there."

"Friends?" questioned Trista. If the man could have seen her face through the helmet, he would have seen an skeptical arched eyebrow.

"Friendly with credits at least. Real friendly like that," stammered the mechanic.


Mission Gear

Spoiler

Llwelkyn-series Battle Armor
LPD-66 Flashfire Blaster Rifle
LPD-33 Dartfire Variable Charge Blaster Pistol
2 LPD-12 Hydra Electronet Grenades
2 LPD-24 Fireblast Dual Purpose Grenades

Narglatch-class Speeder Bike

 

[Ewan "Raider" Isaacs]

Hesitation is a Hole in the head!​

Spoiler: CARRIER AND AIR WING MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

TRANSPORT COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" or "1 : 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

1. SCAR 4 Jackal Class Starfighter
2. SCAR 5 Jackal Class Starfighter
3. SCAR 6 Jackal Class Starfighter
4. SCAR 7 Jackal Class Starfighter
5. SCAR 8 Jackal Class Starfighter
6. SCAR 9 Jackal Class Starfighter
7. SCAR 10 Jackal Class Starfighter
8. SCAR 12 Jackal Class Starfighter
9. SCAR 13 Jackal Class Starfighter
10. SCAR 14 Jackal Class Starfighter
11. SCAR 15 Jackal Class Starfighter
12. SCAR 16 Jackal Class Starfighter
13. SCAR 17 Jackal Class Starfighter
14. SCAR 18 Jackal Class Starfighter
15. SCAR 19 Jackal Class Starfighter
16. SCAR 20 Jackal Class Starfighter
17. SCAR 21 Jackal Class Starfighter
18. SCAR 22 Jackal Class Starfighter
19. SCAR 23 Jackal Class Starfighter
20. SCAR 24 Jackal Class Starfighter
21. SCAR 25 Jackal Class Starfighter
22. SCAR 26 Jackal Class Starfighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Ares 1 Cherub Gunship
2. Ares 2 Cherub Transport
3. Ares 3 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES UNITS PER SHIP

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

SECTOR: Alee
ORDERS: OBJECTIVE BETA - “RAIDERS” - Investigate and halt any potential or alleged “Raider” activity.
WINGMATES: Trista Consta . Anybody who wants to converse!
[Any conversations in these brackets indicate Comm-link traffic]

It looked like the Rangers and their group was walking into what looked to be some kind of garage. That didn’t catch Ewan’s attention, nor did the looks of people walking the street, they were walking in fear which was probably because of armed individuals walking among them(Ewan and the SCARs). What he was noticing was the diner. There was absolutely no mind being paid to their surroundings. This could be passed over if the people on the outside of the diner were not watching the streets intently.

Peppuh, you and Brovic check your boots. They look dirty.

That was code for “get into sniping positions”.

“Brovic! I told you to use better polish!”

With the two of them getting into position, the others held back as well, “the others” being villagers. They did not have to be told twice about not playing a hero. That left Ewan, Mads, and Scinka to walk in. They could not hide who they were, so they did not bother. Walking up to the counter and putting a small fortune in credits down, he split off a small amount and put his non-gun hand over it.

This is for five Nerf burgers and five cafs. The rest is for any information on the Raiders here in town. We’ll be outside. You see the three of us, but you don’t know about the other two, so if you are here with bad intentions against the people of this village and you think you are safe hiding among them… think again.

So, he stood there waiting for his order, fully aware of what the fact that he had just given their intentions out fully. The purpose was to make these idiots nervous. Nervous idiots make mistakes.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Opening out a distance away, there it was, a clear lake of silver liquid crystal. There was such a wide grin on the Epicanthix's face it might crack in half if he wasn't careful. Enough here for all their needs, even to save someone he cared about. They could seal a beast, that had waked the galaxy too long, all he'd need is Taiden's expertise.

The Jedi Master turned around to see the Ithorian with him was still following, His companion blinked a couple of times, as a padawan he'd never listened himself when he felt compelled to act. Walking up as if he was going to scold him, the Jedi Master gave his Ithorian friend another huge pat on the back. Which jolted him into several large Ithorian blinks, and a small bellow.

"Sensed the flow of the lake. We both did." The practical use had drawn Amadis, but his Ithorian friend, he was approaching and now sitting next to the lake for a very different reason. There were small fish swimming in the crystal, silver like the color of the lake, they swam in shoals and when they came to rest appeared as the crystals above. Next to them were small digging creatures extending the lake so more crystals could form.

"Fascinating," The Ithorian padawan admitted, "I can feel them." Like a scene out of a holovid, the silver flow never stopped. If there was any doubt his companion was a Jedi it was now removed, "we have a long journey ahead of us, padawan." Not Kei's to teach but his to get back to the silver rest in one piece to begin his journey.

Several more blinks followed, large Ithorian eyes filled with the sights of an aquatic crystalline display, and another key to a long puzzle from Amadis's past

Fin

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"Social media?"

The way in which she said it immediately brought a smile to the boy's face. It was clear that she didn't understand. He'd have offered okay, boomer except the phrase was generally intended to be said to someone older, not younger.

Okay, zoomer? Probably still not correct.

"Oh, here we have improved methods to have the soil last longer."

"What about those refugees that settled on Alaris?" the young Anzat mused aloud, his mind wandering to the last time he'd seen anything in the Jedi articles that had referenced farming. It wasn't usually a topic of interest for him. And he hadn't been as studious in keeping up with the various Jedi journals of late either. But, it had caught his attention only because of the reference to the Witches of Dathomir. "Nightsisters or whatever they call themselves these days," the boy continued, fumbling a moment to recall the name, but then giving up.

Glancing over at the farmer, the boy explained, "They're a bit primitive, but their ability to generate new life from the soil is well documented. No doubt, they would be of great use applying some of their talent here."

Then, shifting his attention back toward Wu, continued as he added, "And, as I recall, Sasori developed several soil reclamation techniques that they employed on Atrisia, after the battle with the One Sith. Applied here, that would probably result in a production increase of three fold at the very least."

Wu Yeoh-Mei​

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

Sor-Jan Xantha

Wu nodded at the mention of Atrisia and the dathomiri group on the moon there were many things that would help them develop much more for their crops. The jedi gave a nod of ehr head to it. "My associate is correct, Atrisia has developed many techniques to recover after constant attacks which inproves and terraforms their farmland to a more refreshed state." That seemed to draw interest as they dind't present plans to incorporate the world or construct across it temples and exploitation.. instead giving many of the resources needed to vastly improve independence. Wu was looking at many of the things THey were working on the paperwork... it wasn't much it was mostly a list of what they had and what was needed... pouring over it and cross referencing it as Wu looked at Sor-Jan with a nod. They could transport the equipment for them as well as reports of the jedi and rangers going after the rangers were helping in the negotiations for endearing them. "Thank you." She was sending it for approvals but not the final notations as the jedi master breathed looking over it and enjoying some of the juice they had... the golden honey wine was good and with the force harder to impede her thought processes at least. "I think we are nearly done here."

 

[Trista Consta]

Location: Homestead community, Alee
Objective: Raiders
Allies: Ewan "Raider" Isaacs

She eyed the mechanic with a mixture of curiosity and disdain - not that he could see it through her helmet's dark faceplate. Quick to sell out a friend? Or just an opportunist? She supposed that in the end, it didn't really matter. It wasn't her job to discern or fully interrogate the other man. That'd be for someone else, and frankly, part of her felt relieved because of that. She didn't want to see just how bad people could be - not yet at least.

"Two," said the captain, "watch him while we check the others out."

Telia nodded and motioned for the mechanic to take a seat, which the man begrudgingly did. While it wasn't exactly protocol to leave a soldier alone with a potential, Trista had little doubt that Telia would be more than capable of watching him by herself for a few minutes - she at least hoped that was the case. She gestured for the others to move towards the other life form signatures found by the probe droid earlier. A corridor and two doors later found the trio of hapan women looking down at a pair of rougher individuals who seemed oblivious to their surroundings. While she couldn't smell them through her helmet's filtration system, she guessed by the seemingly random stains on their clothes and the empty bottles around them that they had indeed had done a little more drinking than had been advisable. They're getting a little too comfy here...they must really being their mechanic well, or they actually have a deeper relationship than the mechanic has let on...She stepped forward and gently nudged one of the men with her blaster - but the man simply rolled over. She did it again, causing the man to toss once more. Really? She forcefully jabbed the man in the ribs, starting to poke him more and more until she reached his sternum. One good sharp thrust caused the man to grunt and stir his eyes open. He blinked in incredulity at the sight before.

"What is this? Who are you people?"

"Hi, we're law enforcement..."

Not a total lie, nor a total truth...

"We've got a few questions for you and your friend here. Do you want to wake him? Or should we?"

He stared her down as he sat up. The man frowned as put both hands in his pockets and looked behind the hapan officer to the two other troopers behind her. Both of the other women had their blaster rifles already trained loosely on him. You wouldn't be that stupid? Would you? He seemed to consider his option for a moment before leaning over towards his compatriot's head as if to whisper something in his ear, but no sooner had he had reached the other man's ear when he pulled his hands out of his pockets to reveal a pair of diminutive holdout blasters. Brea fired before the man could fully draw them. A blue stun ring barely missed Trista's arm, stunning the suspect before the man could fully draw them. A brief puff of gas rose from Brea's rifle as the man slumped onto the ground. The sound of the shot woke up the other man, who abruptly attempted to scramble out of the bed before Trista pushed him back down with the tip of her rifle.

"Your friend here just tried to draw a weapon on me. And now he's on the ground not moving. I hope you will be a bit more cooperative. We're law enforcement. Let's start with something simple. Who are you? If you have some kind of identification on you, that'd be helpful to making the rest of this much smoother..."


Mission Gear

Spoiler

Llwelkyn-series Battle Armor
LPD-66 Flashfire Blaster Rifle
LPD-33 Dartfire Variable Charge Blaster Pistol
2 LPD-12 Hydra Electronet Grenades
2 LPD-24 Fireblast Dual Purpose Grenades

Narglatch-class Speeder Bike

 

[Ewan "Raider" Isaacs]

Hesitation is a Hole in the head!​

Spoiler: CARRIER AND AIR WING MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

TRANSPORT COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" or "1 : 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

1. SCAR 4 Jackal Class Starfighter
2. SCAR 5 Jackal Class Starfighter
3. SCAR 6 Jackal Class Starfighter
4. SCAR 7 Jackal Class Starfighter
5. SCAR 8 Jackal Class Starfighter
6. SCAR 9 Jackal Class Starfighter
7. SCAR 10 Jackal Class Starfighter
8. SCAR 12 Jackal Class Starfighter
9. SCAR 13 Jackal Class Starfighter
10. SCAR 14 Jackal Class Starfighter
11. SCAR 15 Jackal Class Starfighter
12. SCAR 16 Jackal Class Starfighter
13. SCAR 17 Jackal Class Starfighter
14. SCAR 18 Jackal Class Starfighter
15. SCAR 19 Jackal Class Starfighter
16. SCAR 20 Jackal Class Starfighter
17. SCAR 21 Jackal Class Starfighter
18. SCAR 22 Jackal Class Starfighter
19. SCAR 23 Jackal Class Starfighter
20. SCAR 24 Jackal Class Starfighter
21. SCAR 25 Jackal Class Starfighter
22. SCAR 26 Jackal Class Starfighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Ares 1 Cherub Gunship
2. Ares 2 Cherub Transport
3. Ares 3 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES UNITS PER SHIP

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

SECTOR: Alee
ORDERS: OBJECTIVE BETA - “RAIDERS” - Investigate and halt any potential or alleged “Raider” activity.
WINGMATES: Trista Consta . Anybody who wants to converse!
[Any conversations in these brackets indicate Comm-link traffic]

“You need to take this to go.” The server demanded.

Why?

“Just leave, No one here is interested in this nonsense about ‘Raiders.’” One of those seated, an older man, looked a bit nervous, he was pointing at them and the door.

Relax, we’re just here for our burgers and then we’ll be outside.

“No, you need to go, and you need to go now! I mean it.”

Scinka looked like he was ready to draw a weapon, Ewan just waved him off.

What is going to happen? The “server” over there is going to go for the carbine she thinks that she’s hiding behind her back? The guy at the end of the counter with the shotgun? Hmm? How many are in the back?

The firefight started and started quickly. The Raiders, or would be robbers caught in the wrong place at the wrong time were out of their element, but too stupid to back down. They were all shot down and (unfortunately) dead. The people of the Diner were not happy that the SCARs were there, but appreciative to be alive. The meals were on them.

Unfortunately those would have to be on hold as there was more work to do. This town had to be cleaned out as one of the people in the diner who were now feeding hungry farmers who wanted to stay behind and protect their fellow townsfolk. The cook mentioned how one of those Raiders mentioned others being holed up in the Town Hall. From the looks of it the place was a fortress.

[Raider to Main, I need SCAR 3 airborne for suppression. I need SCAR 2 on the ground to assist and SCAR 4 setting up a F.O.B. in front of Town Hall.]

[Acknowledged]

[1:1, this is 2:1, we’re Oscar Mike landing on the South lawn]

4 SCAR Jackals were landing not that far away.

 

[Trista Consta]

Location: Homestead community, Alee
Objective: Raiders
Allies: Ewan "Raider" Isaacs

It turned out the other man didn't have any identification on him - she decided to mentally call him "Hungover". Neither did his stunned compatriot. But a quick scan of their faces transmitted to mission control for identification showed that both were wanted by local authorities. The mechanic wasn't wanted, though she guessed that might well change after further investigation - more likely forensic accounting or after deep cover investigation. He'd likely remain a person of interest for some time. The hapan woman looked down at both of her prisoners.

"Let's cuff them and move out."

They shackled the conscious one first before moving onto the unconscious one. It took both of her soldiers to drag the stunned one along while she kept a careful eye on "Hungover" as he stumbled down the hallway to the exit. They entered daylight once more. She tongue-toggled her comlink.

"Control? What's our status?"

"SCAR team has just had a firefight in a local establishment which eliminated most of the other raiders."

Our job here is done then. At least it was in her mind, though her superiors might think differently. There were probably some residual elements somewhere, but she guessed that the local militia was now sufficiently strong to deal with them - and that was for the better. Local independence and autonomy were important, especially on a more remote world such as this. She toggled her comlink.

"We have two suspects in custody, but they might be better transported on something a bit larger than a speeder bike."

"Local law enforcement are on their way to take custody. Hang tight."


Mission Gear

Spoiler

Llwelkyn-series Battle Armor
LPD-66 Flashfire Blaster Rifle
LPD-33 Dartfire Variable Charge Blaster Pistol
2 LPD-12 Hydra Electronet Grenades
2 LPD-24 Fireblast Dual Purpose Grenades

Narglatch-class Speeder Bike

 

[Ewan "Raider" Isaacs]

Hesitation is a Hole in the head!​

Spoiler: CARRIER AND AIR WING MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

TRANSPORT COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" or "1 : 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

1. SCAR 4 Jackal Class Starfighter
2. SCAR 5 Jackal Class Starfighter
3. SCAR 6 Jackal Class Starfighter
4. SCAR 7 Jackal Class Starfighter
5. SCAR 8 Jackal Class Starfighter
6. SCAR 9 Jackal Class Starfighter
7. SCAR 10 Jackal Class Starfighter
8. SCAR 12 Jackal Class Starfighter
9. SCAR 13 Jackal Class Starfighter
10. SCAR 14 Jackal Class Starfighter
11. SCAR 15 Jackal Class Starfighter
12. SCAR 16 Jackal Class Starfighter
13. SCAR 17 Jackal Class Starfighter
14. SCAR 18 Jackal Class Starfighter
15. SCAR 19 Jackal Class Starfighter
16. SCAR 20 Jackal Class Starfighter
17. SCAR 21 Jackal Class Starfighter
18. SCAR 22 Jackal Class Starfighter
19. SCAR 23 Jackal Class Starfighter
20. SCAR 24 Jackal Class Starfighter
21. SCAR 25 Jackal Class Starfighter
22. SCAR 26 Jackal Class Starfighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Ares 1 Cherub Gunship
2. Ares 2 Cherub Transport
3. Ares 3 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES UNITS PER SHIP

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

SECTOR: Alee
ORDERS: OBJECTIVE BETA - “RAIDERS” - Investigate and halt any potential or alleged “Raider” activity.
WINGMATES: Trista Consta . Anybody who wants to converse!
[Any conversations in these brackets indicate Comm-link traffic]

As the Jackals were landing. “Peppuh” noticed some Cherub Transports coming down, followed by Cherub Gunships.

[“1:2 to main, we have Ares wing coming down. Anything we need to know?”]

[1:2, this is Ares 2:1, we have some goodies for you, courtesy of Colonel Telaskta.”]

The Colonel of “The Ethereal Marines” authorized some transports down onto the planet. This was, in a way, counter productive to why the SCARS were there. If this was such a big matter, why did they wait? Sure, SCAR teams are armed Recon, but they had the matter well in hand. When the fighting vehicles and the Jackhammer were unloaded, Ewan was angered. It was as if he was being undermined with purpose. The RPG that took out the fighting vehicle was bad, the one that took out the Cherub carrying it was worse.

The Haniel tank was slow to unload, but stayed in position to provide cover for everyone out on the street. Those RPGs came from Town Hall, as the building lit up with weapons fire, shooting at everything that they could. The Marines in the fighting vehicle were stripping it of tech and weapons as the vehicle was toast. The two gunships were mobile, providing an overwatch of who was where. The two heavy anti-personnel emplacements on the roof were hidden well from the ground, but not from the air.

[1:1, this is Ares 1. I got two Heavy set ups on the roof, keep behind the tank.]

Ewan just looked at the townsfolk with him. He would not order returned fire without their permission.

“I’m going to tell you now. Any damage we cause will be reimbursed and repaired fully.”

“Please! Protect our people!” The elder called back at him, frightened and wishing this all would end.

“Alright, just wanted your permission.” [Ares 1, this is 1:1… Green light! Slam’em!”]

[Moving in… on target… on target… guns guns guns]

Almost immediately the weapon emplacements on the gunships lit up the roof, sending shrapnel into the skies ahead of the flames of eruption and the shockwave the explosives would bring. The next wave of weapons fired from the gun emplacements targeted the RPG carrying Raiders spots. They were dug in hard, but it would prove to be their downfall as they had nowhere to go.

[You should be good to move in 1:1, we’ll stick around to nail any toughies for you.]

[Clear skies my friend, clear skies….][Raider to all SCARS… let’s move!]

 

[Trista Consta]

Location: Homestead community, Alee
Objective: Raiders
Allies: Ewan "Raider" Isaacs

What passed as local law enforcement came quicker than she thought, and much more raggedly than she'd have thought too. The battered landspeeder that had rocketed to them had a sole occupant in it who barely looked like an adult - Trista guessed that she probably had several years on the 'boy' wearing the marshall's long coat. He was quick to jaunt a finger backwards towards the Town Hall, just in time for the hapan herself to see fresh weapons fire emerge from the building.

"Get'em in - I've got to go back," sputtered out the marshall.

Her soldiers didn't wait for her command, with both of their prisoners being quickly thrown into the brig compartment in the speeder's rear. Trista herself quickly mounted her own bike and zipped towards the town hall, with the local patrol speeder and her own soldiers in hot pursuit. Her HUD lit up with a variety of icons as they approached, noting friendly forces including the SCAR teams along with some freshly delivered high firepower.

She frowned as they neared closer. Well, this definitely complicates things. Heavy fighting in unfamiliar urban areas was probably among her most professional fears - not only were simply many points where one could be ambushed, but she had to worry about not damaging civilian infrastructure and civilians as well. She quietly cursed as her bike slid onto a side street parallel with the town hall. After stopping behind a delivery speeder truck, she quickly dismounted and peeked around the truck to get a good view of the happenings. Her soldiers quickly arrived behind her.

"This doesn't look good," muttered the woman to her squad, "let's take up observation positions from here and see if there's any opponents we can eliminate from range."

Her soldiers quickly moved to enact her commands. It was the start of a safe, conventional choice: find out what's going on, take out what enemies you could while minimizing risks to your own, and finally advance to mop up enemy survivors.



Mission Gear

Spoiler

Llwelkyn-series Battle Armor
LPD-66 Flashfire Blaster Rifle
LPD-33 Dartfire Variable Charge Blaster Pistol
2 LPD-12 Hydra Electronet Grenades
2 LPD-24 Fireblast Dual Purpose Grenades

Narglatch-class Speeder Bike

 

[Ewan "Raider" Isaacs]

Hesitation is a Hole in the head!​

Spoiler: CARRIER AND AIR WING MAKEUP

SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS: CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

AIR COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

SCAR WING (7 Squadrons)

1. SCAR 2-10 Jackal Class Starfighter

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 1-6 Azazael class Stealth fighter

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 7-12 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)

1. Ares 13–17 Ashera Class Fighter

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

1. Ares 18 Cherub Gunship
2. Ares 19-20 Cherub Transport

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES UNITS PER SHIP

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

SECTOR: Alee
ORDERS: OBJECTIVE BETA - “RAIDERS” - Investigate and halt any potential or alleged “Raider” activity.
WINGMATES: Trista Consta . Anybody who wants to converse!
[Any conversations in these brackets indicate Comm-link traffic]

Slowly they moved, room through room. There was not much to do as these “Raiders” were cowards and preferred ambush tactics over anything. So open fighting just was not happening at this point, but they could clear each room, and clear them they did. Room by room until out of nowhere…

[“Hold…”]

Heavy guns blasted the room that would be “next” for them.

[“Tango Down.”]

[“1:1, this is Ares 1, you should be clear of the next floor and first three rooms. Then up to the roof.”]

[Acknowledged.][Raider to Main, send down the “care package”]

[“Acknowledged, 1:1”]

It took a few more minutes, but those who were not in custody were unfortunately taken down. The SCARs were military, not Rangers, they did not need the moral code that the Antarians did, so there was no issue with the body count unless they had orders to use stealth. When he got back to the ground, Ewan noticed the transports unloading some "Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicles and Jackhammers before all were taking off again.

“These are courtesy of the SJDF regardless of your decision on your future. These will hopefully give you Marshalls more mobility in protecting your towns.”

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"I think we are nearly done here."

The young Anzat gave a tilt of his head in acknowledgment.

"I'd say that's up to them," the boy answered nonchalantly. Then, turning back toward the farmers, remarked, "We could be nearly finished... Or we could only just begun."

Improved food production. Improved soil conditions. Improved marketability.

It certainly wasn't the kind of offer that they were going to get from the Hutts. And certainly nothing was ever free when dealing with the Hutts.

But over to the farmers if they wanted what the Jedi offered them.

Wu Yeoh-Mei​

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

Sor-Jan Xantha

The negotiations were somewhat concise... Wu was about a lot of things but she wasn't going to waste time and give and take only mattered if they had been wanting to well... exploit them. The means to create increased food production int he long run would benefit and with trade or commerce they could regulate and improve the flow of food across silver space. "I think they are wondering what the other side of the deal is and well it isn't here yet." She said it and brought up what was considered future plans... with enough improved methods they could exponentially increase and from there establish routes to get food across for commerce... projections showed it could sell well and that was if they were selling the excess from here only. THe farmers seemed to like it as with the right means they could have economic boom here. THe one signed it liking the sounds of it as it would benefit them int he long run and some shipments would be used to restock the silver rest eventually.