Justice Is In The Hands Of The People (TU Dominion of Dressel)

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12/20

Delam was pleased.

He had never been the type to waste talent, even if it came in the form of a rather odd looking alien. The Gorach were a feared race - where they went death followed. Frankly, the High Lord was a bit surprised that this one was fighting on its own. Weren't they supposed to travel in tribes across the stars?

The worried hands of a medic drew him from his thoughts. Pushing up to his feet, Delam shook his head at the man who seemed all too keen to fuss over him. "Tend to the Gorach." He waved a hand at the alien. Delams wounds were superficial - he would survive with them. He was not sure the Gorach was in a similar state after having been stabbed in the chest.

"My name is Delam Mairev. I expect you to remember it, warrior." He donned his helmet once more and strode off toward the lab. There was still work to be done.

 

[Sek Kali]

"Thanks." She stated quickly, taking the pistol and looking at it while regaining her familiarity with such a weapon. It had been a while since she used a weapon like this, and shot someone, so such a weapon felt so outlandish compared to something like a rifle. "You can expect my help, but don't expect me to be efficient at fighting, not like this." She would add, especially with her being bare boned when it got to apparel would certainly make her inefficient. And not wearing armor was even more outlandish than using a pistol, so even if they needed to move, she would use any cloth to cover herself, or clothing of any size. There may have been more comfort, but no extra protection could be gained out of this, so Sek kept herself on her toes- one shot in the right place would be fatal. And in a place like this? Death was undesirable, the Trandoshan at least wanted to die with dignity or some form of importance rather than being some stray test subject.

[member="Laman Ress"]

 

[Raziel]

[member="Sinistra"]

"Holiday for me," he replied with a grin. The barman placed a beer in front of him. The position he'd been inhabiting when he'd last seen the Director was a military post, staff officer in the navy. "Out with a few friends," he replied. He turned on his stool.

Wave you pricks, he thought to himself. One of the simpletons saw his wave and got all of the to join in. After all, he was paying for their meal. Layle did not look so enthusiastic.

"Didn't think you'd get out too far on business in your position," he said added, keeping his tone jovial. He didn't a perfect impression of someone two or three beers down. Time to see if she was feeling up to a direct challenge of his story or not. For the moment, he'd quite forgotten the mundane matter of a little accusation of corporate espionage.

 

[Sinistra]

10/20
Breehara

"Yes, well I'm only Madame Director to the Imperium staff. To everyone else, I'm the captivating brunette at the end of the bar and this was a wasted trip looking for a former colleague."

Half truths. Eralam was never a colleague but then again, they were all pawns in the grand gme. She saw the group of "friends" he professed to be with and their waves towards him although it still struck her as odd that in this of all places, they would run into each other. This wasn't Imperium space, it wasn't Techno Union territory. It could have been nothing. It could have been everything.

Finding Eralam wasn't giving her any leads so she could check more deeply into this particularly young looking intelligence officer or she could really get back to Joran who had been the one to message her earlier. How far back was she willing to pull the layers?

"Interesting choice for a holiday, no?"

[member="Raziel"]

 

[Laman Ress]

11/20
Laman watched as the woman appeared and gave The Namless One a stimpack, that should keep him fighting for now, until he could get him a medic to control his wounds. Laman then watched as the abomination of a man walked around the corner and towards the group. This creature was an amalgamation of flesh and technology, he did not know where the machine ended and the man began, and he did not know if it could still be considered human in it's current state, it was almost considered a droid, Laman did not know what to think of it. He watched as The Butcher got hit to the wall by the creature, and as the creature was gunned down by The Butcher with a hidden hand cannon.

Laman knew he was not in a good state, and when Laman went to check his awareness, he appeared to be incapacitated, and he was already injured, this was not good. Laman put The Butcher over his shoulder, hopefully he could get him to a medic in time.

Laman motioned for the others to follow him he would get back to his team before hopefully extracting back to the fleet.

[member="Sek Kali"]
[member="Bethany Haverford"]

 

[Bethany Haverford]

"I'm Bethany, by the way," she offered to Laman and Sek as the group walked. Aware of their situation, she kept her voice low, but introductions were better done sooner than later.

In spite of her precautions, the enemy was closer than she had expected and had clearly heard the group's movements. The overdramatic pointing was typical of the monstrously overconfident, and so Bethany held her fire though her rifle remained trained on the hostile. Satsujin-sha's pointed if silent order drew a nod from Bethany and she took point, identifying a side door that should eventually take them to a lift, if it was still in working order. "This way." She kept an eye on the enemy, rifled raise as she side-walked to the door, so the moment that Satsujin-- a warrior she had believed capable of holding off one enemy until Bethany got to a defensible location-- took the first cybernetic-enhanced blow, she knew it.

"Sujin!" Bethany screamed as the soldier was battered into the wall. Her rifle jerked in a series of short bursts, firing bolts into the behemoth's back as it focused its attention on the warrior who had presented as the first threat. It twitched at the wounds inflicted on it, but otherwise shrugged off the attack. Annie reached for a knife as the cyborg delivered its second attack, but what she would have done was unclear as Satsujin-sha took matters into his own hands.

A moment of quiet settled over the area, sitting heavily on her thoughts. Their would/be attacker slumped over, lifeless, but the damage was done as Satsujin's own body deflated. Bethany's feet were moving before she had time to think, bringing her to the fallen mute's side at the same time as Lama. She cursed her inability to read his vitals through his armor: she was no medic, wasn't equipped for that. He lay there, unmoving, and Bethany feared the worst. Laman, ignoring Satsujin’s injuries, hefted him over his shoulder and gestured wordlessly in the direction they had to go. Bethany switched into high gear: speed was of the essence.

"I need the comm frequency for your group so I can send long-distance to your commanders." She had been relying on localized projection of her voice to communicate for now, as much out of necessity as deference to the Trandoshan who was without a helmet. That couldn't last. She needed Aelius, at the least. They passed through the door toward the lift. “Tell me our current course will take us to them.”

[member="Laman Ress"] [member="Sek Kali"] [member="Kiro Masahide"]

 

[Sek Kali]

The situation felt instantious, they were already moving, and then blast shots- the creature of machine that had slammed the familiar, armored individual into a wall. Were they dead? It wasn't really something she wanted answered. One of her saviors picked them up, so they had to be alive somehow, but if not...Sek didn't want to dwell on it. They were going to get out of here at one point, hopefully with little commotion as possible despite the lack of a medical professional to tend to the downed man.

Despite the event, all the Trandoshan maintained was silence, except maybe the patting of her feet as she moved through the facility behind the well armed and armored team of individuals she barely knew. Sek had to admit to herself in thought that they were her saviors, and they did just attack a facility that seems pretty well defended. Was joining them a bad idea, or was staying a mercenary even worse, She did not know, but if they happened to pay well to their troops maybe a business oppertunity would open up. "A lift? Finally." Sek thought as they passed through the door toward the lift. Even if the outside was pure desert, or some sort of brutal wasteland, she'd be happy to finally breathe real air and get outside, out of this mysterious place. Not that she wished to stay outside for long, also hoping for a dropship or some sort of vessel would be picking them up before she froze to death.

[member="Bethany Haverford"] [member="Laman Ress"]

 

[Laman Ress]

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"I am Laman Ress, and i am the commander." he said to [member="Bethany Haverford"]
Laman got inside the lift with the others, first thing they would do is head downstairs and get to the server room, there he would pick up his team, and get The Butcher medical attention, as he was not in a good shape. The lift went down quickly as the building was not that tall, it was confusing why there even was a lift, handicap access? Mabye. Though it did not matter, it was probably better for The Butcher, less being jostled around.

Once the lift got to the ground floor Laman immediately left for the server room, where his team was, he had a field medic over there, who could tend to The Silent Ones wounds before they extract back to the fleet, where they could hopefully get the trandoshan some clothing, there it would not be much of an issue. Laman continued walking before they came up upon the locked down wing in which the servers resided, they seemed to have held out well against the droid army, only one killed, and one injured, Laman would have liked there to have been no deaths, but he knew it was wishful thinking. People die in war, that was an undeniable fact.

Laman handed him over to the field medics before conferring with his tech people, they said they were almost done and they could call in extraction whenever he was ready, which he promptly did, ETA 10 minutes.

"We have to hold out 10 minutes before we can extract." He said to the small group he had just met.
[member="Sek Kali"]
[member="Kiro Masahide"]

 

[Bethany Haverford]

Bethany respected the military structure, so she said nothing to contradict his declaration of rank, though it was not what she had meant. What she was before held no bearing now; she was back to grunt status, unless she found an army to honor her experience. She followed silently, keeping an eye on her perimeter sensors until they reached the lift.

"Sorry I can't do more to help with the clothing situation," Annie offered as they traveled down in the lift, keeping one eye on Satsujin-sha and one on her potential conversational partner. "If they can't find you something once we're back to wherever they're from, I will."

The lift dumped them a short distance from Laman's squad, and Bethany took up a position near the medic, watching him go to work on saving Satsujin-sha. She didn't ask any questions; there was no point. They would see if it worked or not, and the real healing wouldn't begin until they were back at a well-equipped facility. It was all stabilization now. Bethany sent up a silent prayer to whatever cosmic deity and turned her black and red helmet back toward Laman as he broke into her distraction with an ETA on their ride.

"No trouble," she responded. They had soldiers guarding the entrance to the room, so she was at loose ends for the moment. She glanced at the still-silent Trandoshan and then at the soldiers. Like Bethany, none of them had anything that could be used as an alternative covering. She glanced around the barren server room, then walked over and grabbed up a discarded nylon cover.

"Not great, but at least it's something," she said as she offered it to the Trandoshan with a friendly shrug of her shoulders. "It'll keep you decent until they can get you real clothing." Combat situations didn't exactly offer the opportunity to raid the supply room. She smiled, even if the Trandoshan couldn't see it, and moved back to Laman.

"Commander Rees, I appreciate your position, but I am here because of that man--" she pointed to the prone form of the mute, "-- And another friend. I don't want to subvert your structure, but it would be much easier to communicate with you, your men and, hopefully, my friend if I can utilize your comm channels." She could start rotating frequencies, but it would take more time than she had to find the right one.

[member="Sek Kali"] [member="Kiro Masahide"] [member="Laman Ress"]

 

[Alisha'ven]

DRESSEL ORBIT
Arceneau Trade Stations
Aurodium-class Trade Station
MT 3000 Fuelling Station
[1/20]

Meanwhile...

"So we have the first few shipments of the crop of aleudrupe berries came in." the researcher would detail to Alisha'ven. "We are also in the process of securing promhassic triaxli manufacturing facilities on Dressel." the Rodian would continue, going down the data manifest.

The Rutian Twi'lek sat within one of the main conference rooms of the Arceneau Trade Company's floor level. With the push towards discovering more green energy options with Browncoat Arms, Mara Tibx, and the expansion of PharmaTech in botanicals, new ventures have been discovered. The work agreements with Silk Holdings and the Varonat production facilities had resulted in at least a 25% increase in the first crop of cloned endangered botanicals. That meant that the method utilized to bring back a healthy production of endangered botanicals was viable.

"What about the enhanced version, do we have any data?"

"So far they have found that it will take at least another six months for this batch to be enhanced by the slime. However, the product only will continue to improve in quality from the preliminary findings."

The Rutian would give a smile.

"Good."

 

[Verona Chroi]

11/20

She could wait no long for the obstinate man to help her. He looked satisfied that she could not reverse his work, that some of what they had been doing would be destroyed before the nefarious underbelly of the plot could be brought to the light of day. Or before the small Legion and Verona could be silenced by the technobility and their oligarchical interests. Verona threw him down, probably harder than she would have liked, but her mind was on saving the clones as quickly as she could. The controls were not very straight forward, but Thulu began to speak calmly telling her everything the unnamed man behind her had done. The sirens wailed as she worked, and she could hear the scrambling footsteps of the man getting away.

For her the choice was easy.

Save the tanks, let him go. There were enough Legion crawling the facility that he would be stopped but first her fingers worked furiously over the console as she raced against the clock.

 

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13/20

Delam marched into the lab with purpose. His sword might have shattered, but his rifle served the purpose well enough. Most of the Techno Union's soldiers had cleared the preliminary halls, and Delam proceeded deeper into the facility in relative peace. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of chaos; blaster fire, explosions, people shouting orders at the top of their lungs. He knew it all well enough.

Drawing in a deep breath, Delam made his way past the first few sections of the facility. He ascended a set of stairs, followed after a pair of fleeing scientists, went down another flight of stairs, and found himself in a massive chamber. Across the way, he could make out the all-too-familiar figure of [member="Verona Chroi"] doing...what was she doing exactly?

The High Lord frowned.

"Verona," he called as he jogged up alongside her, "What's going on?"

 

[Laman Ress]

13/20
"Our comm frequencies are encrypted to prevent enemy spying, so i would go talk to Brother Andrew, our comms guy. Brother Andrew!." Laman said.

Brother Andrew was currently working on the network connection for the data upload, this was a massive data dump, but it would be worth it, from what they found out on Ruusan there could be something interesting going on here. When Commander Laman called over to him, he was willing to do so, his work was practically done at this point.

"What do you need Commander?" Andrew said

"Would you please hook up this woman to our comm network, it will assist in coordination." Laman Replied

"Got it. Now, here is a small device, now most comm devices have a little slot for encryption keys, right on the back, put this in there and tune to the frequency 29.54, you should here us fine." Andrew said giving her the small encryption key.

"Anything else sir?" Andrew asked.

"That will be all for now, thank you Brother Andrew." Laman replied.

Laman turned to [member="Bethany Haverford"].

"Would you need anything else?" He asked

Laman knew this wasn't a hotel, but anyone The Buther was fine with, he was fine with, he had earned his trust.
[member="Sek Kali"]
[member="Kiro Masahide"]

 

[Verona Chroi]

12/20

The thunderous sound of the footfalls of the High Lord were easy enough to identify behind her but she could not stop her work as it took great concentration to keep her attention on Thulu and the console. Delam might be upset that she had allowed the culprit to escape but she would deal with that later. Thulu guided her through another menu to where the nutrient mixt had been altered and she bumped it back up to what the spectre had seen.

By the time [member="Delam Mairev"] had located her, she had managed to right many of the controls, although what damage had been caused by the scientist would not be immediately known. All the life support systems had been taken offline and she was forced to try to restore them from the main console. She looked up to the monstrously tall commander from Zenioth Prime, her blue irises a vivid trio of blues that swirled into the tiny black pupil at the center. They glowed nearly as brightly as the bacta tanks around her.

"Someone was trying to kill the clones. I cannot tell all he did but I am trying to restore their life support."

She sped over to a tank close by, a Trandoshian in the fluid, her eyes scanning the readout when a warning sounded from his individual board. She ran back to the console and screamed.

"He has accessed another terminal and is pushing drugs through the system to euthanize them."

 

[Soah Ty’Jyn]

DRESSEL
BREEHARA - Promhassic triaxli manufacturing centre
[2/20]


"This way Baron Deathmark," the tall, slender tan skinned Dressellian in charge of the manufacturing facility would guide the Mara Tibx & Fuels representative. The gleaming pear-grey turbolift doors slid open sideways, warm air bearing an aroma that advertised labor and industry washed over the Nikto and his guide.

"As you can see, production has managed to output an increase of two percent this last quarter." the nasal voice of Froie would detail, stepping out of the turbolift towards the handful of steps that would bring them to the rail overlooking the main manufacturing chamber. Their boots heels would ring upon the metal flooring of the observation catwalk, echoing slightly as the burly and barrel chested Nikto came to a stop at near the edge of the deck.

Chemical machines would be arranged in neat rows. Various tubes with caution signs and strict ORM mandates in bright display. The factory was ran with tight supervision. It was clean. The current business management process clearly an efficient and effective solution. Needless to say, the Baron was impressed.

" Hocan uba doth bancaie dah ackorr?" «"Yet you are still on backorder?"»

Froie would give a curt nod. "We just do not have the space nor the funding to expand."

 

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14/20

Killing the clones? Such a cowardly act could not go unpunished. Delam bristled beneath his armor and was thankful for the anonymity his helmet gave him. He would not have liked for his people to see him so easily angered, even if it was brought about by a deeply personal issue. He'd already voiced his grievances over the Republic's use of clone soldiers multiple times. They'd had no right up until recently. Someone needed to be a voice for them - thing was, he was rather sure his men were tired of hearing about it.

"Another terminal you say?" He asked dangerously, an edge to his voice. He pulled back the hammer on his rifle and grumbled a curse under his breath. There must have been hundreds of terminals within the complex.

They could shut down the entire system, but that would have dire consequences for the clones as well as the entire planet. Dressel had links to the Arceneau Trade Company, but a sizable margin of its economy stemmed from operations from the governor's company. If support was cut, data would be lost, jobs and livelihoods with them.

But then doing so might save the clones.

"Can you narrow down where the terminal he's accessing is?"

[member="Verona Chroi"]

 

[Verona Chroi]

13/20

Verona was not a very good hacker, but when you have someone feeding you the answers, you sometimes don't need to be. The soldiers in the server room had the IT department fairly well surrounded and with a little aggressive negotiation, the systems administrator had given up the admin password and login for the systems. Verona keyed it in quickly and searched for any other terminals accessing the life support system and cross checked it against the network diagram on the file server.

"He's on a console in this room, second floor, end of the row."

Verona pointed quickly in the direction he should look while she worked to override his security access and kick him out of the network. Booting him out was easy enough but now she had to trace what systems he was in and see if she could stop the lethal dose of drugs being pushed through to the tanks. Perhaps they need not lose all of them.

[member="Delam Mairev"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

9/20

"...Atrisian, self-proclaimed Butcher of Ruusan... I know what your heart desires... we're alike you and I... vindictive.... unfeeling.....​

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You will not die... you will carry on my purpose.... you WILL heed the call of the dark....​

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...This blade... it shall consume....​

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...you will fall...​

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...you... will... perish..."​

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Tyrannus​

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Satsujin-sha was starting to come around, but with the addition of a skull-splitting migraine. He groaned, realizing he was being carried by the Captain. He remembered killing a freak and [member="Bethany Haverford"] coming to the rescue. The Atrisian chuckled to himself and smiled about this whole ordeal. They were winning, or so it seemed. Regardless of victory or failure, they fought and wore their pride like armor. They had honor, and that was something Satsujin-sha revered immensely.

Lights fading in and out, voices being inaudible and the rest of the world seemed obscure, foreign even. The Butcher slammed an armored elbow into the back of [member="Laman Ress"], wanting to be put down. He may have been an injured liability, but he wouldn't go down without dying in action. Anything else would not suffice and would be of great disrespect.

He was alive, and that meant he could fight. Through hell or high water.

[member="Delam Mairev"]
[member="Verona Chroi"]
[member="Bethany Haverford"]
[member="Sek Kali"]

 

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15/20

They had a position. Delam took a moment to memorize the general area - not far really - and stood up to his full height. His gaze fell to Verona's companion, a relative stranger by all accounts. An apprentice? A lover? He knew not, though he trusted the man to keep the sorceress safe. She'd offered the legion her assistance and spilt blood defending his warriors. He would not allow her to perish at the end of their assault.

"I will find him. Do what you can to keep him out of the system," Delam boomed as he turned toward the stairwell. They had little time to save the data, and more importantly, the clones. If the men under the governor's employ would resort to such actions as assassination of the disabled, then Delam had no doubt in his mind of the man's guilt. Still, they needed that solid proof preserved.

He took a moment to check the status [member="Kiro Masahide"] before charging off toward the stairs. He'd seen it spike earlier, though the silent swordsman seemed stable now.

At least there was that.

He up into the second floor rifle raised. The terminal should be just up ahead. His comm tuned in to speak with Verona.

"Status?"

[member="Verona Chroi"]

 

[Alisha'ven]

DRESSEL ORBIT
Arceneau Trade Stations
Aurodium-class Trade Station
MT 3000 Fuelling Station
[3/20]


"What about the bota?"

Unable to sit for too long, the Rutian would set her hands upon the armrest and rise to her feet. The slow clap of her boots would echo lightly as she would amble her way towards the observation view screen. It ran from floor to ceiling, Solaria Glasteel encompassing the bulk of of the entire length of the trade station's viewports.

"Preliminary trials on Saleucami and Varonat have been favorable. We are currently running on a three month crop. The Morodins will start the seeding of this cloned version within a month's time."

Bota was a rare plant species native to very few planets in the galaxy such as Drongar. It was highly valued during the Clone Wars, as it had certain medicinal effects for each species and supposedly gave Jedi a stronger connection to the Force. It would become useless some time after it left the planet, unless frozen in carbonite.

Originally from Drongar, it originally be synthesized and sourced from the planet. Because of its rarity and medicinal values, bota was an expensive and coveted plant. However, due to a mutation in the bota, it became worthless and both forces left the planet.

Until now.

Work with Silk Holdings and the Morodins now opened a new venture with the rare samples found in carbonite and amber. They had been expensive to acquire, but what had begun on Saleucami and Varonat was now starting to bear fruit. Slowly but surely.