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

[Bethany Haverford]

"Thanks." She settled the encryption key into her helmet, tuned in as instructed, and her helmet was suddenly filled with the background noise of a military operation that was winding down. She lowered it to a constant thrum in the background.

Bethany could hear the barely restrained irritation in the commander's tone and made sure to bow her head appreciatively. She had waited to ask again until they were somewhere safe, but her friends came first so it made no sense to put it off until they had gotten back to a fleet or planet where she knew no one but the unconscious man behind her. Oh well. She'd win Laman over eventually, if she stuck around.

"No, Commander Rees. Thank you for this and..." She glanced over at Satsujin-sha who looked like he was showing some signs of life. "For getting him to medical assistance in time."

Once Laman had walked away, Bethany activated her new comm frequency and threaded her inquiry into the other battle chatter. "Haverford to [member="Aelius Varangian"]. Aelius, are you dirt-side?"

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

 

[Soah Ty’Jyn]

DRESSEL
BREEHARA - Promhassic triaxli manufacturing centre
[4/20]

"Woy uba gee bankobaoway sokie dah bu bie see piobhoh kayihei kuna kee catkiua?" «Do you have preliminary data on the amount of square meters you will require?»

Froie gave a slight grimace, the jowls of his chin quivering slightly. "At least enough to double the facility." he would relay, holding his datapad over his belly. Slender finger would gently rap upon the surface.

"Haku doth bu dotkee che fofo bu woleuag cay tytung bu bahceuoy?" «What is the estimate for doubling the facilities with all the equipment?» The Nikto would swivel his black beady eyes upon the Dressellian, almost unnervingly not blinking.

Froie took a deep breath. For one so tall, he certainly appeared mildly distressed.

"Estimates suggest at the three million credit range."

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Aelius drew himself out of a pile of rubble. Whilst marching down the hallways of the spicer's facility, a improvised explosive device detonated. Before he could react, even with his force enhanced reflexes, the Royal Guard found himself buried. Gradually he dug himself out, brushing off his dented and dirtied armor. Staggering onto his feet, his commlink burst to life within his ear. It was a familiar, female voice...

"Perhaps a little too dirt side." Murmured Aelius in a deadpanned fashion. "Is this Colonel Bethany Haverford?"

[member="Bethany Haverford"]

 

[Alisha'ven]

DRESSEL ORBIT
Arceneau Trade Stations
Aurodium-class Trade Station
MT 3000 Fuelling Station
[5/20]


"The Senoti trees are still in their infancy."

Wide lavender eyes would bear down upon the planet Dressel. Alisha'ven drew her hands back to come to a rest at the small of her back, clasping her hands.

"As they are trees, it will take at the very least one year before we can determine if the clone'd seeds are viable. The Morodins are optimistic. They are at two slime passes a day." The senoti was a species of tree native to the Outer Rim world New Canistel. The deep-rooted trees required an alkaline soil in which to grow, and produced a sap that was used for medicinal purposes. Endor's native Ewoks regarded the tree as holy due to its healing properties, and an earlier exploration trip from Pharma Tech had collected samples of the tree from New Canistel.

There were now several acres on Saleucami, Ukio, Varonat, M'haeli, Dantooine and Uphrades. These were the current plots of agriculture expansion Browncoat Industrial, Pharma Tech and Arceneau Trade as a whole had conducted over the past several years.

"One year."

It was a long term investment, but one that would bring forth a new stream of medicines.

 

[Verona Chroi]

14/20

Verona double checked the network again, before she answered him through the coms.

"He's out of the systems, so he might be trying to manually put the drugs in there to kill them. I'm trying to disable the delivery system but if he can get around it, you're going to have to stop him."

She went back to the system, trying to understand the diagram of the tank. Her concentration was slipping as the crash alarms started to sound, the vital signs on the tanks closest to her began to flat line. Desperation flashed through Verona's eyes and she panicked. The violet blade of the saber ignited and she began to sever the nutrient lines flowing into every tank in her efforts to save the clones.

[member="Delam Mairev"]

 

[Bethany Haverford]

Her mouth twisted into a grin at his flat response. "Hail and well met, Captain. You sound like you're having a good day." She waited for his reply before moving into the purpose of the conversation. "I heard you had a few openings left for this number, so I figured I'd try out for the position. Satsujin's in rough shape; we're waiting on evac. Do you need reinforcements?"

There was little more she could do here; though part of her wanted to stay with her injured ally, logic was telling her that there might be better places she could be used until the operation was officially over. At the least, she could offer Aelius an evac if he had completed his objective. At most, perhaps she'd get a better sense of what Aelius had signed up for and why he had chosen to devote himself to a non-Sith cause.

Behind her conversation with Aelius, she caught snippets of other conversations on the encrypted channel. Troop movements, something about drugs. It didn't make sense and she wasn't able to focus on the information enough to decode what was actually happening.

[member="Aelius Varangian"]

 

[Soah Ty’Jyn]

DRESSEL
BREEHARA - Promhassic triaxli manufacturing centre
[6/20]


"Duba duton keemonhofwachadon mon." «Three million.»

Clasping his hands behind his back, the Nikto would spread his legs about a foot apart. A pensive furrow of brows swept across his countenance. Mentally, the Baron ran the numbers. Three million would be based on the idea of outsourcing the construction and labor. The materials were another matter.

He then would turn his regard towards the Dressellian, surveying him with that obsidian eyed scrutiny. " Da doth donrom kokaheoua, tee-tocky, an lbor, pahapke?" «That is including materials, time, and labor, correct?»

"That is correct, Baron." Froie would warble out. There was a distinct sense of uneasiness with that unblinking stare of the Mara Tibx Representative.

"Haku doth uba yo ho um baw wah esmen?" «What are you offering for the investment?»

"Fifty-one percent of equity."

 

[Malia Afredane]

15/20
Breeehara, Rusty's Custom Firearms and Cutlery

Mal walked up the street to the low windowless building that looked like a bunker. The door looked heavy duty and the whole place reminded her of Rusty's workstation on Gracie. He reinforced the walls for safety, causing her to have many raised eyebrows at the alterations required for firearms and the side jobs he took. She stood there staring at the door for a minute, her fingers curled around the handle. She couldn't figure out why she was apprehensive about this visit, but things seemed to be falling apart between the pair of them and she just couldn't understand why.

With a sigh, she jerked the handle, opening the door. The shop was dusty, smelled of gunpowder and oil. It was a little dim although there were spot lights on certain cases to highlight special pieces. There was a young woman behind the counter as Mal walked up.

"Hey, I'm looking for Rusty."

Koko looked up from her work, a stern expression on her features. She recognized Mal immediately, and was less than thrilled to see the captain.

"He's not here."

"I can see that. Where is he?" Mal looked around.

"He's mining beskar. And then he's got better things that dealing with your crap."

"Excuse me?"

Koko narrowed her eyes at the smuggler.

"I didn't stutter. You treated him like crap and now you're paying the price. Enjoy your new crew."

Mal stood staring at woman but decided that getting into an altercation was probably not the best idea. She turned away from the counter and walked out of the shop, the door slamming behind her. Koko looked to the backroom where Rusty was in the middle of machining a gun barrel. She wasn't going to let Mal continue to upset him. She went back to her work in the quiet shop.

 

[Alisha'ven]

DRESSEL ORBIT
Arceneau Trade Stations
Aurodium-class Trade Station
MT 3000 Fuelling Station
[7/20]


"If the process for the endangered plants is working, what of the Barenth Healing plant?" Alisha would give a half twist, turning towards the assistant with an arch of her smooth brow. This one was a bit more tricky. Not everything could be cloned. No, it had to be nurtured.

The Barenth healing plant was a endangered, natural, healing plant from Barenth. A clan of Ho'Din had spent their entire lifetimes helping the earlier batches of the plant flourish. Pharma Tech had recently hired Ho'Din advisers and researchers to join them with the Morodins and Ithorians with the botanical project.

These were carefully tended in climate controlled laboratories across Pharmatech. Their careful tending required twenty-four hour surveillance.

"Unfortunately, the first crop was not viable. It will take another three months before we can have the Morodins along with the Ho'Din's attempt to bring to seed."

 

[Raziel]

[member="Sinistra"]

Ah this had to be a trap. Mentioning a lost former colleague, likely another member of Imperium Intelligence, lost in this part of space. Clearly she was trying to provoke a reaction from piqueing his interest. Perhaps she was being honest and thought the Union would aid them, instead of trying to track down a rogue agent and extract what intelligence he held.

"S'good, nice bars, good outdoor sports," he replied. His eyes flicked up and down once. An excellent impression of checking someone out after a few drinks whilst actually having a glance for weapons.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Aelius Varangian found it very much refreshing to hear the proper military conduct within the Bethany Haverford's voice. "Satsujin's injured?" The Royal Guard arched a sweat-coated eyebrow underneath the sweltering confines of his distinctive helmet. He could not claim to know Satsujin well, but from observing his actions on Coruscant, he was an skilled warrior if nothing else. Quite tragic if such an asset was lost. "Quite unfortunate.." He murmured in a uncharacteristic manner; the rain of blow from the rubble having left him a little scatterbrained. The former Royal Guard glanced over his shoulder to a distant rainbow of multi colored blaster fire. Spotting no nearby enemies, he knelt down to paw through the rubble in search of his force pike, speaking into his commsunit all the while. "Conserve your reinforcements. Send me the coordinates of the evac site and i'll regroup you with and Satsujin as soon as possible."

With a tug, Aelius pried the force pike from the pile of fallen rocks and stone. He experimentally tested it's functionally by thumbing the activation button and the intensity settings. Fortunately, it appeared undamaged.

[member="Bethany Haverford"]

 

[Bethany Haverford]

Bethany was inputting as she spoke. "Coordinates coming through. I'm currently with Captain Rees's squad. I'll hold position until evac. Let me know if you're going to need an extra minute. Good hunting."

Annie turned back to the medic and Satsujin, kneeling next to her old ally as she checked the time. Five minutes to evac.

"Hang in there," she murmured as she stared at Satusjin's mask. After a moment of contemplation, she cast her eyes around the server room. She didn't know these men, didn't know their purpose or their personal dogmas, but Aelius and Satsujin were here. There was, at the least, a shadow of familiarity in the situation. The Dark Lord's palace had gone similarly, though with her in the prone position. Dark days behind them. Annie rolled the thoughts off of her shoulders, knowing the reflection was in part due to the overall atmosphere of a mission winding down. Had the reinforcements from the government been taken care of? Well, if they were being given dustoff, she had to assume they were.

But, if not, I'll get a chance at combat after all!

[member="Aelius Varangian"] [member="Kiro Masahide"]