Live Together, Die Alone (Levantine Sanctum Dominion of Etti IV)

[Alisha'ven]

"Set her down," the Rutian would lead the unloading of the first site designated for the surface planetary weaponry. Several ATC crews would work carefully alongside the Etti and Corporate Sector's workcrews to unload the large crates. Rows upon rows would then be set down as crews worked alongside to open and carefully unpack each section.

Assembly would take the better part of the time, but everything had to be done right. Alisha'ven would slowly amble her way through the worksite, datapad in hand and a comm in the other. Every now and then she would send [member="Danger Arceneau"] updates. She'd also receive information on the tugs that would be bringing in more goods. Having an Arceneau Trade Station would make things easier, and that was likely a topic Miz Arceneau would soon bring up.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

What Je'gan called standing-wave illusion took deactivated form around the site of the hypervelocity gun as the gun itself began to be installed. Permanent or semipermanent White Current immersion could be applied to objects or locations by a true master, such as the sheiding of the ancient Yavin Praxeum or the island home of the Fallanassi. The effect was not limited by range. Any attack craft, orbital bombardment, et cetera would find this installation elusive, difficult or impossible to target, and duplicated several hundred metres to the north.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

If there was one thing the idealistic young man had no clue about how it worked, it would be corporations and the beast of greed and industrialism. It was something he'd never been exposed to before, especially back in his Jedi Order days alongside Master Asha. During his pilgrimage after receiving his knighthood he had seen many things; he'd seen the evil of men and joys found in the small things in life. He'd seen the depths some were willing to sink to in order to get what they want, and he'd seen the unfortunate squabble over scraps while the rich sat in their mansions enjoying what life had to offer.

Accompanying Master [member="Jaxton Ravos"] to the office of one [member="Danger Arceneau"], Thurion stepped inside the luxurious room and was taken aback at the expenses it must've taken to make all this happen. Credits he'd never imagined existed in the first place. That was before he laid eyes on the woman behind the name 'Danger'.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The beauty of the White Current, and the factor that made it so ridiculously lethal if used for anything but traditional Fallanassi pacifism -- a dictum which Je'gan had rejected centuries before -- was its ability to convince the universe itself that an item or person was invisible or present. The hypervelocity gun would not appear on sensors, droid photoreceptors, not even Force senses. Once it was in place and the illusion-shielding went up around it, it simply would not exist to the perceptions of all. Local fire control command had been briefed, but he doubted they'd understood.

 

[Mother Arg'garok]

[member="Boolon Murr"]

Mother Arg'garok would bid Boolon farewell for the moment, the sudden injection of hot air causing the fabric of her robes to lift a bit, revealing thick knobbly bowed legs. Embarrassment would flush the Nun's face, but she paid it no heed as her small arms would smooth her skirt back down. At her age, thankfully, focusing on embarrassment was wasting time.

She would soon be waddling her way over towards a section of the Ithorian Herd ship that would provide the Protocol Droids by Salacia. After filling the appropriate paperwork, she thanked the assistant and soon had her very own Protocol droid looming over her.

Oh my, at first sight they were rather... unsettling. Her black beady eyes would blink rapidly at the droid. Oh well, this will have to do. Introducing herself paved the way into determining the droid's numerical delegation.

"Good morning, Mistress. I am Vee Ay Three Two, L1-AL Series Protocal Droid at your service."

A grunt of pleasure would be heard, followed by the droid's voice "Oh the pleasure is all mine." Another guttural phrase would indicate that they are to leave the herd ship and meet with the other healers.

Bringing a comm to her lips, Mother Arg'garok would then send a message to Boolon to relay that she was on her way with Vee Ay Three Two.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

@Ia'raklane Beorht

"Hmn," Seydon frowned, lips pursed and leading the way out onto the thoroughfare proper. Speeder traffic ran thick as aorta flow, choked with soot-glossed air-frames cased around powered 'pulsor-engines. Bodies in their veritable hundreds strolled on the rockcrete side-lanes. The pair strolled through puddles of hoarfrost water leaking overhead from an apartment floor coated in ice-rimes from an over-spent, patented bootleg approach to interior freezer construct. A derelict busking make-shift barrel drums for cred-chit vouchers turned one barrel over, collecting the drips, dipping his head into the frigid pool to greedily slake his thirst.

"Up we'll go," He said after they jay-walked through a part in the traffic, scaling up the side of one small butcherblock stinking of nerf-blood onto tarred and greasy roofing. "I've apparel that acts the part of a magnet. It's marked with noetic sigillum, kind of terrifically ominous spells that could draw creatures from between this world and whatever is next. If you're locked to it then it's going to be fast locked to me. It's drawn. It can't resist. We can steer it then. You're a good shot, ma'am?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Seydon of Arda"]
She took another look at his armor, sidelong, as they walked. There'd been a time when she knew the smell of those things, knew alchemical products inside and out. Those years were long gone. Now that he'd mentioned it, though, she started to get a sense of the quickening heartbeat on approach.

"Gray Paladin-trained, and Tusken Raider. These aren't cycler rifles, granted, but I can knock blasterifre out of the air with them. Then again, I doubt our friend respects a good trick shot."

She slowed, caught his eye, urged him on, and began following at a distance of ten metres or so. Enough to minimize the probable firing arc adjustments required by a large and vicious Sithspawn converging on Seydon.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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A slender hand would reach to clasp [member="Jaxton Ravos"] 's own, the coral of his skin a contrast to her light tan, while a dazzling smile would go curving over full lips.

"The pleasure is all mine Mistah Ravos," would come Danger's honeyed drawl, a husky tone that would easily paint a pretty picture in a man's mind. A hand would extend towards the seating area, "Danger Arceneau, of Arceneau Trade Company." she'd say in introduction, her emerald eyes appraising the Zeltron just prior to drifting over towards his companion.

Both men were well built, toned and showing a certain rugged strength about them. Being a red-blooded woman, and one who certainly appreciated the male physique, a passing look of appreciation would go dancing across her eyes before she also extended a hand towards [member="Thurion Heavenshield"].

"Welcome to Etti IV."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

His throat clamped down at the mere sight of her red figure, and he found his palm were starting to sweat a little. Eyes widened at the slender hand she extended towards him. Courtesy demanded that he meet her handshake, and he stepped awkwardly towards her. His feet were clumsy and weak, making it incredibly difficult to even move. He effectively tripped at his own step, making him stumble at the magnificent woman. Losing his momentum long enough to bypass her extended arm, Thurion gently nudged into her front, putting little to no space between him and her.

"Uh... Apologies, Lady Arceneau..." he blurted out with cheeks more red than Danger's hair, after which he took a seat in one of the alotted chairs.

[member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

Nohemi would continue her deep meditation, spreading out her senses into the currents of the Force in her immersion. She could feel her fellow Fallanasi Adepts weave and manipulate the currents of the Force along the herd ship, the White Current illusions giving the perception that there was no Ithorian herd ship at all.

Sitting quietly, hands resting upon her knees, Nohemi would continue her task. At the very edges of her senses, she could feel her master also manipulate the currents, but for an entirely different task.

They all had their purpose. This was hers.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

"Please, I'm just Jaxton, or Jax if you prefer." He replied, not being one that enjoyed titles or honorifics, though 'Mistah' was far less stuffy than what he usually got. Still, the accent, the way her eyes darted around Jaxton and Thurion, her choice of words. The woman was charismatic, and intelligent enough to know how to user her . . . genetic advantages. Truth be told Jaxton probably found that intelligence more attractive than anything else about her, which was saying something, but that was a secret he'd keep to himself.

The young man by his side however, was not as experienced or delicate as Jaxton had managed to be, missing the woman's hand and nudging her, quickly apologizing afterwards, with cheeks redder than a Sith's lightsaber. Between Thurion and Kida's relations Thurion was almost like a son too him, so he quickly found a harsh glare aimed at his eyes. They'd discuss this later. As quickly as the glare formed however, it was gone, hopefully before the Arceneau Trade Empress had managed to see it. He didn't mean to embarrass the boy any more than he had himself after all, just send a message.

"Thank you for your welcome Ms. Arceneau. If I may, I know only basics of the planet's social customs. Could you give us a bit of a rundown before we talk with the other representatives?"

 

[Danger Arceneau]

"Oh!" would come Danger's faint startled noise as what she'd believed would end as a simple shake of a hand turned into something altogether... different.

The pair of black heels she wore brought her 1.570 meters into 1.575, but even at that height the tall and broad shouldered half Valkyri would tower well over her voluptuous form -- and give quite the bountiful view from his lofty point of view.

Not that the mere sight would offer a tempting sight, but combined with the warmth of skin transferring through the fabric of her dress and the stark contrast of the brief contact of her softness against his hard... well.. sure was no surprise to see the man's cheeks bloom bright red like the setting twin Tatooine suns.


'Course, when one big boy like Thurion went bouncing against Danger, it took some bracing of her legs and a quick unconscious grasp of her hands against his forearm for balance.

"Oh my..." would come her throaty murmur of surprise, only to gather her bearings mid his apology.

"Ain't no need to worry, I'm right as rain." she'd assure, granting his departing large figure a comforting smile. Both brows would rise at the mild stumbling, but none the less, composure set, she'd bring her attention to the Zeltron Jedi anew.

"Of course, Mistah Ravos." she'd begin, leading him to his seat before taking her own. A long leg would cross across her left, and she would lean forward slightly to take a small remote in hand. A click of her thumb would activate and illuminate a small holo array emitter, detailing holographic information on Etti IV.

"Through Etti IV, as I'm sure ya'll had a chance to discover for yourselves, Voracitos took it upon himself to control and place the Corporate Sector under his fist; the man certainly had an appetite for profit and his rule was no different if not worse than the Corporate Sector Authority of lore. The boys in brown had nothing on what Darth Voracitos could do."

"After the fall of the Sith Empire, Sith rule over Etti IV has dwindled, but there are still patches of power hungry Darth's ambling to gain a foothold. The most imminent threat lays in the New Order.... most notably lead by Darth Arya. My captains of several convoy escorts along this route have noted an increase of activity spreading near Cadomai."

 

[Seydon of Arda]

@Ia'raklane Beorht - (NPCing Ia'raklane Beorht with author permission.)

He tracked north by north again, over a heightening elevation of rapidly ascent roof-scapes that tested their personal skills of vertical navigation. Seydon maintained the lead, separated at any given time by ten meters buffering himself from Ia'raklane. Overcast coloured the day into a speckled twilight, edged with rain-heavy banks not yet ready to spill. He paused a moment atop an abandoned pagoda-styled gymnasium, peering into the rushing speeder lights winking below. The wind picked up to scatter Ia'raklane's call from another roof down.

"What?" He called back.

"Another six clicks!"

"That close?"

"Getting closer!"

Seydon reached. Winterfang had been bred in the fires of an ancient Sith mastercrafter, born out steel, magic, and Terentatek venom-blood. It slung down into his grasp, fairly purring. Below, he heard Ms. Beorht checking her pistol charge-gauges before holstering them away. He climbed on, bounding over a ten meter gap between the pagoda-roof onto a sloped, red-moss bruised terracotta veranda, rolling out of an arresting crunch. Somewhere below, Ms. Beorht was keeping her guarded pace.

 

[Delila Castillon]

Etti IV - Moss Covered Plains, outlying the cities

Never yes say to something without knowing all the details.

Yet this is what exactly what Delila found herself doing. Having known quite a number of folks in Levantine space, it was only a matter of time before she found herself doing a favor for the quiet little section of the galaxy. Having only been in its borders for a wedding (Delila still had zero idea who got married - but the food had been lovely) she was unfamiliar with its laws and ideals. Thessa had told her it was a section of space she called the 'space hippie' sector. The why was truly lost on her at this moment. All it mattered was she was here, training troops for one reason or another. The planet bordered a known Sith territory.

Idly, Delila had considered sticking a toe over the invisible line in space and taunting a few of the thick headed idiots. Perhaps after her job was done.

Explosions sounded through the large field, kicking up dirt and causing it to rain down on sweaty soldiers. The heat was almost as terrible as Dahomey. Speaking of Dahomey, Delila had brought some reminders of 'home' including two Reaver-class assault tanks. Firemane blew up numerous and the redhead doubted [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] would miss their presence. If she did Delila was quite certain it could be considered a tax write-off in one way or another.

"Shore up the left side, you're going to let the enemy waltz in and kill you. Unless you want to die, then by all means go right ahead"

Delila commented dryly from her perch on top of one of the tanks. Hot breeze blew through her sweat-soaked hair, her body weighted down in full combat gear, causing her to sweat even more. Cheeks red from the heat, her keen eyes watched the battlefield. Disjointed, it was clear the humans and blue-skinned near humans were not used to working in such conditions. No doubt they had enjoyed years of peace and quiet.

"Increase rate of fire. We aren't using ancient slugthrowers. Keep the bolts going, we've got plenty 'gas. Always have one eye down the reticle. If you ain't sightin' yer dyin' "

Speaking of, half of the unit off to the left was still collapsing in formation.

"You're dead Echo Unit. Congratulate yourselves on that feat."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

After quite the awkward intervention was completed Danger moved on from the occasion rather quickly. He had the sneaking suspicion that wasn't the first time such an event had happened, so her tact in the situation was to be expected. Leading Jaxton to a seat and taking her own she leaned forward just enough for Jaxton bring his eyes upwards in slight embarrassment. If he showed any signs of blushing it would have been lost in his already pink skin, but he kept his eyes up as Danger pulled out a remote and bringing up a display of Etti IV. From there she explained the history of the planet since the Gulag Plague, how Voracitos had ruled with an Iron Fist over the Corporate Sector.

"What have the sights of the New Order been like? Only patrols outside Etti IV, or do you have reason to suspect some scouts might be on the planet?"

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Sinking into his seat, Thurion had indeed noticed the stern look of his 'father-in-law', to which he reacted by keeping his eyes on the floor for the moment. This was... unexpected, to say the least. All of it. It was something he'd never given any thought on until now. Thinking about it only tempered the red cheeks of his further, and a hand was raised to his forehead to wipe a lone bead of sweat from it. Suddenly his leather jacket seemed all too tight around his torso, but he was far too shy to remove it as it were.

Thankfully, Jaxton managed to push things into motion by sticking to the reason why they were here. He'd let the two speak for now. Too many thoughts were currently swarming his mind as it was, anyway, and these kind of talks were not his forte.

[member="Jaxton Ravos"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Delila Castillon"]

Having just joined the group, Romeo found himself tasked with helping training soldiers, with a person who hated force users apparently. He didn't want to be on this person's bad side, so he decided to make himself useful to this person. He was walking up to her, mask on his face, and a hood over his head. He was wondering what this place had in store for him, and was excited to help out in anyway he could. When he finally reached the woman he cleared his throat to himself. Soldiers were training in front of the woman, and she was screaming, well yelling at them about being dead. She was right, if they couldn't get this down, how did they expect to perform in a real battle. "Excuse me, Delila Castillon? I've been sent to help out with training these men for combat ready status."

 

[Atlas Kane]

Explosions, blaster fire and other loud noises. Everything Hayato disliked about warzones and he was in the middle of it. He was supposed to help train the soldiers and that he would do, once he found the one currently giving orders, of course. That was no easy feat though. He had no idea who was who and how to identify the person with the highest ranks. He wasn't used to this whole military thing, after all, he only served for about three years and then went off to become a wandering warrior, always helping out where he could.

After a while of walking however he spotted someone on a tank. The person seemed to be calling orders into something and the position of the tank the person was in seemed to be giving them a good look across the surrounding area. Deciding to test his luck there, Hayato moved there quickly. The man in a straw hat and Atrisian robes was a rather unusual sight here and he was sure he would be seen approaching. He wasn't moving quickly though, the Jedi was rather walking towards the tank. As he was walking he noticed another person approaching the tank and then stopping. He could sense the force to be strong in that person and he was glad to see that there were more people who would help with the training.

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Romeo Sin"]

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Hayato"] [member="Romeo Sin"]

I really should make them bury themselves.

Musing about the fate of Echo Unit on top of her tank, Delila wondered how cruel she could actually be. Well, quite. Certainly the redhead would be winning no points for a warm and sympathetic personalty any time soon. Two figures approached the tank without hesitation. A pale hand came up in the air, signaling a halt to the tank its operations. Sliding down from her perch, combat gear weighed heavily on her frame as she appraised the two men. The one that moved slowly, the long haired hippie, Delila could already see she was going to have problems with him. Probably wanted to talk about his feelings rather than take a blaster to it.

"Well then.....you arrived just in time to watch them fail. Excellent timing."

Looking about to the various soldiers collected, Delila spoke up, speaking loudly so her voice carried through the open plain.

"Alright, lets take this back to the beginning. Units back in original formation, working towards Target Alpha. Lets try learning from our mistakes this time folks."

Voice back to normal level, her gaze turned on the two men.

"Well, then show me what you got. I'm going to step back and you two command."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Romeo stood straighter at the woman's words, and took a step forward, watching the men of Echo. He took another step forward, and adjusted his hood, then removed it. Now only his mask was present, and stared the men down intensely, but they wouldn't see this. The mask was his way of mystery, and intimidation. "Communication, that's key... that's key to winning a battle. It's key to winning a war." He said as he stepped closer to the men, a few feet away from them now. "What you lack is any communication between each other, I wonder if you can even understand such a large word. NOW!" He yelled. "Next time, I wanna see enemy locations pointed out! I want to see some team work! I want you to hustle, I want you to do you job, and I want it done right! Cause if Alpha can do it, why can't you!?" He yelled more, all the time he was in there face. "I heard earlier, you were told to fire till you ran out of gas, well I'm in charge now till other wise, and I want you to take aim, and make your shots count! Your soldiers! Not thugs, your military, not a gang! I know some mercs you can shoot better than you!" He stepped back up to Delila, and Hayato. He turned back on his heel, and stared them down. They must have been mortified, or dumb as hell. "What are you standing around for!? Formations!! Alpha I believe if Echo cant do it right this time, I may let them stand in a shooting line, and let you unload till every one of them are down, and crying for a mother, or two. Yeah, I think that's whats going to happen! SO ECHO DON"T SCREW UP THIS TIME!" He yelled one last time. [member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Hayato"]