MedCorps Atrisia Charity Raffle

[Cathul Thuku]

OOC thread

Vos Gesal Hotel, Coruscant. The massive dance hall was crowded with a number of participants in the Atrisia Campaign. An attack craft pilot that had eye surgery for which Cathul had to supply anaesthesia with the Force, and also a few naval veterans of the fleet under [member="Zark"]'s command, were granted tickets of honor, alongside other veterans in the Atrisia Campaign, such as combatants who fought on Atrisia, Cuvacia or Thebeon. Several Jedi were also given tickets of honor, with priority being given to veterans of the Atrisia Campaign. Or to the MedCorps because the MedCorps has an important role to play in rebuilding Atrisia. Cathul's new Padawan, [member="Stephanie Brown"], was on her first assignment as a Jedi, that is, providing security around the Vos Gesal Hotel while the party leading to the raffle was taking place. She knew that, as a vigilante operating across Coruscant, Stephanie would do well to become a Guardian, perhaps even a Jedi Sniper. Now that the ball was to begin in short order, the regular guests are also making their entrances, wearing clothing that are quite elegant. As for Cathul, she wore an outfit that wasn't quite as elegant as what other guests would wear, but would unmistakenly match her broomstick. Speaking of which she didn't use it that much for a while. Assembled in front of a sea of guests in the grand ballroom of the hotel...

"Our hostess for tonight, a member of the MedCorps, who was the commanding officer of the triage point on Inysh, during the Atrisia Campaign, Cathul Thuku!"

"On behalf of the MedCorps, I would like to thank you for coming tonight. The Atrisia Campaign left no one indifferent, be it because of the sheer scale of the atrocities committed by the Sith, the epicness of the battles that took place there, both on the surface and in orbit, or the sheer amount of refugees that required several triage beachheads to fully take care of. This charity raffle is a raffle where all the proceeds will go towards rebuilding Atrisia, and where each ticket holder will be entered into a drawing to win some cool prizes! But this Charity Raffle would not be possible without the support from our many sponsors, like Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps, Meran Mechanics, IGR Brokerage, Hoersch-Kessel Driveworks, Merr-Sonn Incorporated, and several more"

[member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]

Prizes:

Spoiler

1. One pair of Kami's Boots plus four suits of Mynock flight armor (donated by [member="Kami Meran"])
2. A shipment of MerrTitan valid for one project (donated by [member="Damien Daemon"])
3. An Olie AGS navicomuputer (donated by Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps)
4. An IG-100 Magnaguard (donated by [member="Aut-X"])
5. 1x Awe Fighter squadron (4 fighters) (donated by [member="Ultimatum"])
6. 
   1x Tome'tayl Crusier (donated by [member="Ultimatum"])
   
7. 
   1x A'den Cruiser (donated by Ultimatum)
   
8. 
   A stormtrooper helmet (donated by [member="Sage Annel"])
   

 

[Kami Meran]

Kami was a little perplexed and a little apoplectic by the invitation. so she had dawned what passed for her Best Clothes but she had dinated a pretty decent pair of boots so she would at least get to eat the Tandoshian hotpots and Eggs.
well the new lungs were working a treat they took a little getting used too the feeling of drowning was a but hard to overcome bit it still came and went.
Still despite her unease Lyth demanded Kami attend.

 

[Sage Annel]

A woman of average height and arresting physique leaned against the bar in the hotel ball room where MedCorps was holding their Atrisia Charity Raffle, watching [member="Cathul Thuku"] make her opening remarks. She twisted her diamond ring nervously, taking pleasure in the light scraping of the rigid metal setting on the smooth pad of her thumb. The gemstone, by contrast, was smooth against her skin. It was a large and well-cut stone: as much a display as an accessory. Despite its ostent, the piece managed to maintain a high degree of class. It was the kind of engagement ring that many a young girl dreamed of seeing tucked inside a jewelry box in the hands of some doting, dashing young man as he knelt before her.

Elsa Anninov was the wife of a mercenary star pilot who had aided the Alliance in the Atrisia campaign. Karl Anninov had run fighter missions to intercept blockade runners, and had been nearly killed by a Sith pilot, forcing Karl to crash land on the planet. According to the story, it was the MedCorps efforts on the planet that saved Karl from expiring in that campaign. In his gratefulness (and at his wife’s urging), he had donated a great number of credits to the charity raffle and the effort to rebuild. He had also offered, as a raffle prize, the helmet of a First Order Stormtrooper—a trophy of his success in border skirmishes between the First Order and Galactic Alliance, battles during which Karl had again lent his talents. Though, peculiarly, no Karl Anninov would be found in any medical records at any triage location associated with the Atrisia conflict. Nor would his information be in any account of border skirmishes with the First Order.

That was becauseKarl Anninov was fictitious. And, despite her identification documents and name on the guest list, so was Elsa.

Sage Annel—FOSB Agent—was at the raffle alone, under cover and on assignment. The Galactic Alliance’s activity in the Atrisia Hex represented an expansionary mindset that worried the intelligence officers in the First Order. Agent Annel had been assigned to the gala for the purpose of gathering information about the aftermath of that campaign and (if possible) about future Alliance movements. Her selection probably had something to do with the fact that she did well at parties. Still, this was the deepest undercover Sage had been, and while the environment wasn’t immediately hostile, there was no doubt that things could take a turn for the worse easily.

For now her only comforts were her memorized backstory, her fake identification documents, and the Reactor Core she had procured from the bartender.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Cathul still needed some effort of concentration to walk, but at least she can walk longer distances than she used to. The early round of guests, including Elsa Anninov (really [member="Sage Annel"] in disguise), and the Merans, [member="Kami Meran"] and her sister, Lyth, whom she saw on several occasions, both while she governed Azure and after she resigned from that position. Her main comfort was to have used bands from Atrisia refugees left behind in orphanages and other things of that sort, like homeless refuges. Here the musicians, picked from the Atrisian refugees, using a volunteer conductor, also another Atrisia refugee, were playing rather tame music for a charity raffle, almost as if turbolift music. She'd never suspect that there would be patients from the campaign along in the ball. Upon seeing one of these attack craft pilots who had eye surgery with her as the anaesthesist...

"I'm a little surprised to see patients I treated on Inysh and Abregado-Rae in the aftermath come here tonight"

"Admiral, I wonder whether you're part of some witch coven selling broomsticks per chance, or a leader of one such coven even?" the attack craft pilot asked Cathul. "These clothes remind me of witches operating in such covens"

"Broomsticks? I don't use mine that much"

"Oh and I wonder what is the rank structure among witches"

"In the world of witchcraft, it is usually recognized that, in terms of power level, initiates are roughly the same level of power as a padawan, spellweavers are roughly the same as knights and elders are roughly the same as masters, I mean, in Jedi terms"

[member="Kham Nakgul"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien Daemon strode into the building, paused, straighten his cuff links, then moved his gaze around the room. He took in [member="Kami Meran"], one he knew fore she worked with Merr-Sonn, Inc., as well as many others. Mostly it was a simple group, one in which he was not aware of most. A quick scan of the minds around them showed he held no harm incoming, from any of them present. At that he commenced looking for a drink, the clacking of his Maalraas leather shoes echoed heavily.

Slipping his hands to his pockets, Damien observed deeply the faces of each as he passed. Soon enough, he was close to Kami, where upon he tapped her shoulder, leaning in to whisper, "Can I speak with you in a moment? No rush." Before she could reply he was already moving away.

Withdrawing his right hand, Damien glanced to his watch, then sighed. It would take some time still for the event to truly kick off, so at that point he absentmindedly began to wave his right hand mid air, slowly counter clockwise in fashion. As he did, a small pull of air began to form above his open palm. It appeared similar to a skyward-down image if a hurricane appearing. Before long though, through heating and cooling of airs above the flesh, a literal tornado appeared. It was only about eight inches at the tip, two at the barrel, and roughly twelve tall.

It was hilariously strong though. Enough to begin whipping his hair around, pulling at nearby clothes, and making a dull roar of nature.

It was with this in hand that Damien approached the Hostess, "I do believe you are the one setting off this event, am I correct?"

[member="Cathul Thuku"]

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok took a hefty swig from his flask of correllian whiskey as the turbolift reached the desired floor of the raffle, quickly stashing it in his jacket pocket before the doors opened. D'vok glanced at [member="Cathul Thuku"], whom he swore he met before, then to [member="Kami Meran"], who he did not recognize due to the fact he had never seen her out of her armor. Then his eyes darted to [member="Sage Annel"], then to [member="Damien Daemon"], then back to himself. D'vok figured he was under-dressed for the occasion. He dusted off his jacket, and stepped into the room. He hoped he would have some fun tonight.

 

[Matreya]

Open to the world around himself, Damien sensed as a newcomer arrived, too which Damien let his energy flare for a moment. Those whom felt the Force, would note that his power was not just his own. As eyes turned to a luminous lavender, he drew power from the dozen bound spirits of meager power, and then too from Zaiden James-Greyson. It was over in a moment though, and when accomplished there was a second Damien standing near the other man.

While Damien One waited to speak with the hostess, Damien A turned to the youthful man, straightening his blazer much like the original had a bit before, "Gotta hate when you need to get dressed up." This of course was a means to break the ice; holding out his right hand to shake, Damien A continued, "Damien Daemon, pleasure."

While this occured, Damien stressed himself to conjure the doppleganger, now breathing a bit hard. All the while in the peripheral of his senses he could hear, Is that more information you gleaned through our connection!? I know you never knew how to do that before you bound me, you pathetic wretch!! Zaiden's spirit was still as strong as ever, and had every opinion he had in life. One so vile and dangerous through his life, tainted by demonic spirits possessing him, all his lige added up to breaking reality to be the Spirit he was.

@D'vok Windroamer

 

[Kami Meran]

" foor fotpss fu flobflum?" kami asked threw a mouth of spiced egg to [member="Damien Daemon"]
as much as Kami hated public things she liked free food. and she had a lot of muscle mass.
still she was here ti see her goods get used for a charity gig. and now she was trying to figure out when she was supposed to approach Damien.
damnit now she was going to fixate on that now.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

"I do believe you are the one setting off this event, am I correct?" [member="Damien Daemon"] asked Cathul.

"Yes, I am the hostess of this event. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Meanwhile, some lady close to Cathul's position was busy drinking her Reactor Core cocktail (assuredly having some high-alcohol component capable of making its drinker feel more heat than it used to) and tried to mingle with actual Atrisia Campaign veterans. It was still the early stage but Cathul saw someone summon a miniature tornado with the Force, but she had to be wary at that point: how would she know if the person who summoned the Force-tornado isn't a Sith looking for revenge for their fallen comrades-in-arms? The Sith Order got inflicted a defeat there, in space as on the ground, but they were not entirely crushed. The Sith had to retreat away from the system, back to Panatha or so Cathul would think. A costly battle for which the Alliance has been paying the price for weeks, and Cathul was to hold a fundraiser so as to crowdsource the costs of rebuilding the devastated planet.

[member="Sage Annel"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="D'vok Windroamer"]

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok turned to [member="Damien Daemon"], shaking his hand.
"D'vok Windroamer. Good to meet you. I usually despise fancy gigs like this, but y'know, it's for a good cause, and I got my eyes on some nice gear."
D'vok glanced at [member="Kami Meran"] as she attempted to speak through a mouthful of food, trying not to smile.
"Oh, Hello. You're... You sound familiar. Have we met?"

 

[Matreya]

Damien One continued holding the miniature tornado, swirling it slowly, eyes slowly taking in its natural beauty. Over the recent decades, Damien had found he had a true appreciation for beauty not pertaining to battle. Yes, battle, martial skills, tactical honing, all aspects did appease his mind to a high extreme; it did not mean that this was the sole to beauty however. Nature was beauty in and of itself.

"I wonder what more could be done to assist the people of Atrisia. I was at one point, a Lord of the Fringe, and it was quite the place back then. It has seen much, and lost more. I wish to see it whole once again, if I am able too." Damien said to the Witch.

Damien A, the doppelganger, chuckled at the man's words, "Nice gear? Ya know, if you like, I could offer some of the best the Universe can offer. I am... well let's say versed in techniques toward the ends of manufacturing. Not just clothing and technology either, I am quite... adept at arms craft, as well as armor, and droids. If you wish, we could make something together - free of charge. I have been bored of late." Damien A said, then laughed at Kami's failed attempt, "Hun, you needn't come so quickly! I just meant sooner or later I had a proposition."

@D'vok Windroamer [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Kami Meran"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

"I wonder what more could be done to assist the people of Atrisia. I was at one point, a Lord of the Fringe, and it was quite the place back then. It has seen much, and lost more. I wish to see it whole once again, if I am able too." [member="Damien Daemon"] told Cathul.

"[member="Draco Vereen"] and [member="Faith Organa"] are the main spearheads of the reconstruction efforts. Also another useful contact for additional contributions to the reconstruction efforts is @HK-36. That is, if the nature of your contributions go beyond the medical; if you're talking about healthcare infrastructure, perhaps you would like to contribute part of that, either in the form of medical equipment, personnel or construction materials, or any combination thereof. The MedCorps' jurisdiction is limited to medical areas: as a result IGR prioritizes the medical infrastructure and not just because I own that thing by now"

The Lords of the Fringe? That faction is a faction that, yes, harbored many, many dark-siders, and operated in the galactic southwest from the description she is given of the LotF by Alliance historical databases. But he distanced himself from that ill-fated faction. Yet he was not without knowing that many of the guests got their tickets because they were survivors from the Atrisia Campaign, either as a refugee or as a veteran, and roughly half the tickets were allocated to these people. The other half of the tickets would be for the wealthier guests, who could pledge any amount of donations if so they wished. And now she'd realize that Damien was using the Force to make a mini-tornado this entire time. Also Cathul is responsible for the infrastructure needs of the MedCorps: she might have built a hospital on Inysh, sheknew that the main public attention was on Atrisia, meaning that Dahrtag, Cuvacia and Thebeon were neglected.

"That said, the MedCorps found that Dahrtag, Cuvacia and Thebeon were neglected, too: you're more than welcome to contribute there as well"

[member="D'vok Windroamer"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Sage Annel"] [member="Otto Shule"]

 

[Kami Meran]

Kani look up to @D'vok Windroamer " Floobely i fleet a floaf of fleofble. " she munbled with a mouth full of cheese.

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok nodded at [member="Kami Meran"]. He tried to understand what she was saying, but he simply couldn't. He turned back to [member="Damien Daemon"].

Damien A, the doppelganger, chuckled at the man's words, "Nice gear? Ya know, if you like, I could offer some of the best the Universe can offer. I am... well let's say versed in techniques toward the ends of manufacturing. Not just clothing and technology either, I am quite... adept at arms craft, as well as armor, and droids. If you wish, we could make something together - free of charge. I have been bored of late." Damien A said, then laughed at Kami's failed attempt, "Hun, you needn't come so quickly! I just meant sooner or later I had a proposition."

"Is that so? Perhaps you could help me out. I've had a bit of trouble with... I guess it could be considered arms craft. I'm trying to restore an ancient weapon, a lightsaber. Think you could help out? I'd be willing to pay, of course."

 

[Matreya]

Damien One nodded slowly, "That's the Necropolis and surrounding systems, no? Hmm. Very well, how much do you believe could be useful? I have a... decent wealth amassed in my life, so there is no issue on price." Damien said to Cathul, then with a gesture he let the small tornado dissipate before another summoned a small datapad that was currently in his palm, hidden via Dimension Shift. He then arched a brow at the woman, awaiting a response.

Damien A smiled, "Lightsaber tech is something I am somewhat adept in, despite my hatred of them. I only ever wielded Kalligs saber, an ancient weapon that I refurbished. Otherwise I prefer the touch of true materials, such as swords or other weaponry."

@D'vok Windroamer [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

"Really? Is that so. I don't particularly like lightsabers either. Ancient weapons will never be a match for a trusty blaster. But you said you refurbished an ancient weapon? Mine would be a similar product. Several components would have to be replaced and or repaired, namely the power cell and the emitter matrix. I'd also probably want to change out the crystal to another one that I have. D'vok pointed to his necklace, which held a small yellow crystal. Think you could take a look at it?

 

[Cathul Thuku]

"That's the Necropolis and surrounding systems, no? Hmm. Very well, how much do you believe could be useful? I have a... decent wealth amassed in my life, so there is no issue on price." [member="Damien Daemon"] asked.

"That's the Necropolis hex, yes. May I suggest that you contribute one hospital each on Atrisia, Cuvacia, Dahrtag and Thebeon? For 10-20 million each you can have a hospital built on each planet, more if you want either a larger hospital or multiple hospitals on each planet. Oh and you may also supply the medical supplies, equipment for the early stages of the hospital's operations"

That's what he was using the Force-tornado for: summoning a datapad from a distant location! she thought. She knew that it was not good form to use a datapad in a social function like this one, but she nevertheless used a ball to conduct business back on Gala, and for similar business at that. Cathul, oh Cathul, would that sort of offer be acceptable by MedCorps standard? She might be more familiar with the demands of medical infrastructure than other members of MedCorps, and it was the reason why she even hosted the charity raffle in the first place. She was to begin drawing the prizes, but there was not yet enough people among the guests to begin the drawing among those eligible for it. But what was most intriguing was that there were two Damiens in the room. Was the second one just some look-a-like bodyguard, and her speaking to the real one, or the reverse?

[member="Kami Meran"] [member="D'vok Windroamer"]

 

[Kami Meran]

Kami looked over to @D'vok Windroamer listening in.
" what you looking for? im pretty good at Melee weapons." she said gulping down the last egg.
the appearance of a 2nd [member="Damien Daemon"] was a little confusing but to her the differences were obvious. maybe it was the Autism that made it such. still Kami had no intrest either way,

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok turned to Kami, disregarding the fact that she was in a sense, eavesdropping.
" I need to rebuild an ancient lightsaber. The hilt is still pretty much intact, but some components need to be replaced."

 

[Matreya]

Damien A nodded, "I can assist. Would you prefer to do this here, or at a separate location?" His brow arched, then a smiled at Kami, "I can vouch for her skills, she has done work with my old company. Its owner also does some major vouching for her skills. Partially a reason I wanted to speak with you Kami." Damien added, then rolled his shoulders.

The original Damien smiled, "I can offer a hundred twenty, forty apiece." At that Damien began tapping on his datapad, before finalizing the send between he and the lady before him, "I expect to see that money put to use. You could if you like, use the excess for the benefit of the raffle."

@D'vok Windroamer [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]