Nubian Ships - Republic Dominion of Nubia

[Kana Truden]

Nubia.

A corporate dream. A planet known for it’s competent and hard-working workers. It was the house of PharmaCorp, a shipyard and many other things beneficial to the Republic. There was just one problem.

Everyone was gone.

Just like so many planets before them Nubia had been hit by the ominous disappearing act. People had vanished and The Republic was here to do three things in their on-going relief effort around the galaxy.

First off they needed those shipyards. Reports told of the One Sith’s surge of popularity in the core worlds. Without any major shipyards to call their own the Republic needed to ensure the Nubian shipyards for their own sake.

Second came the establishing of planetary defenses. Anti-air cannons to keep the sprawling metropolis safe and steady. Orbital cannons to help battles in space, that type of deal.

Thirdly came the establishing of Refugee centers. People who were looking for their family members. Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers who had been lost. It was a long shot but perhaps in the light of the recent disappearances it could do some good for people to come together again. Even if the banner raised for it was the banner of pain and uncertainty it was still something people could share and help each other over.

Kana was personally heading for the third objective herself, but that story was to be relayed shortly.

Objectives:

1. 
   Secure shipyards
   
2. 
   Reactivate/Repair any planetary defenses
   
3. 
   Help establish a refugee camp
   

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: Planetary defense grid
Allies: Republic

Entering the planetary defense station she was a tad weirded out here, the force had been wonky ever since the event and people vanishing was even worse. As she set to work she found most things were fine just they needed to be activated and given parameters again. She began to work on the systems her technical knowledge was useful here and she could get it done in plenty of time she hoped before anybody noticed it was down like any pirates who might be trying to take advantage of the situation. She noted many of the sensors needed to be told to switch from manual to automatic and again more settings, darn grids always needing a droid or human intervention to avoid shutting off she thought to herself. Other jedi and soldiers might begin securing or possibly setting up the camp she figured here was here place to make sure the Republic lost nothing today for ground. A small R5 astromech droid followed her in from the ship she came in on and began to help out accessing the systems it bleeped and whistled some as it communicated. "No R5 I don't think any droids were kept active to maintenance the system. Or if so nobody seemed to have time to activate them at all."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Refugee Camp
Allies: [member="Teaari Tann"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | @Anyonewhowantstohelpout
Theme: Build

'It's build a house where we can stay,
Add a new bit everyday.
It's build a road for us to cross,
Build us lots and lots and lots and lots.

Whistling men in yellow vans
They came and drew us diagrams.
Showed us how it all worked out
And wrote it down in case of doubt.'

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMPMiLddsuE

Were they spreading themselves thin? Perhaps but with the OS juggernaut at full speed, there was no time to waste. One of the major problems of any conflict were the ordinary people. Ones that used to get up, have a cup of stimcaf and go to work. Come home, kiss the baby and watch the latest holovid.

Their task was simple enough - find a temporary abode for thousands upon thousands of displaced people. If you said it quickly enough, you could almost convince yourself it was easy.

Prefab shelters were in abundance, mud and filth even more so It wasn't perfect, but it would be a start. Corvus had found a few shapers who could terraform the walls into more usable formations, but their workload was large and progress was slow. Most of these refugees would be living out of these temporary accommodations for some time. Construction materials were still incoming and rebuilding entire cities would be a slow process.

Corvus was presently operating one of the HUB lines. It was a simple job. People came to her to find out what to do next. It was a great place to start asking questions or find a new job worth to doing. ...Which meant that a lot of people were just outside of the Prefabricated Office right now. And two she recognised immediately.

 

[Long Gone]

The freshly reinforced elements of the 7th Fleet would emerge from hyperspace in all their fanfare and enthusiasm as they did above Cato Neimoidia - except this time there was no enemy fleet to attack or any suicidal vessels to worry about. Alarice would stand on the command deck of the Dauntless - hands clasped behind her back in the same orderly fashion as they typically were. The bodies of the dead had been shipped home to their respective planets - per customs and traditions and wounded had been offloaded and sent to Onderon for further medical evaluation.

It was another day in the life of a commander.

Another day in a struggling environment where peace was nothing more than an illusion.

This event that had made itself apparent throughout the Galaxy - had caused quite a bit of trouble. It would be evident when the pieces were set on the table that the Republic was not as expansive and as big as they used to be. They couldn't be - they were losing valuable resource planets - fortunately they had also secured them as well. Intelligence reports came across about Corellia and her shipyards "Sad..." She had muttered to herself. It was truly a sad event to lose such a gem world like Corellia, and for all those people to have perished.

But she had to focus on her own objectives and the Republic woes - not of the troubles of their ally who was having internal problems.

The Republic was hurting for shipyards and Nubia provided them and had some of the finest Engineers in the shipwright business...oh yes, they would fit in just fine.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Location: Onderon
Objective: Deliver supplies to the refugee camp.

Kayleigh sat in her quarters, mulling over the paperwork for the latest operation that had been handed down to her by the Republic. A change of pace was welcome. There would be no engagement at Nubia on this visit. Rather, the Caledonia was busy being loaded with substantial supplies to be drop shipped to the refugees, and those tasked with restoring order after the calamity of the galaxy's turmoil. A knock on her door would be met with a welcoming invitation to enter. The ensign brought news that the ship would be fully loaded and ready for departure in just under an hour.

"Excellent. Thank you. Inform the bridge that we are to depart as soon as the last crates are secured."

The crew would be delivering food, water, medical supplies, munitions, and construction material to aide with the reconstruction and stabilization of the planet. It would require several trips between the ground forces and the Caledonia. 40 minutes passed before the ship was fully loaded and ready for departure. With the last of the supplies loaded, Kayleigh contacted Admiral Mollari aboard the Dauntless.

"Admiral, the Caledonia will be entering hyperspace within the hour. We will be bringing with us a cargo hold full of supplies for the refugees of Nubia. We would like to request your assistance with the delivery of the goods, and to get us in contact with our ground support."

[member="Alarice Mollari"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

Orick shook his head again, How the hell did he let those Republic officers talk him into this again. The Aimless Ranger drifted a bit as he dropped from hyperspace, the load of supplies weighing her down heavily. He didn't understand how he got roped into this again, apparently helping out was kind of expected, and it becomes harder to say no when you are surrounded by Republic military personnel. His cargo bay was once again filled with food stuffs and whatever else people need after a war.

" Republic command, Aimless Ranger here, where do you want me to drop this stuff at? I have a load of stuff for a camp or something." He tried to sound indignant and pissed off, but he understood that he was helping and couldn't bring himself to do anything but try to do his best.


[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Alarice Mollari"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Catherine Soja"] [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Long Gone]

"This is Republic Command, roger Aimless Ranger - coordinates are 345.7, 839.2." A female voice would come in over the comlink channel. "Point of contact is Jedi Master [member="Kana Truden"], she'll be able to assist from there." Simple enough right? Well not really - nothing was simple anymore. "We will provide fighter escort to the location, unknown if there are any hostiles present." The voice would come back quickly. "Dauntless out." And like that, a four wedge formation of XJ-9 Starfighters would take flight from the Dauntless and head towards [member="Orick T'ane"] and his vessel, each fighter would respectively break from the wedge and cover a 360 degree perimeter around the vessel and begin escort duty.

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] - the Supreme Commander as it stood - a younger girl than Alarice but impressive in what she had done in her time at the Academy. Admiral Mollari would blink at the holo for a moment before nodding, a hand coming to unclasp from behind her back. "I look forward to your arrival Commander, I will have two dropships prepared within the hour and a two squadrons ready for flight."

A simple enough task, one that Alarice would enjoy for the time being - something to take the edge off the current run and gun scheme that had been the norm in regards to taking back territories within the Republic.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Catherine Soja"]

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Kana Truden"] [member="Alarice Mollari"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

It was an indication of the importance of this world that the three senior, active Republic Admirals had come to Nubia. Not only were its shipyards vital, but is position near Protectorate space would prevent the Sith breaking out into the rim easily. This was the gap which had to be filled.

Fortunately though there would be no need for battle this time. This time the Admiral commanded the great carrier Star of Alderaan, but rather than filled with fighters and bombers it contained many dropships and transports filled with tools, engineers and other technical staff.

“Admiral Tyven, Admiral Mollari, I am moving in to gain possession of the shipyards and begin securing and preparing them,” he informed his colleagues.

 

[Long Gone]

A surprise as it were as the holo of [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] appeared beside the Supreme Commander - a welcomed surprise no less. "Admiral Stahlmann, what a pleasant surprise to see you here as well..." She nodded to the holo. "I see you brought the big toys out to play." She looked to the viewport and then to the holomap, the Star of Alderaan registering on the sensors. "Probably best, unfortunately, the Absolution is in dry dock at the moment and I don't have the proper equipment to secure these facilities. I thank you for your assistance."

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Alarice Mollari"]
Fortunately the Justicar carriers carried over 2000 soldiers, whilst the hangers and transports carried many more.

“It is no problem,” the Admiral said with a small nod.

From his vast carrier a horde of small craft emerged like hornets from a nest. As they came in to land at the orbital shipyards they swiftly unloaded their cargos. One dropship of soldiers accompanied every two of engineers and technicians. However, they found no resistance.
Unlike many other worlds, Nubia had not been attacked by pirates or even much in the way of riots. Rather it was largely peaceful, if rather frightened by the recent events.

“Unit six has secured the resource stores.”
“This is unit five, we have taken over the heavy manufacturing plant.”
“Unit eight here, we have secured the design labs.”

The Admiral nodded, plotting each unit on his holomap.

 

[Sabena Shai]

Nuba City

The Protectorate once watched over Nubia. Remnants of their forces would likely remain in major population centers such as Nuba City. Sabena along with a few other Republic personnel traveled via a shuttle to the city in order to reach out to the officials that remained.

With the police force thinned by the Mass Disappearance, Nuba City became increasingly hostile and unsafe. The standing order from the acting mayor of the city was to stay indoors until help from the Protectorate arrived. Unfortunately, that help would not arrive.

The acting mayor, a Nubian human male named T'chooka Rordis, awaited for the arrival of the Republic's representatives. The goal for the Republic was to prevent what was left from the government from fighting back against the Republic as well as coordinate any relief efforts for the refugees displaced by the mass violence the ensued after the Mass Disappearance.

Sabena's arrival would be in a few minutes, provided that nothing out of the ordinary happened.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Arriving on the edge of Nubian space, Kayleigh's flagship dropped into view of both the Dauntless and the Star of Alderann. The lone flagship was loaded full of essential supplies required for the planet's survival. She took note that [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] was moving to secure the shipyards. This was good, as she was only able to accomodate the cargo the Caledonia was carrying for the refugees on the surface.

"Mollari, the Caledonia will approach your starboard. The cargo is being loaded to the dropships aboard the ship at this time. Once they depart, if you wouldn't mind lending what dropships you have to the cause we will be able to transport the entirety of the goods that much faster to the forces on the ground."

Kayleigh had also heard that [member="Orick T'ane"] had joined them as well, and decided to make contact with the Aimless Ranger as it made its way to the surface for a delivery of its' own. "Aimless Ranger, this is Admiral Kayleigh Tyven of the Caledonia. If you would be so kind as to return to this ship once you make your initial drop off we would be eternally grateful if you would kindly assist us with delivering the remainder of the goods we have to the planet's surface."

[member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Alarice Mollari"] |

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
The Reports continued to come in.

“Unit twelve has secured the armaments factory.”
“Unit three has entered the magazine and locked it down.”

The Admiral nodded as green lights appeared over the map. There was one worrying red light though.
“Unit one, please advise on progress at central command,” he said.
“Apologies, Admiral, we’re having problems accessing it. When the…incident…occurred, the place went into lockdown. We’re trying to breach the blastdoors, no success yet.”
“Keep trying, and good work, Lieutenant,” he encouraged.

“Unit fifteen has secured the crew accommodations.” The reports kept coming.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Orick heard the incoming traffic and smiled. At least someone was paying attention to what he was doing. Riding cargo durring a fight was as important as any job, but it often got over looked. " Copy that admiral. Shouldn't be long and I'll be wandering back your way." He banked port and tilted The Rangers nose up, hoping that she would decide to cooperate with him today and enter atmo easily.

The old girl had been around for a long time and she had developed a personality of her own. Some days she was down right pissy. Sliding into Nubias atmosphere lightly he patted the control panel lovingly. She sure wasn't the belle of the ball but she still had plenty of dances left in her. Headed down to the planet, Orick switched on his comms, " Republic command, I have a cargo hold full of supplies. Just tell me where to put her down."





[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus knew she was here to keep the peace and help where she could, not solve all of their problems. She’d learned that lesson the hard way.

After the emotions this place threw up in abundance, the next sense to be attacked was smell. For sure the refugee camp was busy, noisy and colourful but the pungent mix of sweat, effluent and refuse was almost eye-watering. And it wasn't the people’s fault, so she did her best to ignore it.

As she contemplated this, a Rodian couple burst into the office – with seven children in tow. “Have you seen Reelo?” Clearly this was one of their children – you didn’t need to be a Jedi to work that out. She bowed politely before asking, in as calm and clear a voice as she could, “Please start at the beginning. Tell me where you last saw…Reelo, how old he is, what does he looks like?”

She gambled on Reelo being a boy. She remembered a Rodian crime lord with the same name. She hoped it wasn’t him they were looking for…

 

[Long Gone]

Alarice would nod to the holo. "Admiral, I have four heavy dropships ready to depart and an additional five troop carriers that have been temporarily converted - unfortunately I am limited on my own resources at this time without truly heading back to Onderon to pick up the remnants of the 7th Fleet after Cato Neimoidia." Another nod would go in the direction of [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] - nothing much could be said beyond the limited resources they were working with. Vessels were scattered across Republic space, or what was Republic space and unfortunately there were limited personnel to retrieve them. Her ships were being brought back, slowly, one by one in a painstaking manner even - she had heard rumors that Cadets were being enlisted to fly vessels that they had no qualifications for.

This whole event had taken a toll on the Republic Navy indeed.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Having understood that Reelo was fortunately not the gangster she’d heard of but the youngest of their family, she made every attempt to look calm and in control.

“OK. First thing I’d recommend is you keep together. We don’t want to have to find anyone else if one of you gets separated. Next, go back to your…” She struggled for an appropriate word. Not ‘home’ for sure. “Go to where you’re staying. He may just get their under his own steam. I will go looking for him.”

She took directions as to where they were camped out and with her most Jedi-like bow, promised them she would find Reelo.

She allowed the Force to guide her as best it could. It was definitely playing up somehow. After three false starts, as there were a lot of generally unhappy people around here she finally felt an emotion that stood out from the crowd. She used her Force Empathy and followed the sense of sadness and fear that she was sure would be Reelo.

Sure enough she found him. He was between two prefabricated buildings, in something of a natural alleyway – and he was surrounded by four human boys – all taller than him.

They were all taunting him. “Is the poor little alien baby crying?” “Why do you stink alien?”

 

[Kian Karr]

The Dorin Run settled down on a landing pad along with a number of transports housing the technicians needed to get the planetary defenses up and running. Kian was relieved when his assignment had come down for this dominion. He'd done so much fighting lately that it was becoming the norm, and Kian never liked that. Today wasn't about fighting. Today was bout coordinating the groups under his command in their duties.

Kian walked off the ship and as he did he saw the groups of engineers and technicians filing out of the shuttles with the rush and precision of trained soldiers. These men and women had done this sort of work before. This was what they did.

"Sir, Team Yellow, Team Green, and Team Blue are assembling and ready." A young officer named Holis said to Kian.

"Thank you commander." Kian said stepping forward until he was standing before the two groups. The third group, Team Blue, was listening via comm system as they hovered in the atmosphere in their ships waiting to repair the orbital defense systems.

"Everyone knows their duties today. Team Yellow, you are in charge of activating and programming the anti-air turrets located throughout the eastern side of the city." Kian said turning toward them and nodding his head to them. "Team Green, you will activate and reprogram the turrets on the western end of the City, and Team Blue, you are going to get the orbital canons activated and operational."

"It is vital that we do our duty today, and we do it well. This planet is reeling from the devastation of the vanishing populace and it is in a weakened state. Our work today will help safeguard it from harm." Kian said and turned toward the Officer Holis.

"Let's get to it!" Holis yelled and the men cheered in the affirmative as they began to advance toward their objectives. Kian began to walk toward the makeshift refugee center that was being erected. He would be little aid in establishing the defense systems, but he could potentially aid at the refugee camp.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Alarice Mollari"]​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Her presence was noticed by the boys one at a time until one voice remained, the shortest of the antagonists, with a shaved head – who had his back to her. “Stinky Rodian – go home.” She could sense his friends wanted to bolt but daren’t. And they wanted to warn their friend too but similarly lacked the courage to do so. Finally the shaven haired boy turned to face his comrades. “What’s up with ya? Gone soft?”

Only then did he spot Corvus. She did little other than stand there, hands on hips. One by one they found their feet the most interesting thing to look at - as their faces reddened.

“There you are young Padawan.” Corvus walked over to Reelo and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Excellent. I see you took my instruction to learn self-restraint seriously. You could have picked more impressive opponents though.”

She saw that the boys were now daring to peak at her as she spoke to Reelo. “Did you try the ‘lost child’ ploy? I bet you had to use all of your restraint not to use the Force on them. Anyway…” she patted him on the back now, “Jedi business has to take priority over training. But don’t worry, I’ll let you work under-cover again soon.”

She then faced the boys. “Thank you for helping my young Padawan here. Excellent self-restraint, I’m impressed by him. Best run along though, in case he falters.”

The boys ran, stumbled, fell and ran some more. Within a few seconds they were gone.

Kneeling next to Reelo, she whispered, “Now, let’s get to back to your parents. I suspect those boys won't bother you again.”

 

[Orick T'ane]

Orick stretched and tried to suppress a yawn. It's going to be a long time before i get a chance to rest . The Ranger was back in space again on it's way to the Caledonia for another load of supplies. This place has suffered quite a bit, he wasn't sure if it was just from this, well whatever this thing with all the people going missing is being refereed to, or if ti was because the was being run into the ground. Probably a bit of both.

As he approached the fleet he couldn't help but wonder how the Republic was getting so much manpower so fast. There were hundreds of ships in orbit around the planet, transport, fighters and capital ships. It was an impressive site, however he questioned how far the ranks were stretched. He didn't intend on doing all of this, hell, he didn't intend on being a ferryman for a Republic relief effort, but these were indeed strange times. Strange times filled with missing people and the never ending grind of war, he thought. I should have stayed in the outer rim.


" Caledonia, headed back for another run of supplies, I hope you have some hot food up there."

[member="Alarice Mollari"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]