Dominion Old Ties and New | SJO DOM of Kiros

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective 2

Reggie Faayare Esta Pulsarcore Beltran Rarr OOM-7795 (Oomy)

Red nodded and passed out the strobes. It would be useful if they needed to call in an airstrike.

The droid said that if he didn't make it back, to tell someone. Nah, the droid would be fine, those battle droids were made to fight, be destroyed, and rebuilt. Red had worked on a couple of them back in his mechanic training in the genetic labs. They were able to be rebuilt from even just a central processing unit, and those things were incredibly strong. As long as the core was intact, they could be rebuilt and reprogrammed.

Red watched the droid speak to the other droids. To be honest, Red doubted that battle droid commanders were that way to their troops, he had never seen one hit another battle droid, just as close to yelling at them as they could. Since they were all connected to one central computer, they worked together seamlessly. Still, Oomy was doing pretty good.

The droids started moving towards the North, away from them. "Good work, Commander." Red congratulated the droid for its work. "If you need me to provide as a distraction, I can go to where they are moving and fight them, so that they won't find out that it is a trick, and return back here. I can provide as a distraction." Red offered.

 

[Corte Fletchador]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare , Subject 73 Red , Esta Pulsarcore, Beltran Rarr , OOM-7795 (Oomy)

After watching the success that OOM-7795 (Oomy) had with the droid army and seeing them all head North in a matter of minutes, Corte thought this would be the best time to attack by air. Subject 73 Red I believe that this might be the best time to have the air support come in and bomb the entire area. If they are successful, this could all be over in a matter of minutes. Let them know to take out the downed landing craft first and then proceed to the droid army just to the North......

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Objective 2
Location: Outskirts of town, new housing division.
Callsign: Icarus-1-1
Personal Assets: Icarus Platoon, Fire Team Alderaan

Spoiler: Icarus Team Loadout:

3 x Ranger Special Forces

• 3 x OS-114 "Katarn Mk. II" Combat Armor
  • OS-112 "Valkyrie" Jump Jet
  • OS-101 Retractable Vibrosword
  • OS-108 Energy Shield
• 3 x OS-109 "Fate" Variable Strength Assault Rifle
• 3 x OS-107 "Hermes" Sensor Drones
• 1 x OS-110 "Fury" Shielded Breaching Carbine named "Cindy." (Icarus-1-8 Paxton Reece)

Allies: Subject 73 Red , Reggie Faayare , Corte Fletchador , Valkren Calderon (maybe?)
Enemies: Clone Wars Era droids

Spoiler: Personal Kit:

Armor: OSX-02 "Mirage" Stealth Prototype Armor
Primary Weapon: OS-109 "Fate" Variable Strength Assault Rifle (chest rig)
Secondary Weapons:

Spoiler: Personal Kit:

• OS-104 "Reaper" Variable Strength Blaster Pistol (Drop Holster, right side)
• OS-101 Retractable Vibrosword (chest rig)
• Krath Itak Sword (back scabbard) Note to Force Users/Force Sensitives - this blade emanates a strong Dark Side aura
• Beskar Sword (back scabbard)
• 4 x frag grenades (chest rig)

Misc Gear:

• • OS-108 Energy Shield (left wrist)
  • 2 x OS-107 "Hermes" Sensor Drones (chest rig)

"Uhhh boss?" Specialist Reeces' voice came over the coms. "You're not going to believe this, but it looks like the droids are pulling out from the lander. Looks like they're heading north."

"Understood," Beltran replied. "Stand by."

Standing up from his crouch, Beltran moved forward to where OOM-7795 (Oomy) stood, watching the droids that he'd tricked move off at a run. "Good work," He told the droid. Beltran nodded his agreement to both Subject 73 Red and Corte Fletchador . "That might be helpful, Red. Go ahead while I call in the air support. Just make sure you don't get too close."

To Corte Fletchador and Reggie Faayare he said. "It would probably sell the lie better if at least one of you went with him. I'll make sure the lander gets hit and then bring my team up behind the droids, flanking them." Keying his comlink, Beltran then called in to the Kiros base. "Icarus-1-1 to Kiros base. We've been able to trick the droids into deploying in the wrong direction. Now would be the time to send in the Angels, have them hit the lander at these coordinates then tell them to proceed north to hit the droids. Our team are wearing strobes keyed to this frequency."

"Roger that," The coms officer at Kiros base came back. "Angels launching now, ETA three minutes."

***

Within the allotted three minutes, Beltran and the others would be able to hear the sounds of the Arch-angel gunships homing in on their position. As they came to hover in the clearing, they would let loose on the downed lander with volleys of missiles and swarms of heavy laser blasts, destroying it entirely within a few seconds. As predicted, the droids would all go inert the moment that the control module was destroyed, leaving the battlefield littered with droids.

 

[Corte Fletchador]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare , Subject 73 Red , Esta Pulsarcore, Beltran Rarr , OOM-7795 (Oomy)

To Beltran Rarr , Corte replies I can go and monitor the droids that are running off. As soon as I see them go inert I will radio the all-clear back to you.

Corte starts to slyly sneak up close enough to the droid army to monitor, yet he stays far enough back not to be noticed. Once approximately three minutes passes he hears explosions from multiple volleys of missiles and heavy laser blaster strikes. He turns around and can see the fireballs through the heavily wooded area and then turns back to see the droid army. At the sound of the explosions almost all of the droids stopped in their tracks and did an immediate about-face. Row-by-row, they were all now heading in the direction of the lander, presumably to go to its defense. Then it started to happen, the droids started to shut down and began to slump over. They were now harmless paper weights.

Then Corte suddenly had an idea, he called back to Beltran Rarr and asked Lieutenant, would it not be wise to reprogram these droids? If OOM-7795 (Oomy) was successfully reprogramed and is now friendly, why not do the same to the shut down droids? They could easily assist the local population with contruction projects and who knows what else! My suggestion is that we call off the air strike on them and see what we can do......

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Feast
Amani Serys

A small spark entered the girl's eyes, Amani's acceptance meaning more to her than the girl could grasp. Sometimes it was the little things that had an impact, and currently Kyra needed all the little things she could get. Amani received a tight, hopeful smile, a thing which quickly turned strained when she looked down to the hand that had been extended to her.

Kyra squirmed, distressed.

As hard as it was to block out the emotions rippling through the force around her, skin to skin contact? 1000 times worse. Kyra hesitated for a second, then picked up a napkin and shook Amani's hand ever so briskly through it.

Because that was a way to mend bridges.

"So anyway," Kyra rattled, her voice high and fast. "Howlonghaveyoubeenhere. Doyoulikeit? Ilikeyourhair."

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 1: Feast
Interacting with: Glade

"You seem to be jumping around topics... Perhaps you should seek aid to determine what is amiss. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused, but I am not comfortable talking about the methods in use to bring people back from the dead, beyond the names of the methods. Transfer Essence and necromancy are the main ones"

There is something wrong with Glade, but I am not sure as to what. I am not a therapist, and it's entirely possible that I could be misdiagnosing her. But being one with the Force isn't the same as reincarnation, she thought, while realizing that Glade is making her more uncomfortable because there was no flow to her speech. Hence a suspicion of some mental illness: it was no longer about some alien-raised person anymore. Of course, Transfer Essence is not for the faint of heart, and necromancy is one of the most stereotypical dark-sided powers. Plus talk of afterlife seemed to break the mood of the feast attendees, including but not limited to construction teams.

 

[Glade]

Object 1, Memory Box Moments
Tag: Jessica Med-Beq

A short laugh bubbled up, she’d been searching for some closure, not a way to return. A way to stay away maybe! But really all she’d wanted was a chat, and Jessica had given her that, brief and socially awkward as it had been. What people didn't often realise was, socially awkwardness made the person they were speaking too feel awkward as well, it went both ways often, as there wasn’t that usual comfortable or at least familiar connection and line of conversation.

Jessica was right though Glade bumped around topics like Nato used to do shoe shopping. That had never changed! That memory made the younger girl in her smile. “Yeppers. Thanks’a’bunch.” A very different voice replied. The energy in her demeanor would soon fade, for now though it was a brief buzz to ride. “You kind’a remind me of someone, that ain’t no bad thing, no sir.” Someone who would have said a similar thing once upon a lifetime. Her head tilted, and her withering, dirty hair showed some real signs of aging at the top. “Gotta fly.” So she could continue her high, space flight would be enough.

One big last trip. Maybe. Maybe two. That lil feeling she just had, could maybe sustain her for another few days. Little known to her Sera and her were having very similar issues right now. Oh and yep, yep she had a letter to put together. That brief reminder of who she was, was very beautiful. Definitely one for her memory, yep yes sir!

Her chair began to buzz, and even if the grey would soon take the moment, she didn’t care right then and there. Happily going on her way to build the next art project. Then, well, what would be would be.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective 1
Kyra Perl

"Howlonghaveyoubeenhere?"

"Oh! I've been here mayb-"

"Doyoulikeit?"

"I mean, y-"

"Ilikeyourhair."

"Wha-, oh, why thank you!"

The barrage of questions distracts Amani from each one after the other, though she's not particuarly fazed by it. In fact, Amani was quite similar when she talked about things she was interested in, though her speeches tended to get quite wordy.

"I like to think I spend a lot of time on my hair, these braids aren't easy to make look good! Y'know I'm actually quite fond of your hair, I love the way it looks. Is that natural, or is it something you did? Either way I really like it. I myself have been perfecting this for some time, do you really think it looks good, I've always been a little unsure. Oh, I forgot to answer your first question. I've been here for like, ten years now, I think. Obviously I was a youngling for most of that time. I've been going through padawan training for aboutfiveyearsnowIsuppose. Whataboutyou? Idon'trecalleverseeingyoubeforebutthatcouldbeforanynumberofreasons---"

Amani continues to drag on the conversation more than she had initally intended to, but Kyra's interrogation got her gears turning. Amani was now fully invested in the discussion at hand.

 

[OOM-7795 (Oomy)]

Objective 2

Corte Fletchador Reggie Faayare Esta Pulsarcore Subject 73 Red Beltran Rarr

Oomy walked back to the waiting group of SJO operatives. They all gave him their congratulations on his ability to fool the enemy droids. Seems like he didn't have to try too hard to fit into his old role again as a droid commander. Wait until Tyluko heard about this one.

"Thank you all, but I am just doing my part" Oomy said humbly. "It was odd being in such a role again"

As the droids began to move off into the north, Subject 73 Red and Corte Fletchador both moved off to observe the moving mass of droids while Beltran Rarr called in an airstrike on the old Separatist lander. Oomy stood beside the Lieutenant as Arch-Angel Gunships came in and obliterated the old lander and the droid command module in rather spectacular fashion. The gunships began to turn in the direction of the now deactivated droid forces to the north when suddenly Fletchador's voice came over the comms asking about the possibility of of reprogramming the droids for the SJO or even the colonists. In all honesty Oomy was hoping to be able to do this anyways to help bolster his masters fledgling rebellion against the Sith occupation of Mon Cala.

"My companions and I can make that happen for sure. I can reprogram some of the droids to serve the Kiros Village as a labor force as well as a defense force." Oomy then turned to Beltran Rarr "With your agreement of course Lieutenant, I request that you call off the airstrike on these droids. I can assure you that they will be of no more trouble."

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra touched at her hair, her fingers stroking the thin padawan braid tucked into the waves of her otherwise unstyled hair. The girl's easy prattle earned a growing smile from Kyra. As reserved as Kyra tried to be, she couldn't help but to feed off the energy around her. Amani had plenty of it, and soon Kyra was leaning forward and engaged as the girl's quick words washed over her.

"Oh thanks!" She had no trouble understanding her quick rattle, taking a deep breath for her own response. “Ten years? Holy. I’m like. 6 months in. ...mostlylowerlevelclassesbutIMGETTINGBETTER!” She insisted, a bit too forcibly. Kyra felt nervous. She wasn’t sure why. Her fingers drag quickly over the thin platting of her paddie braid, the color natural, though she forgot she was even asked.

“I’m only 16. I have time.”

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective 2
Corte Fletchador Beltran Rarr Reggie Faayare OOM-7795 (Oomy)

Red nodded to Lieutenant Rarr when he agreed to Red going to distract the droid army. Red ran off through the underbrush. He moved quickly through the forest.

Red arrived to the destination. He could hear the droid's footsteps approaching him. Red took cover behind a fallen tree and aimed. The droid's came around the corner. Red opened fire on them. The droid's stopped for a second, confused, then started moving towards Red and firing at him. Blaster bolts hit the log. Red returned fire. He shot down the droids, and they kept on coming and firing. Well, they had taken the bait. Red continued to hold back the droids, and gun them down.

A couple of minutes later, Red heard some large explosions. Then, the droid army shut down. Red knew that was the signal. The control module was gone. Red needed to move away from this area before the gunships opened fire. Red started moving away from the droid army. Then, he heard the transmissions between his team. They were considering using the droid army. "I'm not so sure about that. These droids are incredibly old. They are run down, and rusting. They're from an age long gone. They're obsolete to current fighting tactics and weapons. An army is not much use if it's ineffective against the enemy. They would only be gunned down quickly by superior forces and firepower. Anyway, these droids would follow orders to the letter, with no remorse or regret. Do we really want an unthinking, unfeeling army, who might not feel guilt if they were to commit any bad actions. Do we really want this? The clone Wars is over, but they believe it is still going. We should... let them sleep. They've been fighting a war that ended a long time ago. We should let them have their rest." Red stated over the commlink. At least, that was how he felt.

 

[Amani Serys]

Objective 1
Kyra Perl

Amani nodded. She took a breath to slow her onslaught of questions, listening to what Kyra had to say.

“Yeah, they found me when I was pretty young, so I’ve had some time here as a youngling and all that. Still have a way to go, but I think I’ve made good progress.”

Amani paused again, trying to get a read on the girl in front of her. She was a mystery, as far as Amani knew. She had never met her before, certainly not officially at least, though she couldn’t remember ever seeing her before in general, but as she mentioned there are a lot of factors that could explain that. She touched her own padawan braid, almost subconsciously mirroring her, as if it were to give her better insight. She shrugged off her wandering mind to focus on Kyra’s words.

“That’s awesome! I myself am 18 now. Have you thought about what you wanna do when you graduate from Padawan? Any sort of specialization, maybe?”

Amani had grown a legitimate curiosity for Kyra. She had not made many friends during her sheltered time with the Jedi, but maybe, if she was lucky, she could finally start to make progress.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Objective 2
Location: Forest, site of crashed droid lander.
Callsign: Icarus-1-1
Personal Assets: Icarus Platoon, Fire Team Alderaan
Allies: Subject 73 Red , Reggie Faayare , Corte Fletchador , OOM-7795 (Oomy)
Enemies: Clone Wars Era droids

Beltran listened as Corte Fletchador , Subject 73 Red and OOM-7795 (Oomy) discussed the possibility of reprogramming the now inert battle droids into useful units for labour and defense. Beltran didn't really have an opinion on the matter, so he remained quiet as the others spoke their ideas. Once everyone had spoken, Beltran took a breath.

"I have to admit that this is slightly out of my area of expertise." He said, not being entirely truthful. As the brains behind one of the up and coming arms companies in the galaxy, he had a working knowledge of the concept, but it really wasn't something that he personally wanted to get involved in. "I'm happy to leave you all to decide what to do at this point. I can ask the Kiros base commander to send you some engineers if that would be helpful." He told Corte Fletchador .

To Subject 73 Red , he said. "I agree that these droids won't make a formidable fighting force, but anything is better than nothing." To everyone he then said. "Well, it's up to each of you on how you'd like to proceed. For my part, I'm going to return to Kiros base and brief command on what's happened. I've called off the airstrike on the inert droids until a solution has been decided on."

Gathering up his soldiers, Beltran prepared to return to base. As they set out, he nodded back to the special operations agent, two padawans and the droid commander. "Good work all of you. I look forward to working with you again in the future." And with that, Beltran and his men began their journey back to Kiros base.

"Alright gentles," He told his men. "Time for chow."

"Great!" Replied Specialist Reece. "My favorite time of day!"

(OOC note: This is going to mark the end of Beltran's involvement in this dom since it has already been approved, great writing with all of you!)

 

[Corte Fletchador]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare , Subject 73 Red , Esta Pulsarcore, Beltran Rarr , OOM-7795 (Oomy)

After listening to differing opinions on the future disposition of the battle droids, Corte added when I said the locals could make use of these droids, I didn't mean in a combative role - although, I guess that is possible as well. What I meant was more of a labor role. If we can take the urge to kill out of them, they can perform many duties and make life easier on the locals. However, if you want to program a small contingent with the latest combat tactics and ensure that they have properly functioning weapons, they could serve that purpose as well. Looking to OOM-7795 (Oomy) he asked would it be possible to replicate your programming for the small tactical contingent? Also, could you lead efforts to turn some into laborers? As for me, I don't not have expertise in computer programming, so I will also be returning to Kiros to let the people know of their new protection and labor if you are agreeable.

(OOC - This will also be the end of Corte's involvement in this DOM. It has been awesome, thank you all for your participation. When does the next one start?)

 

[OOM-7795 (Oomy)]

Objective 2
Reggie Faayare Corte Fletchador Subject 73 Red Beltran Rarr

Rusting....Ineffective....Obsolete.....Mindless

Is that what the agent thought of him? Is that what he was? Just an old war relic unfit to fight for a just cause. Nothing but a waste of space.

Oomy listened to Subject 73 Red give his opinion on just leaving the droids be due to them being useless and potentially dangerous. After the agent had said his piece Beltran Rarr and Corte Fletchador had both announced their departure back to the city. Oomy saluted both of them and thanked them for helping but before leaving Corte Fletchador asked him if he would be able to replicate his programming onto the droids. The answer put simply was yes. The B1 then took a few moments to process this conversation regarding the droids.

Before being freed from his old Separatist programming and joining Tyluko-Kai Kaimana , Oomy was just what the Agent described: Mindless, Dangerous, Loyal to the old CIS cause, ineffective. But now he had been upgraded, he was now a defender, a guardian. That was he wanted for these droids, a chance to remove themselves from the stain of the stereotypes that surrounded his kind and become something more.

" Subject 73 Red , I understand why you feel this way. You see us as ineffective, laughable, nothing more than a waste of time. You see us as dangerous and mindless, nothing more than agents of destruction and chaos. I understand why you think this way. But I ask that you allow me to make this decision on behalf of my former allies. The Clone Wars are over, but that doesn't mean they no longer have a purpose. That's the thing about droids, we can be upgraded, reprogrammed and made to be better as I have. Allow them to be freed from the stain of this image of destruction and evil that permeates them, allow them to become something more. To become guardians, protectors, helpers for those who need it it. The Galaxy is a dark place, and all I ask is that I can give them the chance to become bringers of peace and justice and to serve and fight alongside the Jedi instead of against them."

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Feast
Tag: Amani Serys

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Came Kyra's long, drawn out reply. A look of concern passed through her, followed by panic. Did she know what she wanted to focus on? Nope. Not at all. Was that bad? She did. If Kyra could have sweat on cue, she would have. For a moment her stress was palpable, but then all at once it didn't seem to matter at all.

"A jedi!" She chirped, her tone a touch too childish and girlie to be natural as she put on a cute act without thinking. It worked with getting her older siblings off her back.

Youngest child syndrome much?

"You're 18? Where's your saber, lemme see it." She tilted her head, skimming the girl's body curiously for it. What thoughts that had weighed her down before had slipped from her mind. Without realizing it, the padawan had started to relax. Festival vibes were contagious.

The masters were right.

 

[Amani Serys]

Kyra Perl

"A jedi!" She chirped

Well, as good enough of an answer as any, Amani thought.

"That's good! You've still got plenty of time to think about it, so no trouble there."

"You're 18? Where's your saber, lemme see it."

Seeing Kyra give her an ocular pat-down in search of her lightsaber, Amani almost instinctively grabs at it possessively. She stopped and regained her composure.

"Sorry, force of habit."

She revealed to Kyra, tucked away behind her robes was a lightsaber hilt. It was a polished silver in color, and the design was very basic, but clearly made with significant care and precision.

"I only just built it recently, so its very new. I'm trying my absolute best to make sure nothing happens to it."
Even still as she was showing it off, she looked over it like it was a vulnerable child.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra studied it eagerly, her eyes wide and bright against the candle light sufficing the table-tops. "It's nice!" She commented, the girl feeling like a pro at judging this now. One by one each of the padawans in her class picked up and earned their saber. And one by one, everyone had gathered around and oo'd and awe'd over their new mark of rank. Kyra had done so too, usually begrudgingly, because up until recently she was the last of the group to earn her hand in one.

It had been quite the sore spot for Kyra, but that was no more. Her own weighed heavily at her side. The girl touched at it subconsciously.

"Wait! You only just got it. But you're so old!" A rude comment coming out of innocent intent, Amani would quickly have to get use to such blunt statements from the girl or find herself hating Kyra before the night was out.

 

[Amani Serys]

Kyra Perl

Amani couldn't help but laugh, "You know I'm only two years older than you, right? You talk like I'm somebody's grandmother!"

Though a slightest hint of jealousy couldn't be fully overcome, after realizing that yes, only getting one's lightsaber at 18 is may be just a little behind the curve. She tried to peek over at Kyra's own lightsaber, comparing design and style, before returning focus to her own.

"Yes, I am 18, and yes, it is quite new. I've spent almost all of my training devoted to Force mastery, so I've kinda sorta been deliberately putting off making my own lightsaber."

Apparently unsatisfied with the explanation/excuse, she quickly appended, "I've used plenty of training blades! That's where most of my lightsaber practice comes from. So, it's not like I'm totally inexperienced or anything."

Amani couldn't leave well enough alone, and now she had to know, "Well, when did you get yours?"

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra flushed red, tucking hers well and true out of sight.

"...Last month. But I hate training, okay!" She exploded back, both of them scrambling to explain their own shortcomings. "And I've practiced tooooo. With training blades! And a training saber-- I had one for like-- ever." Which just dug the hole further with her slowness to overcome her own saber training issues.

"But l am good with the force too! ...Kinda." Her voice twisted, an edge of distress hitting her tone. Her cheerful expression churned, her brows furrowed. This distraction was hitting home a bit too much, and it was showing. Her shoulders rounded in, the girl apparently unable to take what she dished out.

Ironic, I know.

"...You'vemasteredtheforce?" Came the tight and wounded question.

Amani Serys