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Pale Blue Dot [SJO Dominion of Ceraluen Hex]

Stephanie Swail

Guest
Location: Ceraluen
Objective: Provide aid
Post: 2
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Carona Totsari"] | [member=Tracyn] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Phelan Howell"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Lina Renning"] | [member="Cath Lorr"] {?}

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A call! A male, certainly a medic, covered in traces of blood and grime and Force knows what else.

"Hey, yes, sure," she slung a satchel around her neck and opened the other as she walked towards the man. "Let me see what we have."

Placing the strap between her teeth, she used both hands to pull out the supplies. Gauze. Bacta pads. Gloves. Plastic vials. Antiseptic wipes. Thread. Scissors and other small tools. Bandages and a case of small needles.

Stephanie handed over half the bacta pads, thread and gauze, and then took the satchel back in her hand.

"Here. Say, are you with the Silvers? I'm Stephanie Swail, here to help. Jedi..." what even was she? "...apprentice."

She slung the satchel over her shoulder, now carrying two, and looked around taking the various bodies in.

"How's the situation? Who's in charge here?"
 
Objective: 1|
Allies: SJO [member="Lina Renning"], [member="Tracyn"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Stephanie Swail"]

Valae nodded to [member="Phelan Howell"], and left him with a smile. It was clear to her that he was more than capable of working on his own for the time. Well, at least he wasn’t totally on his own – he did have the medical droids to offer a bit of help. As she stepped away, she heard the familiar voice of [member="Nia Sol"]. Turning slightly; the Jedi healer offered the young woman a kind smile.

“Thanks, Nia. Good to see ya again.” She glanced around, “Well, [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] and [member="Carona Totsari"] might need some help over there,” Valae pointed to the two padawans up ahead. “They are helping to unload some medpacs.”

For the moment, it seemed that things were under control. As Valae went to work herself, she noted the presences of a few newcomers on the scene. Once she had a bit of free time, she would make her way over to greet them properly. Had she also caught a brief glimpse of a very familiar Zeltron? Valae knew that [member="Joza Perl"] was due to arrive quite soon, and she was very excited to reunite with her friend. It would be nice to catch up with someone from the good ol’ days.

After gathering her wavy locks into a bun, she moved to one of the triage lines that were waiting to be addressed. Drawing in a deep breath, Valae motioned for woman at the front to come forward. With a gentle smile, she drew the woman towards the nearest medical tent. Immediately, her chestnut locks found the tear tracks that streamed down her face. As Valae reached out with the force, she could tell that her patient was not seriously injured – at least, no physically. But surely there had to be a reason for her tears.

“How are you feeling?” Valae asked in a tender voice, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder.

The refugee woman revealed what appeared to be a minor rash on her forearm, but did not speak a word. Kneeling, Valae took a look at the affected area. This would be solved easily with a few doses of bacta, and some bandages to keep the area clean. While Valae went to work, she focused on letting her own force aura flow outwards to brush against her patient. The calming energy would hopefully set her mind at ease, and let her open up…
 
Objective 1 - Triage:
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Kaiza Pawaro"], [member="Carona Totsari"]

"Understood master." Nia made her way over to where Kaiza and Carona were unloading the medpacs. "Hello, I'm padawan Nia Sol, master Kitra told me you two might need some help."
 

Carona Totsari

It takes true strengh to turn the other cheek
Objective: 1
Allies: Lotsa peoplez.



Carona smiled at her fellow Padawa, relieved that she was okay with the telepathy. As she unpacked extra medical supplies with the force as well as the ones her hands were filled with, she concentrated for a moment before shrugging. "It was good, I suppose. Really, the temple has been all I've ever known. This is actually the first time I traveled off world since that trip my class made to get our ow lightsaber crystals and construct our first sabers."

Moving on to the next box, she tried to think up more answers, "The days were filled with classes and studying. The library was all quiet and cozy! I found this one spot, my go to now, and I will curl up with piled of history books about the Clone Wars and read for hours..."

Curiosity pricked Carona's mind as she paused and looked towards the mirilian, "Wait, where did you come fr-"

"Hello, I'm padawan Nia Sol, master Kitra told me you two might need some help."

Carona jumped in shock, dropping a role of bandages onto the ground. As said bandages bounced about then unraveled across the ground; Carona recomposed herself as she turned to see a new apprentice entering the group. She was a human, about three years younger than she, with brown hair and hazel eyes. Smiling upon seeing the newcomer and getting over the shock, she immediately waved cheerfully as she messaged Pawaro via telepathy. "I don't want to scare her. Can you tell her I can only speak telepathically, please?"
 

Kaiza Pawaro

Do, or do not. There is no try.
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Nia Sol "]


Listening to the Togruta – if telepathy could be called like that – made the time pass faster. The process of unpacking one supply after another became an automated one as Kaiza’s hands turned into those of a robot. In a way, not that different from farm work, doing the same repetitive thing over and over again. Taking out medpacs and unwrapping them did not provide the same level of physical effort though, and thus the robe-clad native from Mirial found it nowhere near as pleasantly mind-numbing. At least she had Corana to converse with and more information to ponder about. The way she put the life of a Jedi did not make it sound so bad, after all. Then again, the Togruta girl probably never knew better.

As a new Padawan approached and one very sneaky roll of bandages found its way on the ground, Kaiza immediately went after the fallen object, picking it up before someone accidentally stepped on it.

“Careful.” She said with a grin, green eyes sparkling with amusement before her attention snapped to the newcomer, “Hi, Nia, nice to meet you!”

“Just help us unpack these supplies from the boxes. I’m Kaiza, by the way,” smiled the young Jedi before her hand motioned towards the smaller Togruta, “And this is Carona. She only speaks telepathically, but don’t worry, she’s really good at it!”

As all three pairs of hands found themselves occupied, Kaiza returned to the conversation she had with Carona.

“Where I come from? Mirial. A very cold and dry place. Its people are nice, although slow to trust outsiders after, well, I only really heard stories.”

Voice a whisper as if about to reveal the greatest secret of the universe, Kaiza leaned towards the mute Togruta.

“They say Primeval tried to wipe out all life on the planet. Or turn its people into monsters, everyone said something a bit different. That was before I was born. Crazy, huh?”
 
"Thank you," Phelan replied as he restocked his pack. He made sure to grab extra gloves, and tested a few of the saline bags to make sure they were filled properly.

"It's nice to meet you, Stephanie. I'm Phelan Howell." He straightened up and offered the woman his hand, which was, in stark contrast to his clothing, free from blood and grime. "I'm a Jedi padawan or apprentice or something or other, too."

Phelan pointed in the general direction of where he had last seen Valae. "I'm not sure who's in actual command, but Master Valae seems to be in charge of the medical efforts here. The situation is pretty good, I'd say. The medical tents and facilities are getting set up and the refugees seem to be getting organized. Medically, it's not so bad. Most of the urgent cases were taken aboard the fleet ships, so we're stuck with a lot of the non-criticals. We've got droids and plenty of support, so it's not bad."

Purposefully avoiding the reflex to wipe his hands against his shirt, Phelan took a swig of water. "Yeah, it's not too bad. Feel free to help thin the crowd. We can definitely use another healer."

[member="Stephanie Swail"]
 
Objective: 1
Location: Ceraluen Refugee Camp
Post #: 2
Engaging: [member="Tracyn"]

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen a conflicted Jedi, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Her idols, mentors, even some of her friends had crossed paths from light to dark and dark to light. The Zeltron had her own struggles with the call of the Force and understood that while she couldn’t empathize with everything that someone was going though, she knew what it felt like to be the only one going through turmoil.

In her view, it wasn’t something to be ashamed of and more of a right of passage. It was natural to have conflicting thoughts and feel the sting of past actions.

She smiled at him, light and distanced at the sound of his forced tone. “I’m well.” She lifted a crate and gestured with her head to a stack of similar looking boxes next to her. “Would you mind giving me a hand with these? Foodstuffs for the people living here—nothing gourmet, but basic rations designed to travel well and deliver all the nutrients you could ever want.”
 
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMWJb0YsJ8E[/media]
Ship: Saint Fighter/Bomber
Objective: Stress testing

As the Rogues entered the "Testing Grounds" in space, Thane pulled up beside [member="Juwiela Melec"] (aka Blue Eyes) and [member="Leea Pandac"] (aka Rogue 3). Checking the systems of his Saint fighter/bomber, code named AMF, he opened the comms channel for Rogue Squadron...

Rogue Two standing by. Blue Eyes, always love seeing you behind the stick. Leea, on me, we're gonna be mates....for the mission...the fighting part. You know what I mean...

Opening a secondary channel to the Silver Jedi, he decided to send a personalized message that the intended recipient would understand...

Swiggity Swooty, I'm coming in for dat booty!

[member="Lina Renning"] [member="Phelan Howell"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] @Tracyn @Joza Perl [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Kal Visna"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="RC-0883"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
 

Sannika Brynn

Let me tell you about a Rebellion...
Objective: Fly with her bestie (Stress Testing)

Sannika edged her nose over the lip of her cradle, glancing through the transparisteel of her cockpit canopy and down at the tropical world below. Ceraluen seemed like a sort of dream world from way up here. It was the kind of place she imagined spending some fun holidays or even her future life, lazing on beaches to achieve a more seaweed-green complexion. The twi'lek sighed contentedly as she turned her attention back ahead of her, nose of her X/A-66 Seraph (lovingly christened Spintails) drinking in the contrails of her wingmates' identical craft.

"Yo! It's Rogue Four." ...on the floor. The spunky flygirl kept the last bit to herself, just barely self-conscious enough to save that line for another time--if ever. Sannika toggled the armed stabilizers of her Seraph into the famous "X" figure. "S-foils are in attack mode, Lead.

"Did you guys miss me?!" she suddenly spouted out with uncontainable excitement. "'Cause I missed you!" Her grin was from conical ear to conical ear, lekku twitching with restless anticipation as she prepared to enter her first combat engagement in quite some time. It was good to be back in the seat of a snubfighter! The small pilot hoped to add some more marks to her tails, and spend some quality time in the skies with Juwiela and the rest of her Rogue family.

[member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Leea Pandac"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Arisa Yune"]
 
Objective: Stress Testing
Allies: The Silver Jedi

Without loosing more time, Kal rushed towards his objective using the metallic buildings of all kinds, walking in their shadows and beneath anything that would have something that resembled a roof, anything that would make it harder for the aerial patrols to find him. Cleverly avoiding any crowded place, Kal climbed on a platform where one of the guards was keeping watch, he'd looks around careful not to be noticed by anyone else, this was his chance. He walked silently towards the man, hands at his back, he stopped right beside him, the guard visibly startled. "You hoped to spend your time at home, this stupid thing is a waste of time..." he said looking in straight in the guardian's eyes as he was pointing his gun at him, he did not shoot though but merely repeating Kal's words in a different manner "This whole thing is a waste of time..."

As the guardian seemed to calm down, Kal continued "You could be home now, you could relax, but instead you are stuck here... Such a shame... But... What is that?" he asked pointing far in the distance, to the other side of the comms station "It looks like a silhouette. Someone is probably trying to sneak inside... Or maybe it's nothing, you cannot exactly tell, it's best to inform the aerial patrol." With that said, Kal swiftly moved out of the way as if remembering to beware the patrols, thankfully he was careful enough not to be seen... for now.

"Watcher three here, I think I see something on the northern side of the station, we might have intruders trying to sneak in, could someone check it out?" The scheme worked, a few patrols seemed to head in that direction, leaving the sky less dangerous for Kal who immediately leaped from the platform on several metallic crates then on the ground. He dashed behind the cover of a wall and watched from afar as several soldiers patrolled in front of the main building, he looked back, no soldiers in his vicinity but that was about to change, he could see through the windows more of them coming his way. Setting his gaze upon a vehicle in the distance, a speeder, he used the force to gently push it so as to change the direction it was facing then to activate it resulting in the speeder hitting the wall of the main building. The small incident made a few guards rush to see what is going on, the perfect moment for him to run away from the scene.

Leaving behind his cover, Kal managed to avoid being caught and push forward on a more secluded side of the station. No sooner he looks forward than a soldier marches right in front of him, Kal instinctively activates his lightsaber parrying the "enemy" blaster fire until he manages to direct one of them back and incapacitate him. "Dead-... Err, paralysed, whatever." he merely whispered as he took another look around, He grabbed the man and dragged him with his weapon behind cover, it certainly wont help that much, "dead" are never good for sneaking business, but it may delay the inevitable.

Leaving behind the guard, he gained his momentum and jumped on the walls of the comms station building, using what he could to climb, it didn't take long until he managed to reach one of the windows and take a look inside. It didn't look like anybody was there, this was still a harsh action. Using the force once more, small creeking sounds could be heard as the glass begun to form cracks. As soon as the window broke, he entered the room, or more accurately fell into it over the broken pieces of glass with exhausted arms.

Enough time has been wasted, if nobody heard the breaking of the window or saw it, they will, Kal made the door open while he stood on its right side, looking around there wasn't anyone but a guard at the end of the hallway. He forced his head back into the room at his sight, there is no point in staying there, he's probably patrolling and will return, so Kal decided to hold still. The steps of the trooper could be heard on the entire hallway, the silence seemed to be his friend as the enemy approached. The trooper stopped in front of the room with a "Hmm" noise, Kal could only imagine he was looking inside, maybe he noticed the door was closed when he passed.

The soldier's foot was the first to enter the room, before he could see him, Kal grabbed his rifle and swiftly hit him in the back of his knee forcing him to kneel forcefully throwing away his rifle in the process "There is nobody here." Kal spoke in a hushed voice waving his hand in front of the man "You entered and tripped on junk almost falling over... But for now tell me... Is there anybody in the command room?" The trooper spoke as if hypnotized or in a daze "Egineer Weylin is... In the command room... With the warden in charge of the station..."

"You must contact Engineer Weylin and tell him something is wrong with the energy generator... You suspect it is the enemy's doing.. The warden must see this."

With that, Kal leaves the room, the trooper simply gets back on his feet as if he was in a daze until now, he picks up his rifle then shakes his head at the ground.

Now all that remains was getting to the command room without incidents...
 
Blessed are the peacemakers
Objective 1
Speaking to:[member="Joza Perl"]


Joza was right to assume he was conflicted. Her error was in the reasoning behind it. Tracyn was struggling with suppressing the unnatural evil within him. The part of him that wanted to extract bloody revenge. It was partly the Mandalorian in him, partly himself. Mostly himself. Tracyn was naturally an angry person. And that was before all the bad things in his life happened, and all the good things that did happen were taken away. By Sith. His rage boiled for a moment, pushing at the surface of his mind. A few more months and it would probably break through and he'd succumb to the darkness again. At least, he believed so. He preferred moping and drinking away his days mostly.

"Probably plugs them up like a cork too."

Tracyn replied gruffly, lumbering over to the boxes. He was a purely physical specimen, the last few years of his life focused on nothing but himself and anger- resulting in a raw power in his body. And through the force. He used the force unlike the other Jedi, who used it for reaching out and touching, he drew it in to himself. In that way it felt as though he pulled other people in, at the same time pushing them out. His eyes locked onto the Zeltron. Stared at her right in the eyes. Didn't blink, didn't move.

"Who are you?"
 
Objective: 1
Location: Ceraluen Refugee Camp
Post #: 3
Engaging: [member="Tracyn"]

There was no level of presumption in her around Tracyn’s anger, all she knew was that she could feel the conflict in him. She’d learned long ago that making assumptions about someone’s situation lead to short fuses being lit and that it was often better to listen.

She had to laugh a little at his comment. “It does. But the fiber supplements you’re carrying take care of that in a less than graceful way.” She placed the crate she was holding down near a tent, nodding to the young healer who’d come for its contents. “It gets the job done.” The truth in handling relief and humanitarian aid was practicality came first, comfort came after. Maybe later she could see about getting some sort of flavoring packs approved for production, but for now these would have to do.

Feeling his eyes on her, she turned her head slightly and met his gaze. No flinch, no unkind eyes but unyielding all the same. “You can call me Joza. What can I call you?”
 
Objective 3:
Task: Intercept and shoot down enemy craft, perhaps shoot down all the Rogues
Unit: Six S&K I-1SAT/M Wasp with Automated Rear Turret, Six S&K I-1SAT/M Wasp with Interceptor module carrying Advanced Concussion Missiles, Two with Bomber modules

The Verpine's squadron had taken a positon behind a large hill near the comms station using their thrusters to remain below the crest of the ridge they did last minute checks. Sko was coordinating with the local forces overlaying their various sensor data into his fighter's computer. With this he was able to monitor the general layout of the battlefield and pass on the information to the rest of the interceptors in his squadron. They'd been assigned the callsign Mynock for this mission and that worked well enough for Sko. With six of his fighters sporting Interceptor Modules they packed a large punch against anything short of a large frigate and even then they could probably pull off an attack.

Holding by the comms station they waited. The loud whine of thrusters and engines filled the air combining with the grass and dust they kicked up. Small rocks pelted the underside of his craft. No real danger of them interfering with his engines but the bottom would need a new paint job once done. He would have to do that before bringing them before the local government to see if they would buy them. Showing them off in this engagement would help and he should be able to easily convince them that the modularity of the design would be a major asset. The one concern he had was that the human and other alien species flying in the SJO squadron he was commanding wouldn't be up to the task of piloting the Wasp. While they had been a bit simplified for the mass market they were still advanced for common interceptors and teaching pilots to rely on thrusters instead of speed and sharp turns would be interesting. Even still these pilots had done well in training and a few Verpine were mixed in there and would hopefully help sell these Starfighters.
 
Objective: Triage -> Move out of the system
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Phelan Howell"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Lina Renning"] @Nia Sol

"New orders from High Command: you are to form up on Lujo, drop off the refugees at Xesh Base, and news of an impending attack from the Yuuzhan Vong fought on Velga. Once on Lujo, form up with Therapy Command's main battlefleet" the communications officer told her over comlink.

"Roger, roger"

With both the Pharmacokinetics and the Tylenol being laden with refugees from all over the Tingel Arm, and the magnitude of the refugee crisis calling upon factions all over the galaxy to do something, it was understandable if the Silver Jedi, who have the most of those refugees, especially as it pertains to Vjun and Aargonar, was hit the hardest. Nearly every non-Sith faction, with the notable exceptions of the Metal Lords and the Outer Rim Coalition, had some refugees from these twelve worlds coming at their respective doorsteps. And even the Galactic Alliance, through the intervention of Therapy Command. Oh, of course, she knew about the Dominion and their hostility towards the GA, but neither side actually attempted, nor was it able to, strike at the other after Atrisia, especially with the GA being at war against the First Order this entire time. And, in her mind, it was likely that these Dominion refugees would consider the GA to be better than the Sith at this stage so that they reluctantly agree to be taken there. Once Cathul returns to the CIC, she issues an order to the two hospital ships under her command, while at the same time making the topological calculations leading her to Lujo from here in her head, as usual:

"Set course for Lujo"

With that said, both hospital ships began to make their jumps to hyperspace, out of Ceraluen and to Lujo, while not suspecting that they have to make technical stops along the way. Perhaps on Lujo will they be able to start anew, or elsewhere in the Core.
 

Relina Zhan

Ducha of Gallinore, "Apollyon the Slayer"
[member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Nia Sol "] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Phelan Howell"] [member="Darren Torran"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="RC-0883"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Sko'saht"]

Relina read the report on her HUD's readout from the tracking modules, which would show whether the target was destroyed, let alone hit. She'd grin slightly as she read the report that her shot made the first kill of the engagement. "Angel One, Splash One. Kill confirmed."

"Missile shot trashed!" Angel Three said with a grit to his voice.

"Nothing but space. Head's up!" Angel Two said.

"Damn! He out-turned it!" Angel Six complained.

"Angel Five, Shack on the target!"

"Angel Four, Splash One, Kill confirmed."

"Angel Seven, Missile hit!"

The opening assault by Angel Squadron was, literally, hit or miss, but the damage dealt was enough to cause the remaining fighters in the enemy squadron to break formation, probably trying to split up and draw out their assailants. But out here, breaking formation was unwise outside of an immediate dogfight, and even then, no one should be dogfighting without support. When Relina saw this, she ordered, "This is Angel One. The enemy has broken formation. Take them out and blow through to the target co-ordinates."

"Yes, My Lady."

The Angels had spread out their formation only to peel off in two pairs and a triplet. Angels Three and Six broke off to take out one of the remaining enemies while Two and Seven did likewise. Relina and Angels Four and Five held a close formation as they sped out toward the planet. However, Relina would run down one of the remaining enemies in the formation they fired upon and soon began spiking the fighter on her radar.

"Angels, reference vector one-two-zero. Switching to SRAMs... Moving in." She said, switching from longer range attack missiles to shorter range, but higher yield ordinance. The enemy fighter was barely a few kilometres from her; she ran him down with tenacity. "Right where I want you.."

"Angel Four, one-two zero. acknowledged." Angel Four said, pulling back a bit, keeping her long-range missiles armed. She wasn't called 'Archer' for nothing.

"Angel Five, One-two-zero." Angel Five banked right to flank, her finger on her ion-cannon trigger.

The lock tone sounded clear and steady and Relina's thumb fell upon the missile trigger. "Angel one, sweet lock. Fox Two."

"Angel Four, Fox three."

Another Kill for Zhan was noted in the stress test logs. Angel Four's missile signal counted as a miss due to no target; Relina's had less distance. She had fired to make sure the enemy fighter didn't get away easily, however. As new friendly and hostile IFF signatures appeared, things were beginning to heat up. Hapan and SSC forces alike were reporting combat statistics already.

"Angel Seven, Kill confirmed." came "Blackout"'s voice over the comm. A torrent of blaster cannon tracking signals had rendered her quarry out of the wargame successfully.

"Good shot, Kid." Angel Two replied.

"Screech, Fox two!" Said Angel Three. "Hit!"

And then his target was taken out by Angel Six with a simulated ion-cannon burst, disabling the ship, according to statistics. "Target neutralised."

​"Accelerate to maximum speed. Blow through. Blow through!" Relina ordered, turning back toward the planet, throwing her throttle forward. The rest of the squadron followed suit. "Dragon One, do you copy? Follow us."

"That is some insane combat flying...." Garuda One commented, Impressed. "... I don't think I can look at Ducha Zhan the same way.."

"... It's as if the Angel of Death herself is out there..." Meteor One replied. "... Apollyon, the Slayer. She's the one that sank the Ballerophon in the last war, isn't she? The Battle of Stalsenek?"

"...Yeah..."
 
Blessed are the peacemakers
Objective 1:
Engaging in casual conversation with [member="Joza Perl"]


His eyes danced around her figure. Sized her up. Measured her. He couldn't get an exact read on her, besides her presence in the force. He craned his neck as she spoke, having exerted himself in the process of helping the refugees. Tracyn's time in the Jedi had not been much more than fighting Sith, or the Empires and factions that came after the Sith empire fell all those years ago.

Tracyn ran a hand through his hair.

"My name is Tracyn."

Last names were omitted. Tracyn didn't identify as a Mandalorian- so why keep the name?
 
Objective: Weapons Expo

Arisa stepped inside the half opened hangar with a small Ceraluen delegation representing the defense department. From the looks of it, venders were still setting up their wares, all manner of weaponry and military equipment being put on display. Outside on the tarmac, there were whole rows of vehicles and aircraft for soldiers and guests alike to examine.

"The contractors are certainly out in force today," Brigadier Landingham noted. "We honestly weren't expecting such attendance."

"It's not too often that manufacturers catch governments trying to replace the majority of their old stock at once," she explained. "So they're probably tripping over themselves trying to get dibs on establishing long term contracts."

The veteran commander was well versed in the area of procurement, one of the less glamorous aspects of the job. She actually recognized the faces of several vendors present, having entertained them on Voss and at Fort Medina not too long ago. That's why she now toured the floors with the Ceraluen general and his enterogue, providing impartial recommendations as a Jedi experienced in military affairs. She accepted nothing less than the very best for the Rangers, and would ensure the Ceraluens obtained the same for their specific needs.

Off into the distance, she could see Darren glitzy booth - he really wanted people to notice him. Though after personally expecting his wares (and acquiring some for the Rangers), she had little doubt that he would attract interest for his firm. She would try to eventually work herself over to her friend to see how he was doing at his first public event.

The first stop for Landingham would be in front of a booth Battlewell Security and Arms, represented by the CEO himself, Mr. KeCholo. The general smiled as he offered a hand to shake with the Duros.

"Good afternoon, I'm Brigadier Landingham with Contracting, and this is my associate General Yune of the Silver Jedi Order." Arisa nodded her head in acknowledgment then also raised her hand to follow up behind Landingham.

"So what do you have for us today?"

[member="KeCholo"] [member="Darren Torran"]
 
Objective 2
Location: Space above Ceraluen
[member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Leea Pandac"]

The unmistakable screech of ion engines could be heard, as an Aleph starfighter fell into formation alongside the other members of Rogue Squadron. Secured in the cockpit was Tugoro Taidarious, donning a beige colored flight suit which he had recently procured. It was sealed airtight and came with a life support box strapped to the chest harness, to ensure limited survival in the cold reaches of space. Tugoro had never considered such precautions in his youth, thinking himself invincible in the seat of his starfighter.

A foolish mistake made by a prideful boy. Many things had changed over time, and while he had matured a great deal, Tugoro was still excited to find that his ship was running smoothly. With the help of his apprentice, Tugoro had managed to finally get the Aleph back in the air, just in time to be reunited with his old rebel friends. Out of the circular transparisteel viewport, he could see fighters he recognized from years ago, bringing back some fond memories to the Jedi's mind.

"Rogue Five here," Tugoro stated after opening a channel, pausing for a brief second. "I forgot my S-foils at home." He had never been a big fan of X-wings, though he knew how to handle one thanks to the Flight Academy on Carida. Perhaps he would have to get one, sooner or later. For now, the man tried to keep his mind on the mission at hand, a bit disappointed after hearing it was some sort of exercise. Nevertheless, he was ready to help, somewhat content in knowing that they would at least be aiding the Silver Jedi in some manner.
 
Relina Zhan said:
[member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Nia Sol "] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Carona Totsari"] [member="Phelan Howell"] [member="Darren Torran"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="RC-0883"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Tracyn"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Lina Renning"] [member="Sko'saht"]

Relina read the report on her HUD's readout from the tracking modules, which would show whether the target was destroyed, let alone hit. She'd grin slightly as she read the report that her shot made the first kill of the engagement. "Angel One, Splash One. Kill confirmed."

"Missile shot trashed!" Angel Three said with a grit to his voice.

"Nothing but space. Head's up!" Angel Two said.

"Damn! He out-turned it!" Angel Six complained.

"Angel Five, Shack on the target!"

"Angel Four, Splash One, Kill confirmed."

"Angel Seven, Missile hit!"

The opening assault by Angel Squadron was, literally, hit or miss, but the damage dealt was enough to cause the remaining fighters in the enemy squadron to break formation, probably trying to split up and draw out their assailants. But out here, breaking formation was unwise outside of an immediate dogfight, and even then, no one should be dogfighting without support. When Relina saw this, she ordered, "This is Angel One. The enemy has broken formation. Take them out and blow through to the target co-ordinates."

"Yes, My Lady."

The Angels had spread out their formation only to peel off in two pairs and a triplet. Angels Three and Six broke off to take out one of the remaining enemies while Two and Seven did likewise. Relina and Angels Four and Five held a close formation as they sped out toward the planet. However, Relina would run down one of the remaining enemies in the formation they fired upon and soon began spiking the fighter on her radar.

"Angels, reference vector one-two-zero. Switching to SRAMs... Moving in." She said, switching from longer range attack missiles to shorter range, but higher yield ordinance. The enemy fighter was barely a few kilometres from her; she ran him down with tenacity. "Right where I want you.."

"Angel Four, one-two zero. acknowledged." Angel Four said, pulling back a bit, keeping her long-range missiles armed. She wasn't called 'Archer' for nothing.

"Angel Five, One-two-zero." Angel Five banked right to flank, her finger on her ion-cannon trigger.

The lock tone sounded clear and steady and Relina's thumb fell upon the missile trigger. "Angel one, sweet lock. Fox Two."

"Angel Four, Fox three."

Another Kill for Zhan was noted in the stress test logs. Angel Four's missile signal counted as a miss due to no target; Relina's had less distance. She had fired to make sure the enemy fighter didn't get away easily, however. As new friendly and hostile IFF signatures appeared, things were beginning to heat up. Hapan and SSC forces alike were reporting combat statistics already.

"Angel Seven, Kill confirmed." came "Blackout"'s voice over the comm. A torrent of blaster cannon tracking signals had rendered her quarry out of the wargame successfully.

"Good shot, Kid." Angel Two replied.

"Screech, Fox two!" Said Angel Three. "Hit!"

And then his target was taken out by Angel Six with a simulated ion-cannon burst, disabling the ship, according to statistics. "Target neutralised."

​"Accelerate to maximum speed. Blow through. Blow through!" Relina ordered, turning back toward the planet, throwing her throttle forward. The rest of the squadron followed suit. "Dragon One, do you copy? Follow us."

"That is some insane combat flying...." Garuda One commented, Impressed. "... I don't think I can look at Ducha Zhan the same way.."

"... It's as if the Angel of Death herself is out there..." Meteor One replied. "... Apollyon, the Slayer. She's the one that sank the Ballerophon in the last war, isn't she? The Battle of Stalsenek?"

"...Yeah..."
"I copy" He responded as he would move into formation with the Angel Squadron once he had caught up, readying the systems that had been installed on the Dragon for the sake of this exercise.

He would gingerly begin to lock onto a ship that had entered his scanners, a grin slowly forming across his lips as he would prepare to open fire...
 

Leah Winsclav

Pinkie Extended, Tea Sipping
Objective: Arrive with commissioned fleet of transport ships for [member="Arisa Yune"]

Leah was currently on her way into the airspace of this area, one might thing she was manning a small invasion fleet with the amount of ships she was directing. However, these sleek designs were those of rescue, the silver grey hulls hid away the systems that could be used to put many people on ice for an easy transportation throughout space. The ships would be able to hold up to 50,000 people between all 300 of them. She had some extra time and ability to develop the ships, which meant she was able to surpass the spectications a little.

Without further delay, the fleet of transport ships would begin to descend, most of them remaining hovering in the low atmosphere to preserve space on the ground. However, approximately 5 of the ships landed alongside Leah's.
 

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