Pale Blue Dot [SJO Dominion of Ceraluen Hex]

[Nia Sol]

Objective 1 - Triage:
Allies: [member="Carona Totsari"], [member="Kaiza Pawaro"]

'I'm sorry I didn't mean to frightened you." she said to the Togruta, upon seeing her she couldn't help but blush a little. "my stars, she's beautiful, I've never met a Togruta in person."

Her attention was then drawn to Kaiza who spoke “Hi, Nia, nice to meet you, just help us unpack these supplies from the boxes. I’m Kaiza, by the way,” she was then introduced to the Togruta “And this is Carona. She only speaks telepathically, but don’t worry, she’s really good at it!”

The three padawans set to work as Kaiza went back to her conversation with Carona.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Ceraluen
Objective: Provide aid
Post: 3
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Carona Totsari"] | [member="Kaiza Pawaro"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Cath Lorr"]
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With a polite smile, Stephanie took the hand of [member="Phelan Howell"] and shook it, holding back her satchel so it didn’t swing around. As the man spoke, she looked around at the set-up, squinting as she turned around to face the sun, hand across her brow to shield it.

It was a strong camp, and there was a good sense of communication flowing and competent people leading the way. Jedi were not acting like Jedi today, they were acting as normal people. It was nice to see and a testament to the Silver Jedi way.

"Thank you, Phelan. I’ll take a walk, and I’ll check back with you. If you need me, you shout, ok?"

She smiled and nodded to the fellow Padawan, before looping her hands around the satchel straps and slowly walking between the camps.

Phelan’s words stuck in her mind. A healer. She wasn’t a trained healer. She had provided basic first-aid, but he was evidently a healer. She was not. There was a difference between applying a bandage once to providing aid in the field. One was far nobler than the other.

Blowing a sharp breath up her face to push a loose strand of hair, Stephanie shouted out.

"Fresh supplies! Fresh supplies!"

She must have looked stupid.

"Here to help!"

 

[KeCholo]

The Duros took out his cigar and offered a handshake to both the general and [member="Arisa Yune"]. His grip was more firm to the general than the lady, Ke'Cholo was rather crude when it came to manners, but he knew not the break a lady's hand. The Duros waited for the pair to finish speaking before leading them around on a tour of his section of the hanger.

''This,'' he began, pointing to a HC3-High Capacity Cargo Carrier ''is something I think you'll particularly like. It's a cargo truck you can use to shuttle your men around, or weapons ammunition, you get the idea. Just a really powerful truck, no guns, all horsepower.'' Ke'Cholo then strode from the truck over to another display.

''Right here is something the two of you would ride in. It's called a HPCB which stands for High Personnel Combat Buggy. Get's you from point A to B, and pretty quick too, top speed is 180 kilos an hour. Obviously has the machine gun turret up top, holds a driver and a gunner.'' Ke'Cholo took a hard drag from his cigar.

''General, this is something you won't want to miss out on.'' Ke'Cholo made a sweeping motion to a MAU-Mobile Artillery Unit. ''We call it the MAU, stands for Mobile Artillery Unit. We have extreme variation in this product, you can slap AA guns or heavy artillery or make it a slow moving troop transport. Crown jewel of our product line and we can make twice as many as you need in half the time you need them by.'' Ke'Cholo let out a hearty laugh, he made that last part up.

''And lastly,'' Ke'Cholo handed each of them a holopad. ''This is our category of mercenaries, the best this side of Coruscant.'' The holopad showed the various troops and units Ke'Cholo had at his beckon call. Once the two had time to browse through, he spoke up.

''So, what interests you?''

 

[Joza Perl]

Objective: 1
Location: Ceraluen Refugee Camp
Post #: 4
Engaging: [member="Tracyn"]

Joza smiled warmly in the face of the stone cold man. “Good to meet you, Tracyn. Have you been with the Silver Jedi for long?”

Before he had the chance to answer, a flash of something caught her eye. Joza turned her head in time to see a little girl peering over one of the crates at them. Dirty clothes, greasy hair, no shoes—she certainly fit the bill for refugee.

The Zeltron knelt to the ground, speaking softly to the girl. “Hello little one—we’re here to help you. Can you come closer please?” The child seemed hesitant, eyes darting between the two big people and then off to the side in nerves.

“Tracyn, could you grab a nutrient bar from the crate to your right? I think she might be hungry.” Joza continue to speak in a gentle tone, eyes not leaving the little girl who lingered to the side.

 

[Alan]

Objective 1
Avec madame [member="Joza Perl"]
I forgot to do post counts


"Since my wife died. She and Thurion were close."

Asha's death sprung a sort of rebirth in Tracyn, an attempt to find solace and comfort in what the Silver Jedi had to offer. Tracyn, however, could not let his demons go, and he fared no better than he did without the Silver Jedi, if only by a slight margin. Tracyn had no home, no real place of dwelling, and the Silver Jedi's main accomplishment was giving him a place to live. Not that Tracyn lived directly off of the Silver Jedi- he had enough credits saved up from his mercenary days to live a comfortable life. He just preferred to live it in Silver Jedi space, compared to other places.

Tracyn dropped to a knee, having picked a cocoa nutrient bar from the box. He held it out front of the little girl, before holding his palms flat. With a little sleight of hand, he made the bar disappear between his hands. The girl looked at his hands, before he turned his palms back over, and the bar reappeared. She smiled and took it, but didn't say anything. Despite his violent nature, Tracyn was good with children. It was mainly due to the fact that he only knew his son as a child- the tragedy that befell Tracyn robbed him of his son's ascent into adulthood. He wasn't even sure if he was alive.

"What about you?"

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Leah Winsclav"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [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 and her Squadron headed straight for the planet itself, accellerating to maximum speed. They would only brake to enter the atmosphere. Their insertion point put them at 6 kilometres from the comm tower's Air Defense Engagement Zone. ​"Accelerate to hypersonic velocity. As soon as we penetrate their ADEZ, break formation in pairs and engage any interceptors on sight. All weapons authorised." Relina ordered, pushing her throttle forward gradually.

"Wilco!" Angel Two replied.

The SLAM system activated, gradually bringing the Angels' speed up through several Mach barriers. On board computer vocals would mark each threshold. "... Mach One....Mach Two.... Mach Three... Mach Four.... Mach Five..."

By the time the fighters reached Mach Two, the forward swept wings of the Terminus starfighters folded inward to form a sleek delta-wing profile for the ship, reducing drag beyond what the forward shields provided. A turbulent draft formed from the speeding ships' bow shock, the ships going so fast that it would be several seconds before anyone on the ground below could hear the ships' distinctive staccato engine noise, let alone any sonic booms.

 

[Kal Visna]

Objective: Stress Testing

Kal managed to sneak through the station undetected and all that remained was to enter the main room, hidden from view, he could see the Engineer and the warden leaving it in a hurry... Now that he thinks about it, there were more instances when soldiers where in a hurry in this place, could it mean they found the body? it was useless to think about this right now, Kal ran to the door opening it with the force then closing it after he entered the room just as fast.

The room was empty, behind the computer in the front was a window, not a wall, same thing applies for the sides, one could have a view over the place from here, even if the humans down there were so tiny. Perishing the thought, he went to the computer furiously pressing the buttons, it didn't take long until eventually the communications were down and all the energy in the station was shut down. After that, he swiftly turned to his communicator "Kal Visna, reporting in, Ceraluen Comms Station is down, I suppose it would be too excessive to destroy the console during training so I'll just pretend I destroyed it? Yeah..."

With that sorted, he left the command room and attempted to leave the place at speed but the soldiers were already on their way to the command center, this was no matter of mere sneaking anymore, without a second thought, Kal begun deflecting the blaster fire coming his way, he'd sometimes hit enemy soldiers but he didn't care much for the fight. the troopers where having the exists well guarded, but he had an exit of his own, as soon as he arrived at the same level with the broken window, he used to it to get out of the building. Struggling to loose the enemy troops, Kal did not hesitate to take the most strange and unrelated routes possible as he ran. They were relentless, but he was not about to give up, as he finally left the base, they finally begun to loose his track.

The firepower they had would've been enough to take him down fortunately the aerial patrols have no idea what has transpired with no one to tell them, the lack of communication played a great role in his escape, no soldier had any way of announcing the others. On his way to the ship, Kal begun assessing the situation, his objective was now Fort Armour, with the communications disrupted it it shouldn't be as hard as it could be, even so it was probably better defended.

 

[Joza Perl]

Objective: 1
Location: Ceraluen Refugee Camp
Post #: 5
Engaging: [member="Tracyn"]

A sympathetic frown tilted her lips. It certainly wasn’t something she’d expected to hear, but then again it wasn’t uncommon for Jedi and the like to suffer losses.

“I’m sorry to hear that Tracyn, really.”

She remained kneeling, watching with interest as the man also knelt closer to the ground and produced a little magic trick with the nutrient bar. While the little girl still seemed wary, her nerves faded a bit after she started eating.

Joza thought how to respond for a moment, choosing her words carefully.

“A while. I was much more involved years ago, but I left to pursue other interests.”

She idly watched the girl who had sat down a few feet from them, engrossed in the first meal she’d had in a long time—an educated guess based on how quickly she was devouring the mediocre nutrition bar.

“I come to help where and when I can.”

Not always easy given then aggressive state of the galaxy and her own personal obligations.

 

[Alan]

Objective 1
Post ...
W/ [member="Joza Perl"]

Sympathy. He hated it. Hated the way everyone looked at him after they found the tragedies in his life. Hated the way their words fell onto his ears- it stung, stung with the painful memory and the pity that he had to endure. He was not a pitiful man, and hated being looked that way. Like he was weak. Like he hadn't overcome the pain himself.

"Everyone usually is sorry."

He watched the little girl munch on the bar, and handed her another from the box. They had a plethora, so he did not feel guilty or that it was going to be giving out another. He turned and his icy-gray gaze fell on the Zeltron. He stood tall, running his fingers through the girl's hair. Joza could tell right away his parental bonds- although, Tracyn did not mention his son Kobe. Or the loss of him.

"I have found that wherever the galaxy goes, it's usually cyclic. I've stopped fighting and intervening. Now, I suppose I am content to live out my days in somberness."