Party in the Taanab! - SJO Dominion of Taanab

[Áine]

Objective 2 | Wearing: [xxx] | [member=Hisashi]​

A wave of heat washed over Áine, putting a genuine smile on her face. The crowds around them hummed with pleasant conversation and, despite the war that had raged on the very ground they walked, an air of happiness. It seemed that no matter the situation, good food and good company always lifted the spirits. The people of Tanaab were especially pleased. Pleased for the fact that the fighting was done, that they could make a fresh start, and that the Order and the Confederacy were so willing to provide them with the chance to do so.

Áine grinned at her companion, lifting the vibrantly coloured drink to her lips. 'I don't think I've ever seen a drink so colourful. Everything I've ever tried has been red.' She followed her statement with an exploratory sip of the fruity cocktail. Despite knowing each other for such a sort amount of time, Áine was quickly growing fond of Hisashi. He had saved her life on more than one occasion and had been the one to bring her into the Confederacy, a place which she was quickly finding a home in. She was grateful for him in more ways than one, and they were rarely seen without each other. He was her shadow and she was his.

But, with little opportunity to spend time together away from missions, she was eager to enjoy his company away from all of that. Whilst there was work still to be done on Tanaab to ensure it was thriving once more, Áine had insisted they attend the barbecue. At least for a little while. The sun was too hot to ignore, and the atmosphere too pleasant to stray from. What's more, Hisashi looked comfortable. He looked happy. There were no lines of worry etched into his forehead, nor was he wearing the serious expression he saved for thought. Happiness suited him.

She was sure that he would eventually drag them away to carry out their orders, but she was going to make this last for as long as she could.

 

[WolfMortum]

Objective 4: BYOO - Reconnaissance Patrol.
Location: Perimeter of Silver and Confederacy Forces LZ.

While an invite to the party would have been nice, Benjamin Cassidy had instead found himself walking alongside a few of his peers in the Antarian Rangers Corps. Tasked with reconnaissance over Taanab, the world had only recently been a haven for hostiles before the Confederacy of Independent Systems had cleared the way for the Order of the Silver Jedi to come in and enrich the lives of those whom had been affected by the violence, or otherwise been restricted under the regime of terrorism he'd heard was the way of their former occupants.

Taanab was certainly a welcome change compared to Drogheda, though Ben was still growing accustomed to being around so many hard assed authoritarian types, let alone being within their ranks. He'd escaped the law of his home-world though at the cost of his freedom regardless, as he now found himself part of some military outfit that rather contradicted his usual 'anything goes' attitude. It wasn't that he was a bad kind of a bloke, mind you, he just hadn't seen eye to eye with the law in the past.

Armed with his Six-shooters upon his hips, his rifle in both arms and barrel to the ground, he moved in alongside his fellow Rangers as they crossed one of the fields that carried the scars of the past battle. Orbital strikes had decimated the farmland, and now the Silver Jedi were coming in to restore the afflicted area's. For the Rangers however, it was their mission to clear out any stragglers of the Clans of Mandalore before the humanitarian operations could begin in each sector.

So far, it had been pretty relaxed. And Benjamin had to admit that the pay was good.

 

[Adron Malvern]

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Objective: 2 | Tags: Violet Kianar | Outfit: This​

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He was yet a dark lord of the Sith. It was known among the Viceroyalty of the man's powers and that of his master. They were Sith. in title and practice, yet many of the Viceroyalty dismissed the stories as eccentricity or fable. Many had not seen them first hand. The ferocity on the battlefield, the mysticism of their power. For Adron, he used his abilities at his leisure and each moment was different. Yet, there was one power that was ever in use. With a sip of his whiskey he took in the flavorful liquor as well as the thoughts that betrayed the woman beside him. He took notice to the trickle of blood that ran down her skin. He said nothing. Her thoughts were enough for him. She was eager to leave, to escape. Why? She was composed, thoughtful, and seemed rather at home with the event. So why would she be so anxious?

Time would tell.

"The history did not concern me, merely the taste." His voice was like silver and silk wrapped and formed into one perfect tone. He was suave and paced, yet he held a reserved demeanor about him. He snapped his fingers to the droid, gesturing for another glass. The bartender was swift as he poured a glass for the young woman. She was quite young to be a Viceroy, but there had actually been a number of young Viceroys among the Confederacy. They were some of the most impressive and some of the most inconsequential. He listened to the woman's words, running a hand along his chin as he considered them. "Morale is important, especially for the common people. They do not see the edges of the map expand, they merely see their brothers and daughters gone for months at a time, some never to return. Some world see it as a valiant crusade, while others see it as nothing more than frivolous warmongering. They are as correct as they are incorrect."

"What do you think of this war, Viceroy?" His question was leveled and with it came a weight that he was intent on her recognizing.

He took another sip of the whiskey, offering a brief smile at the liquid before looking back to the rest of the party. More and more gathered to enjoy the festivities. There was one in particular that the Exarch was searching for, but he paid it little mind when his eyes did not find what they searched for. "I'm curious. Now that you are Viceroy, what do you plan to do for your planet? Or are you content with drinking in the status quo?"

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Objective 2

Tags: [member="Atasihd Zi"] [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]

Reggie realized that he had cut someone off on his way to Master Dragonsflame, noticing the abrupt stop and the sandwiche almost falling out of the man's hand. The Padawan quickly turned to him and bowed in apology.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to cut you off like that. I'll pay more attention to my surroundings from here on out."

He was embarrassed and wanted to make amends immediately, especially since the man didn't seem too happy about it. Reggie expected some words to come his way, but it never came. Instead, he watched as the Torguta took a bite out of his sandwich, the Padawan taking it as a sign that everything was fine. He smiled and decided to make some conversation.

"That sandwich sure looks good though. How's the taste?"

 

[Kat Decoria]

Objective: 3 - Purple Heart
Peeps: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
Location: Taanab surface

The CIS were victorious in their attack on Taanab, Kat could still hear the screams of her fellow pilots, she had lost several lives during the invasion. Kat wasn't sure how she felt about it all but she knew that she was overwhelmed with the loss of life. She was wearing Jedi robes, she was representing the Order on a coalition mission with the CIS to restore Taanab back to the farming paradise that it had been. Stretching, Kat stroked her robes, she hated wearing them but she wasn't feeling her own clothes today. Today, she decided to go traditional and see how she felt about that. Walking around the area, Kat inspected a few of the new equipment and tech that the CIS were bringing to Taanab. It was definitely something interesting and a few of the items gave Kat new ideas for where she wanted to take her company in the future with ideas and items.

While others were enjoying their festival and helping the people of Taanab, Kat knew that she needed to do something more practical to change her thoughts from the worries of events in the last few days. Holding her hands on her hips, Kat was curious where she should start first. She had grabbed some of her Rescue Rangers, the elite squad weren't needed here but the Rescue Rangers could provide support and help with the construction of the new equipment. It was part of their duty so Kat was interested in how well they would work with the CIS. Perhaps, she could persuade the CIS to use them in future.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Cranky, maybe, but it didn’t matter. The Mandalorians were pushed back, and the Confederacy was here to do penance, it seemed. That was a start, but was it really good enough? Starchaser wasn’t so sure. The Jedi Master looked over at Navi as the cat ran into the grass. It was weird to see, a simple creature running through what only days ago was a warzone. And hours before that, a working farm. It was sad, really. These people were caught in the cross fire, and while they may have supported the Mandalore regime, it wasn’t really that they were taking up arms.

The war had gone too far, and that was the Paladin of the Jedi saying that. It meant it had gone too far. Too many people were pulled in. The Confederacy were run by Sith, but they actively seemed to make an effort. Maybe their next war could be cleaner and not a complete disaster. Still, it wasn’t his place. He had his own wars, and the Coalition fought to be precise against the Sith Empire.

Apparently not everyone did.

Looking at the pair with him, Allya, who he knew, and the other one, he quirked up an eyebrow. “No short straw. But sometimes a Jedi can help mend wounds by fixing things. Least I can do after what the war caused.” He was with Confederates, it wasn’t normally like him to watch his tongue, but he was representing the Silver Jedi here.

“Check in on the farmers, we need to see what we can do. But be cautious as who you say you’re with. They seemed to not have evacuated properly.” He took the axe and hit a block of wood. “Structure is all sorts of ruined. Not to mention any crop yield.” Not exactly anything he knew kark about but, it wouldn’t hurt to help.

HIs regular can-do and ready and almost bright attitude was not here.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Krystal Estain"]

 

[Althea Becket]

Objective 4: BYOO
Location: Becket Family Ranch

“Daddy!” Althea called, spotting her father. The old man stood by what used to be their front door, now just a pile of blackened ash. Her brothers were huddled nearby, sifting through the wreckage. Thea stopped, her vision blurred by the tears that had formed. It was a terrible sight.

“There's my girl,” Her father said, moving over to embrace his only daughter.

For the first time in a long time, Thea cried on his shoulder.

“Now, now...” He said, patting her hair. “Don't worry your head on this, Thea. We'll make it through.”

Finally pulling away, Thea wiped her face on her sleeves. Her family home, the place where she'd grown up... it was really gone. It was difficult to fathom, and the conflict within her resulted in... anger, which was altogether rare for Thea. Cheeks red, she turned to her father.

“But, how...” She started, the emotion choking her. “How could they do this? It-it wasn't even the Mandalorians, was it?”

As she understood it, the Silver Order had stepped in to put things right, which was a relief. Thea's eyes searched her father's weathered face, the lines around his eyes quite visible today. He sighed, pushed his large-brimmed hat back and rubbed his forehead.

“No, you're right – it wasn't them,” He said. “But, coulda been worse. They coulda killed us all.”

Thea paused, the thought struck her in the heart. Her eyes dropped from the wreck of their home and looked instead towards the dusty ground at her feet. She supposed it was just the price of war, innocent people got hurt. But, it seemed the Becket family was pulling together to take things in stride, as painful as it was.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmnkffEM0fY​

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Objectives: Rebuild​

Equipment: Jumpsuit​

Tags: [member="Krystal Estain"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]​

She nodded to Coren and moved over to one of the transports his people had brought. There she took off her heavy Beskar'gam, and instead, was clad only in her jumpsuit. No longer the armored soldier, her youthful face was fully visible. Dirty, tired, pained, and barely older than the first time she had met Coren. Allya limped heavily as she continued to walk on the broken leg. Though, she had splinted it earlier, to keep the worst of the damage from taking hold.

“Alright, Master Starchaser.” Looking to the entire world like a small teenager, she walked up to the farmers and began to talk. Her arms waved around a bit, and articulated what she said. “Yeah, we have food and medicine for you guys. New seeds as well, we can help get you through the winter. Don't worry.” Her voice was so gentle, and soothing, it was difficult to image they were talking to a dark side soldier. For Coren, the dark side would cling to her, however it wasn't the same corrupted feeling that most Sith would give off. It was there....but its own brand of flavor.

“Mmm, I understand. Don't worry. No one is going to hurt you. Promise.” Allya gave the couple the most charming smile she possibly could, in her tired, pained state. When done, she pressed the smaller comm unit on her wrist and spoke into it. “Yeah, another farm. Buildings destroyed, crops gone. We will need to provide food, medicine, and seeds. Master Starchasers team is helping to build the structure. Thanks.”

With that, she limped back over to the Jedi, to help him with his tasks. One by one, the soldiers took off their armor and laid down their weapons. Many of them shared the same face. Clones of a powerful warrior, who made up the majority of the Dauntless forces. Several of them moved over to Allya. “Adjudant...you need to rest.”

Allya just shoot her head. “Those in charge, have a responsibility to see the job through to its end. We suffer, so that others do not have to. We caused this. I caused this. I ordered much of the damage done. I will see to it that it is repaired. That their lives can continue with as little hiccup as possible. This will be traumatizing to them, but they will not suffer from it. It's my duty.” Her dark eyes closed a moment. Perhaps she took on her fathers burdens too much. But she was the daughter of Darth Metus. She had chosen her path, to lead at the side of the people of the confederacy. “Come on. Let's help move that wall into place. Master Starchaser. Can you help us?” She pointed in the distance. A group of people were attempting to fix a barn, to bring the roof up, and slide the walls back under it, then to secure it. She looked over her shoulder at Kat and her troops. “You are most welcome as well. As are you!” The girl nodded to Krystal with a brilliant smile. “Come on. Little steps. One at a time.”

 

[Kiff Brayde]

Objective II​

Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Violet Kianar"]​

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Tanaab had been one of the more hectic battles that Kiff had taken apart of over the course of his short service record with the Confederacy Defense Force. Sure, he'd watch giant worms tunnel through the rock and core of Eshan, and seen dreadnaughts equipped with stealth drives that likely rivaled whatever tech they kept hidden away in the Ministry of Secrets. Yet, nothing came close to two-million X-Wing snubfighters piloted by furry Ewoks. After such an ordeal, Kiff had decided that he needed a good drink. Something strong enough to help him process what exactly had happened in Tanaab's orbit, and to keep his sanity intact. Slowly, he walked towards the bartender, this one a droid in some fancy suit. "A Pamarthe Storm Brewer, please," he said to the droid who wordlessly nodded and began pouring alcohol into seperate shakers, mixing them around before adding them to a low-rimmed glass. Nodding his thanks, the High Marshal grabbed the glass with a single hand and took a long drink.

Electricity coursed down his throat as he set down the glass, his head feeling much clearer. He nodded his thanks again before standing up from the bar, looking around to see if there were any familiar faces. Campaigns had not left a lot of time for Kiff to socialize among his fellow Confederates, and he knew that instances like these were prime to capitalize on. Of course, Kiff's eye couldn't miss the tall frame of the Exarch [member="Adron Malvern"], chatting with some unknown Viceroyal. Sensing a good opportunity to make two new friends, Kiff elbowed his way through the crowd until he was standing in front of the pair; the Exarch with his dark hair and blue eyes, and the smaller, slimmer Viceroyal that stood next to each other. Kiff gave a rather informal salute -- they were at a party after all, and technically the Exarch was in a different chain of command -- but it never hurt to be courteous. Standing at ease, he extended his hand to the taller man. "Exarch Malvern, I'm High Marshal Kiff Brayde. I don't believe we've met, but we served during the Invasion together," Kiff said, nodding to orbit. Not to be rude, he turned and gave a polite nod to the Viceroyal. "And I believe that we have not had the pleasure of meeting?" he said by way of introduction to the Viceroyal.

 

[Aida Aquila]

Objective 4: Byoo, Community Garden
(Will be joining 2 later on)
Location: Rural town

Aida swept forward, the elegant Jedi Master stuck out like a sore thumb here. The hardworking men and women of Taanab wore hardy clothing, well suited for their work in the fields. A few men stepped to the side as she passed, tipping their hats respectfully. The blonde offered them a friendly nod, and paused at the edge of their newly tilled field.

Though she was amiable, her sharp blue eyes and aloof air seemed to intimidate some. But, Aida let her aura do the work – a calm, reassuring flow. “Shall we?” She asked, canting her head slightly, a soft smile lingering on her lips.

With that, she took up a flat of lettuce plants and made for the raised beds. The last nails had just been hammered into place. Aida gently set the plants down on the ground, and squinted towards the large pile of rich soil that had been delivered that morning. Of course, she could easily have used the force to lift enough to fill the garden bed... but she didn't wish to unsettle any of the townsfolk.

Instead, she took hold of a wheel burrow and brought it over. A few chuckled in a good-natured sort of way, Aida joined them. A couple of young men stepped forward, shovels in hand, to help fill her wheel burrow up with soil – a kind gesture that Aida appreciated.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Reggie Faayare"] - [member="Atasihd Zi"]

The Jedi Master regarded Reggie with a calm nod of his head and what he could manage of a small smile. He could tell that Reggie was troubled, it was written all over his face. What was troubling him though, he was unsure of. The fact he had been absent from the battle hadn't crossed Josh's mind. Every Jedi was doing something useful, regardless of whether or nor they were involved in a big battle. Josh had missed plenty of big battles, after all, they weren't usually for him. This had just been an exception.

"Reggie, it's good to see you" He spoke softly, before leaning a bit on his cane so he could motion toward Jason. "You've met my son in passing but I don't think you've been properly introduced. This is Jason. Jason, this is Reggie."

Jason stared at Reggie a moment but didn't seem to recognize him. It was then that another man that Josh wasn't sure if he recognized approached. [member="Atasihd Zi"] had nearly bowled into Reggie, and Josh tilted his head slightly at the commotion as Reggie apologized. He dropped a bit of his sandwich, and he was clearly annoyed at that, not that he could blame him.

"I could go for something to eat, hopefully my sense of taste returns by the time I get there. You're both free to join me if you wish" He offered, deciding to find some way to make good on the man's loss of sandwich.

 

[Krystal]

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Objective: Purple Heart
Tags: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

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The guilt that Krystal shouldered was a different feeling than that of Allya, so eager to fulfil her duty to the Confederacy and the world as a whole. It was different, too, than the judgements the Jedi harboured (though of course she did not know this) for Krystal did not concern herself with the politics of her wars. As far as she was concerned, her superiors in the Confederacy were such for a reason -- she held complete faith in each of them, and in every decision that they so made. No, it was closer to the young lady's, for she too had a feeling of duty owed -- it was simply that by now, it was far too late to pay it back.

Krystal did not comment on Allya's lead, nor did she speak to the poor couple who remained on the planet. For all their lead in anticipating the invasion, the Mandalorians certainly did a poor enough job of evacuating them. Perhaps this gave insight into their priorities, Krystal thought.

Or perhaps they had simply refused to leave.

She probably shouldn't have said anything to the Jedi to start with, for certainly he would judge her now too (though she simply meant to ask why he would not put his certain talent towards more complex tasks). She worked in silence now, simply attempting to rebuild what had been destroyed. Allya certainly needed rest, but Krystal had heard enough of the daughter of Darth Metus to know that she would not take it if she were taking her last breath.

That is not to say, of course, that Krystal liked the woman. Little steps, she thought patronizingly. I'm not here to take little steps, miss. I won't take my time repairing what has been destroyed. And besides, not all of us are eleven.

But she spoke not. She would listen, and she would help, but she would no longer draw attention to herself.

Of course she couldn't escape the Confederate importants on Tanaab.

After all, didn't the Mandalorians find that out the hard way?

 

[Jeanne-Marie Antoinette]

Objective: 2
Outfit:

Spoiler

Tags: Open


The chaos that once filled the streets of Taanab, had been replaced by hope. The people of this beautiful farm world suffered atrocities that most would not even wish upon their enemies. Although the war that had engulfed Taanab had been resolved, the people still had their struggles. A lot of damage had been done during the CIS' invasion of the planet and they were now doing their part to aid the citizens. The CIS asked the Duchess of the CIS world, Bestine IV to travel to Taanab and join in with the rebuilding and festivities.

A soft smile formed on Faye's lips as she watched a group of people planting trees together. Normally, most people would not even bat an eye at a scene like this. Gardening is an everyday occurrence and something that most would consider mundane. However watching people, from all walks of life, work together to help people at no cost really warmed her heart. Faye had spent most of the day doing official CIS business which finally had come to an end, and she finally had time to unwind. Joining the group of citizens planting trees in the warmth of Taanab's air was a perfect way for Faye to wind down after a busy day.

Faye's lovely view was interrupted by a soft pat on her shoulder. Turning around, with the smile still present on her lips, she saw her lady in waiting and close friend standing behind her. "My lady, you have been out here on official business all day. Allow me to take you somewhere more fun!". Faye's brow furrowed playfully, her tone became inquisitive. "More fun? what sort of place are you suggesting?". Faye's lady in waiting giggled and grabbed her arm, directing her to Faye's small private shuttle.

The shuttle pulled up to a bar that a lot of people frequenting. This was unfamiliar territory for Faye. Pretty much all of her life was spent at the court of Bestine IV where even thinking about bars would have gotten you in trouble. This was not Bestine IV however, and her strict Vassals and court staff had been left behind on her homeworld. When Faye exited the shuttle and realised where she was, she turned to her Lady in Waiting giggling. "A bar? seriously? the court will have a fit".
Her lady in waiting rolled her eyes playfully. "What happens on Taanab stays on Taanab, my lady. Go in without me. I'll take care of the Vassals back home who are desperately trying to get a hold of you". Faye gave her lady in waiting a gently rub on the arm and made her way to the bar.

This was unfamiliar territory for Faye. Having never been to a bar, she was not really sure of the protocol. Faye was virtually unknown to the people of Taanab, so moving through the bar was fairly easy for her. The only thing that turned a few heads was her large elegant dress which would be perfect for the court of Bestine IV but a little out of place for a bar. Faye stood at the bar, looking around and smiling at the sight of people forgetting their troubles and having a good time. "Can i get you something to drink ma'am?" Faye turned around to see a droid bartender. "Oh, something weak please...i'm not much of a drinker. Perhaps a fruity cocktail?" The droid nodded and fetched her drink. It was brightly colored and you could smell the sweetness. Faye was not at all used to alcohol and when she took her first sip of her drink, it caused her to cough a little.

Faye was not sure what she would get into today. All she knew was that she was going to make the most of her time away from being the Duchess of Bestine IV.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective 1 and 3: Operation Green Thumb
Allies: SJO, CIS

The main problem with urban farming was that the ruined buildings needed to be rebuilt before the equipment for making the farming happen so all he could do at this point was to deploy molecular furnaces for recycling the damaged duracrete. And, of course, bulldozers as well as other demolition equipment, to clear out the debris. All of that equipment would be deployed in a second AT-AT barge that followed closely the first one. But the deal still was that the Gungan would supply the urban farming equipment and the Confederates would undertake the reconstruction proper. For the time being, he would just need to clear out the land. The road to recovery would be long, and he knew that this region's stability is fragile, with tensions rising against the Mandos on other fringe Mando worlds. But in the post-Mando environment, getting the goodwill of the local population meant that any allies needed to do their utmost to get the planet back on track, to the extent it was feasible. Food was another issue altogether, but nevertheless relevant to the Gungan.

 

[Atasihd Zi]

Location: At the BBQ
Objective: Eat?

Sid shook his head at [member="Reggie Faayare"] stating he'd be sure to be more aware of his surroundings. The mauling still affected the Togruta in some ways, his thoughts drifting back through the past few months at the most inopportune moments. They could both do with being more aware, and he knew his awareness would return to normal, given time and effort, but he didn't know the boy at all, to say the same thing for him. Still, the apology and stated effort to do better went a ways in improving his mood beyond the mild incident. He swallowed.

"Good, yes," he agreed, in deep, accented basic, "the nerf steak isn't too well done."

He could eat just the steak ten times over. He was a carnivore, as all Togruta were, but not an obligate one. Tasting other flavours was acceptable, once in a while. But in all honesty, raw was best. He flashed a full mouth of canines at the boy, grinning, and would have offered a piece of his own sandwich as an apology of his own, if not for the invitation from [member="Josh Dragonsflame"].

"Gladly," he lifted the sandwich in a manner of toasting the idea, "I will need more of these," and he tore off another large bite.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi was nodding. “We’ll make it work, little Vi’dreya.” He smiled. She’d been close to one of his Jedi, and he knew that he had a strong impact on her. What he was hoping for her was coming to pass, a bit of remorse, and able to understand the difference between good and evil. Dark Jedi were aggressive, but even in his older age, he knew they had their use, and maybe he could find purpose for them. The Sith on the other hand, that counterposed anything he stood for.

He nodded and motioned for the Peacekeepers to help Allya and her team. There were local farms and local citizens here. He had been standing with a few men from the small village, and the farm. Clearing the debris was important, and he could move the branches, with the Force. But making the debris into something useful? That was going to be a different thing. They could help restore things to normal, but upgrades would help only so far.

The Confederacy and Silvers were going to need to leave behind experts to train. The Coalition would provide some training, but most of their power sources were really set up for the Rim and the people who needed to expand their capabilities fast. But assisting with clearing the land of debris, that he could do.

When Allya called for assistance, he nodded. Leaving the axe in the wood, he and a pair of Peacekeepers approached. He was not going to be using the Force. It would serve better to lead by example that the Jedi could be like the rest of the galaxy, and didn’t always need to reach out to the Force. He saw Krystal and Kat and nodded, if they wanted to come along, or continue as they were.

"You coming?" He asked Krystal. More the merrier, and maybe he could learn something of the Confederate overlords.

[member="Krystal Estain"]
[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

OBJECTIVE: A little of everything​

w. [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | Madalena Antares​

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Jaron could not remember the last time he had one night to himself with Dianah. The secretly married couple had found the fast pace of life in the CIS an interesting tension to manage while trying to keep the exact nature of their relationship from the public. A Viceroy married to the captain of her personal contingent of KO, as well as a former First Order Knight of Ren was a scandal she did not need. Metus didn’t need it either, yet Jaron was certain the man knew the nature of his intentions toward his daughter.

“Of course I smell it,” Jaron said with a smirk. The unmistakable scent of cooked meat was something Jaron was intimately familiar with. Every Lesan could cook, and every Lesan man could grill. It was second nature to them. “And now you’re just saying that.”

He winked as he slapped Dianah subtly on her buttocks, walking past her and looking over his shoulder. It was as though he was daring her to try and catch him. Had it not been for the fact they had agreed to meet Dianah’s best friend at the party, Jaron would have found other ways to occupy their time. After all, the health of their relationship seemed directly linked to the health of their intimate moments.

“C’mon, let’s find Maddy, and then we can enjoy some of this food, hmm?”

 

[WolfMortum]

Objective 4: BYOO - Reconnaissance Patrol.
Location: Perimeter of Silver and Confederacy Forces LZ.

As the squad of Antarian Rangers made their way across the open plain, each of them with a rifle in their hands and eyes searching the horizon for signs of questionable contact, Benjamin finally broke the silence between them. "So how many of yer' saw the fight for this place then?" he asked rather plainly, never minding the memories nor the emotional scars that might have been, for a battle that had only just taken place some time ago.

"Pipe down, Cassidy" came the response from their Commanding Officer, Sergeant Anders.

"I was there..." one of the others, a private first class, spoke up; "Came in with the Feds and watched them lay into the land. Word is they were targeting the supply the Clans were cashing in on. Tactical priority or some spast thing" the soldier shrugged his shoulders, looking back at Cassidy. "Crops can grow back, people can't, ya' know?" he added suggestively.

"C'mon Sergeant!" Benjamin complained, "Don't we deserve to know why we're out here while the rest of our people are having a good time?".

"You're out here because Command wants you out here, Private" the Sergeant replied firmly.

"I heard the Mandalorian's are still hangin' around in the sector" another of the men spoke quietly from Ben's left, "They've sent Jedi further out but we're back-up for the recovery effort in case they all get dropped" the man shook his head with a quiet and skeptical laugh. "Must've sent their younger one's out there. I ain't heard of many Jedi being dropped by Non-Force Users".

"If you ingrates don't handle your kriff, you'll be the one's getting dropped. Shut yer' mouths and keep your eyes out for hostiles, I'm not here to babysit you girls and if one of you gets shot, it'll be your own damned fault. Now move out, people!", their C.O shouted back at his men.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

“I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are from sadness, little one.”

The voice came from afar, as if spoken from a different ship at sea, but it was that of the venerable Neti nonetheless. In Gianna’s dreams he had found her, reaching out from the netherworld of the Force for one final piece of wisdom to leave with one who had reminded him, after all these years, what made a Jedi truly great.

Selflessness.

“But I do ask that none of them fall in mourning the passing of one old root,” His voice was kind, soft. Even a hint of a joke in his tone. “Know that I have found many friends from throughout the ages here, and even a few from not so long ago.”

“I foresee great things lie ahead of you. Powerful decisions, awesome deeds, and harrowing circumstances, yes. But I know you will make us all proud.” Others seemed to join his voice like a choir of the past, looking encourage the future generation. If she could see him, surrounded by friends and allies from across the millennia, so many faces she would not recognize, and perhaps a few she would stood around the venerable Neti.

“You reminded me what it was to be a Jedi,” Orn’s voice started to drift away once more, “I look forward to seeing you again.” The veil began to close around him, keeping the dead and the living separate once more.

“But not too soon, please.”

[member="Gianna Aegis"]

 

[Violet Kianar]

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Objective: Two
Wearing: White Suit
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Kiff Brayde"]

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Violet had calmed herself down by the time she had drunk about half her glass -- of course, the alcohol may have had something to do with it -- and all the while continued to speak with the Exarch. "It does so often appear to be so, indeed -- and amongst themselves, they prefer to propagate the stories of the children who return home rather than the tragedies of those who do not." She knew well the rebel groups that would demand otherwise, and force the awakening of the common people who were so often no more than sheep... but she would give no indication as to where her sympathies lay. As Adron asked her position on the war, she tried to choose the words that followed very carefully.

"I will certainly tell you, sir, that Triffis has faith in the decisions made by the leaders of the Confederacy. We truly believe in the brilliance and meaning of our superiors and will always pay our dues. The Confederacy gives us so much that we will do whatever we can to ensure the entire galaxie may eventually taste this... freedom."

The final word that Violet spoke tasted almost bitter in her mouth. For what had she ever known of freedom? A brief two years running, leaving her to track her way out of any place she still found herself in. But, of course, there were no simple exits for her now. She could break all the windows she wished and she would still end up home, with nothing to show for it but the shards of glass still wedged in her--

No.

She flexed her left hand, holding her drink in the other -- for she would not make her earlier mistake again. For all she knew, Adron could smell her blood -- it would certainly fit the nightmarish stories told of the Sith when she was young. She did not know much about them, of course... but it was certainly better to be safe than sorry. "That remains yet to be decided, for it is of course dependant on the will of the people. I believe that by searching inwards we will find much of what we think is necessary is simply unneeded -- and what the populace truly asks for is stability and reliability. And of course, this is to be in no short supply."

Violet was cut off by the entrance of a young man, [member="Kiff Brayde"]. She nodded to him as he introduced himself to the Exarch, and responded cooly -- "Violet Kianar, Viceroy of Triffis." A war marshal would not be of much use to her positioning... though it certainly would not do to make enemies at this point.

She would say no more, and allow the Malvern to direct the conversation.