People of Our Fears [Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of M'haeli]

[Kana Truden]

So she was eligible to be called a master? Kana recoiled for a second.

“No, nobody has been hurt.” Kana looked over her shoulder at Master Sardun. “At least not that I am aware of.”

“I once fell to the dark side, briefly,” Kana observed the one padawan in the back nodding his head as if he knew what she was talking about. “But I am working on getting better.” She said, keeping her attention on the kid before letting it fall back to the Yodaling before her.

“Master Sardun here, I believe, is just getting into the way the New Jedi Order works compared to the ‘Old one.’ Not that the differences are all that great.”

[member="Isha"] // [member="Michael Sardun"]​

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Arrgaw, High Orbit of the Planet.
Objective: Two.
Allies: Members of the Galactic Alliance.
Enemies: Liz the Fourth and Gang Shite.
Post: Thirteen.

The prototype ship rocked.

Uh oh.

Then, Captain Jax had shot him a look. What was he trying to say? He didn't look too panicked, and then the ship rocked again.

"Bring us around," the order had left the Captain's lips and the pilot's had immediately set about to doing as they were told. Yet, it was still a large ship, it was going to take time for them to get around. "Reroute power from our long-range turbolasers to recharging the shields, keep on firing the warheads!" Now he was starting to sound a little worried. They hadn't expected the shields to drop so soon, and in this scenario it had mostly been their own. They had entered the fight with too much firepower and now they were paying the price.

Outside of the ship, the reinforced hull was holding as well as expected, and with the process of the shields coming back online sped up, they blocked a salvo that would've certainly put a gap in the gunnery decks.

"We can't fire broadside yet!" Aerion cried out to Jax over the sound of the other bridge crew yelling to and at each other, as well as to their Captain. There was a nod of his head in confirmation of what he said. Doing so would drop their shields entirely, and likely for the rest of the battle. If they could survive for that long. "Do it anyway!"

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Arrgaw
Allies: [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2, [member="Tela Uolmi"] 3, [member="Loske Matson"] 5, [member="Cal Sedaire"] 6, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8, [member="Asmus Janes"] 9, [member="Lucius Varad"] 12, [member="Allyson Locke"] 13, [member="Owen Holst"] 14, [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, [member="Logen Brunner"]
Objective: [DO YOUR OWN THING]
5/38

The Weary Traveler Cantina

Things had reached peak chaos. The tumult of violence mixed with the tight quarters had broken down all remaining sense of decorum and justification. Zark had lost sight of their original antagonists, as well as Vale Endriss. He took a meandering path through the torrent of brawling bodies, relying on his natural instincts to dictate the best course for both him and the still unconscious Lieutenant Holst. Surveying the surreal spectacle before him, time seemed to slow with the adrenaline and he took the moment to decide that he'd be giving his executive officer an abbreviated account of today's events. He also vowed to keep this secret from his Padawan until his dying day.


A hand grasped his shoulder, and the surreal nature of the action almost caused him to grasp it in defense before he recognized it as a gesture of peace. Not many people could approach him unawares while he was this sober, but apparently Lucius Varad was one of them. Beacons of light in a dim world, Zark had once heard the Jedi described as, and self-consciously he wondered how dim his inner light had grown. Varad's smile was disarming, and the young man reminded him of his own Padawan in happier times. Idly, the Captain realized that to a more suspicious man it did somewhat appear as if he was kidnapping their Lieutenant.

"I've got him. Your destiny calls you elsewhere."

For a moment, Zark was so phased that he thought the Jedi had been speaking to his innermost thoughts, and tried to work out the puzzle of his meaning.

"Hey you! Yeah you!"

Half-expecting to be pummeled, as he turned he realized sheepishly that the voice's owner was perhaps the tiniest person in the entire bar. He shrugged at her, the gesture causing the unconscious pilot still in his arms to seem to give a half-hearted shrug of his own, before he realized Choli Vyn was asking for his help. The pressure of Holst's limp frame eased suddenly as Lucius stepped in with a sort of uncanny prescience. Zark regained some measure of composure as Lucius was asking him to help the other pilots under his command, and he smiled as much to himself as back at the Flight Officer, fully appreciation the irony of the situation.

"Thanks mysterious stranger!" he called over his shoulder to Lucius, weaving through the crowd towards Choli, Allyson, and Asmus. On his way, he grabbed a still full shot glass from a nearby table and downed it, immediately regretting the decision as he did so but appreciating the liquid courage and battle clarity it afforded in the moment.

"Would you believe," he began as he reached earshot of the three, "that I came all the way down here from orbit to see if any of you were interesting in blowing things up in the seat of an X-Wing? Lieutenant, Flight Officer," he smiled genially at the two women before giving the young man, face partially shrouded by all the blood, a more bemused expression, "Lieutenant Commander, I take it? Let me see."

The Captain swatted the pilot's hand away from his nose, grabbing a small flashlight from his belt and shining it in the pilot's eyes, "Well, the nose might be broken, but I don't think it will be crooked when its set. He may have a concussion though. Lieutenant Commander, how many fingers am I holding up?"

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Arrgaw, High Orbit.
Objective: Two.
Allies: Galactic Alliance.
Enemies: Liz the Fourth.
Post: Fourteen.

Captain Jax shot a glance towards the Jedi Padawan. Someone had cried out their guns were in position for a crippling broadside on a large portion of the pirate fleet. If only they had the hypervelocity cannons equipped. Regardless, they were going to have to make do without them. A shame that they hadn't gotten to Arrgaw with them considering they had been close to being mounted on the prototype before they had been called to Arrgaw at the last possible minute.

And of course, to Aerion's insistence, they were whipping through hyperspace within a moment.

Aerion said, "Fire everything! Warheads, turbolasers, all of it!" Even without their shields the ship had a reinforced hull, it was strong and even if a missile were to strike them, sure the ship would rock, but they'd be safe. As safe as one could be with small chunks of you flying around you. But anyway, Young Ivelisse was sure in this, and Captain Hastings could see that in his light blue eyes.

"Fire!"

And then the starboard side of the ship erupted in an assortment of colours from multiple ends of the visible colour spectrum.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 21/30
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

"What makes it an offer that I cannot refuse?"

"Yousa had no access to galaxy-wide listings: many in da core want to escape da chaos causen by da One Sith and Republic collapsing"

"How does M'haeli and the GMLS benefit from this?"

"Yousa will gain access to a much better client base"

The Jedi businessman wanted to pull a similar operation to what IGR did to get started on Coruscant. But there is no One Sith (or other economically inept faction) to take advantage of in that case, just the business owner's. An Alliance-wide client base beats a client base that is restricted to a region on a planet, because the interconnectivity of IGR offices means that each IGR realtor can refer clients to other realtors in the system. Ugohr knew real estate better than almost any Jedi and not simply because the majority of Jedi were Guardians that wanted nothing better than to play cat-and-mouse against the Sith. By Jedi Brute standards Ugohr was classified as such mostly because of skillset: rather little command of the Force, much better with two lightsabers, and as a tank gunner he was fantastic. But running that real estate company made him, well, less and less of a Brute, but with still not much of a command of the Force.

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Arrgaw
Objective: Do your own thing
Allies: Ga/Rogue Squadron
(4)

Siren's could be heard getting closer and closer as the planetary police had been called to the cantina by the bartender. Alleycat continued to collect her rowdy bunch, who many were bloodied and bruised. Oh they were so in trouble. Rogue Leader saw her career flashing before her eyes.

One of the pissed off spacers came running across the bar right at [member="Vale Endriss"] as he stood there dazed wiping the blood from his fat lip. The brunette simply stuck out her long leg and tripped the brute sending him sprawling into the counter.

"Oops… Sorry," Alex shrugged with a lopsided grin, then grabbed ahold of the Naboo's arm and hauled him towards the back exit just as the law officers were coming in the front.

"Eight Ball… You and me are going to have a long talk later, well that is if I'm still commanding officer. Right now I'd say it's a fifty fifty chance," she growled, flashing her famous 'Russo Glare' at Rogue Eight.

 

[Progflaw99]

The native of Naboo had taken a few good rib shots before he'd been able to put up much of a fight. He hadn't remembered drinking that much but his body begged to differ. Sluggish, somewhat unresponsive, he did manage to land a nice right cross to one of the original instigator's jaws, dropping him like a sack of produce. Doing so however had left himself wide open and one of the goons had caught him right in the mouth, sending him sprawling. Lost amidst the turmoil he'd stood, wiping a nice spattering of blood from his split lip. Absentmindedly he thought to himself.

*Gods I hope that's not gonna need stitches.*

His entire face felt like it had been slammed into a wall. Forcing himself upright a man's body slammed into the edge of the counter. Vale's eyes slowly tracked back to where the man had come from. Feth. That was Rogue Leader. Too late to run, she'd definitely seen him, likely the woman had seen how the fight had started too, not much escaped her wary eye. Now that his brain was catching up, he had heard her shout earlier but he'd been lost in the red. Now however he could hear the sirens of the local authority approaching, and rapidly. Before he could react the brunette Rogue pilot had grabbed his arm and begun hauling him away. He let himself be dragged towards the exit, the tone in her voice sending a chill down his spine, he was really in for it this time. Had he been any less intoxicated the glare she gave him might have frozen him in place but instead he sheepishly grinned, his shoulders coming up in a loose shrug.

Truthfully he was sorry he'd started the whole thing, he'd seen a few of his fellow pilots take some good licks... but those guys had it coming and the pilots had gotten in their fair share of jabs. If they could get out of here, he was sure he'd be getting some of the trash details... if not demoted. Technically it was well within their rights to send him to the brig... though he wasn't sure if they would really go that far. They were Rogue Squadron. He uttered a short reply as the adrenaline rush began to recede, a slight tremble causing his hands to shake.

"Y-Yes Ma'am."

He kept his eyes moving, looking to make sure they'd be able to get out without any interruptions law enforcement or otherwise.

[member="Alexandra Russo"]​

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Zark"]

"Da's not funny," Asmus managed to chide through his bleeding nose. Locke didn't seem to share his view. This didn't seem a fitting end after his heroics to save a fellow young Rogue from getting snapped in two.

With his head still ringing, Asmus only caught a fraction of what the commander of their mothership said. Having taken a knock to the head he was prone to irrational behaviour. Especially towards someone who slapped away his hand and then shined an immensely aggravating torch in his eyes.

"Dunno," Asmus said, bringing his own hand up before the captain. "But I think I'm holding up one? That's one finger right?"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Mhaeli
Objective: Watch Over The Little Ones
|4|

"Your concern does you credit, Padawan." A soft smile played on his expression now and it lighted up his face. One could almost see back into the past with that smile, and see what kind of man Michael Sardun had been... before. Before everything happened, before life turned out to be less optimistic than you would like it to be in your youth.

When his optimism had moved mountains and he had made friends as easily as a shake of the hand, a smile exchanged and a few words traded.

Then the smile was gone, replaced again by the cold serenity of the moment. Sardun was always a man of emotions, high passion, deep fire burning within him - but only now, with age, did Michael understand the true danger behind that passion.

Cloaking himself in serenity and peace was simply the intelligent choice, all things considered.

"I... have a history with war and violence, this in itself concerns the New Jedi Order less, than it would have the Republic's Jedi." A frown passed, the words didn't seem right. Or rather... the Republic had always measured with two standards, a pass for those close to them and a hammer for those they cared little about.

"But it was something Grand Marshal Rhen wished to have observed, before putting me into a more... active capacity."

[member="Kana Truden"] // [member="Isha"]​

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 22/30
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

"Disen office will specialize in off-world transactions: mesa sense dat there-sa no office on dat planet capable of doing dat efficiently. Yousa will be able to remain in charge of da domestic operations"

"What do you know about real estate, Gungan?"

"Did yousa ever travel away from dat planet?"

"It's a place full of space wizards waging war alongside factions backing them"

"Yousa will acknowledge dat, because of issa, other people would want to settle away from da Core"

That ought to explain the additional client base the IGR location on M'haeli would gain in the process. Ugohr would have no idea whatsoever as to what to do about it. But Ugohr would simply assume the office not to be as large as the Elrood, Coruscant, Naboo or Malastare ones. After all, M'haeli wasn't too big, and wasn't a real estate hotspot. M'haeli was still more notable than Dulvoyinn was, and some have criticized Ugohr for choosing Dulvoyinn over, say, Empress Teta or Fondor, despite Dulvoyinn affording cheap real estate to the point one could buy an entire town block, or subdivision even, on Dulvoyinn, for the cost of a house on Empress Teta or Fondor. That was why Jessica bought a home on Dulvoyinn under the Turnkey Solution, over trendier Hosnian Prime or Corulag. Dulvoyinn was a tropical paradise ideal for those seeking peace-and-quiet at a low cost, much lower than the hustle-and-bustle of Corulag.

 

[VanceCaydence]

NPC: Random Crate Guy
Location: Arrgaw - The Weary Traveler
Allies: The Galactic Alliance - Rogue Squadron
Objective: [DO YOUR OWN THING] - Carrying Some Gorram Crates
Post Count: 1

*It was a day, much like any other day. Deliveries were abound. And where there were deliveries to be had, there would be...Random Crate Guy. The Carrier of Crates was notorious for being in the right place at the right time; and always on time. His accounts were legendary. From the arenas of Honoghr to the Jedi Academies around the galaxy, to his notorious display in front of the Galactic Communications Commission where he so valiantly opposed the scourge of the one and only "Nyan Cat". This Purveyor of Parcels, so adored for his astonishing abilities in transporting goods around the galaxy, had a professional mission today. The Weary Traveler Cantina had need of a new shipment of Corellian "Special Beef" - a delicacy that had become so rare in recent years due to the destruction that had taken place in that particular system. Yes, this was top-shelf, private collection kind of stuff, and it was RCG's duty to deliver. And so he would.*

*The burly man approached the Cantina doors, hearing the scuffle taking place within. He stopped just shy of the entrance, knowing full well that if he delayed himself longer than necessary, he would put himself behind schedule. Thus, his reputation was on the line. And he would not fail; could not fail. Papa Crate Guy would turn over in his 3x7 "Sanderson Special" if his progeny were to be late for a delivery. So, this crate-carrying cognoscente continued carefully in his conveyance; moving just inside the establishment to take in the entirety of the scene. For the most part, it looked like the brawl was coming to a close. Two men still carried on in the middle of the floor, but tensions were still high. The bartender looked ready to pull his own hair out - what little he had left. One of the few other spacers from - what RCG could only guess was - the opposing group had been tossed in the crate-carrier's direction. With a brilliant flourish, RCG avoided the man, who then went flying out of the front door. From the looks of things, one of the groups was a bunch of military sorts. The Carrier of Crates was certain he'd overheard someone addressing a few of them by rank. But, that was none of his concern. He approached the bar, setting the large crate atop the surface at the corner.*

"Crate de special la boof?" *He said, adding a bit of flair to his normal approach.*

*The barkeep made his way over, signing the crate-carrier's datapad to acknowledge receipt of delivery. After RCG had received the signature and his complimentary tip, he eased back towards the door, being careful to avoid the rest of the immediate activity. When he'd made it back to the doorway, he took a quick look at the man with the broken nose. Grinning, he patted the man on the shoulder with his prosthetic left hand.*

"Don't worry, buck-o. I'm sure the hoser had it comin' to 'em."

*And with that, he walked out the door, around the corner, and vanished into the evening air.*

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Zark"] [member="Vance Caydence"] [member="Vale Endriss"] [member="Alexandra Russo"]

"Wait.. who are you?" He seemed to know Janes. Shoving her long bangs from her face, Choli got a better look at the scruffy lookin scoundrel who came over to lend a hand. What she saw there made her blanch.

Oh kark it!

"Captain?!" oh hell, they were sure to get in trouble now! "I.. ahh --"

Random Crate Guy manged to stop Choli mid sentence. In slow mo, the youngest Rogue let her eyes pan as she followed the man holding the crate of 'special beef'. Eyes would widen as he sauntered on by, only to pause right by [member="Asmus Janes"]. What followed was nothing short of comedic relief as his prosthetic arm came to pat Jane's shoulder.

"Don't worry, buck-o. I'm sure the hoser had it comin' to 'em."

A snort managed to escape Choli's lips,

 

[Carbon]

[member="Lily Kuhn"]

All this blasted techno-wizardy was getting to him, slowly, over time. I mean, it was easier than it had been, since he was thankfully young and able to integrate fairly easy into things once he got a baseline understanding going. But the idea that someone, worlds away, could just... message him with horrible grammar was too much to bear sometimes. Blinking as his datapad lit up, he excused himself from the meeting he was in at the time and realized it was one Lily Kuhn who was texting me at god-awful in the evening.

Not that he could blame her, who knew what time it was where she was.

>>Business meeting for this horrible... whatever dad left me. You?