Project: Rebuild Hope (Open to All)

[Jaster Awaud]

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[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDIfR3STvL4[/video]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]---United Trade Conglomerate Corporate Construction Update Memo[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]--Attention All UTC Employees,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]----The Construction and Recovery Division of the Company have received a Government Contract from the Coruscant Central Administration. Reconstruction after the invasion and blatant terrorist attack caused by unknown splinter cells and the Sith Imperial Nation. This destruction of Galactic City is large that they have also extented the use of the Trade Convoys, Resource Management, and Private Police Force of the UTC have also been deployed to assist with their Recovery. The Following rules and Regulation were sent by the Mayors Office and the Company will proceed to these rules to the letter.[/SIZE]

• [SIZE=10.5pt]Trade Conglomerate Contracts of Employment will hire Citizens of Coruscant before bringing outside Contractors. Hiring of the UTC in overseeing the management and efforts of restoration of the City.[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=10.5pt]No UTC Employee will be allowed to access areas designated by the Government as *Classified*, Dangerous, or Off Limits to. No Exception to this rule for all UTC or Contracted Employees.[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=10.5pt]No Force User, Limited or Mastery is allowed to enter a Twenty (20) Mile Radius around the Ruins of the Jedi Temple. Reconstruction Efforts will be designated by the Majors Office and done by test Non-Force Users with Level 2 or lower Employment Status.[/SIZE]
• [SIZE=10.5pt]All Private Security Forces, Contracted or otherwise are subjected to Coruscant Law and will work along side Coruscant Planetary Security as well as the Coruscanti Liberation Front. Any action against these organizations will for Employee to be reprimanded, imprisoned, or deportation for those outside Contractors.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]----Regulations will be mandated by the Corporate Police Forces as well as the Outside Contractor, Castellax Foundation, Security Division. Enjoy Employment with the United Trade Conglomerate.[/SIZE]

The battle of Coruscant between the Galactic Alliance and the Rouge Jedi with Sith Allies left the planet in a new level of destruction. Building that reached the clouded and those that layered the top few layers of the planet were now those few top layers. Rubble and Ruins were all anyone would see if they visited the planet, and they would feel the terror of seeing all the mangled and missing bodies that one could find in moving the ruins.

[SIZE=10.5pt] Jaster stood at the base of a ruined building that was currently under renovations and clean out. Looking up from his Data-Tables, he only sighed. The Coruscant First movement had gained their foothold and were looking to make his job a little harder. The Reason he won this contracted in a bid was that there were very little corporations willing to take on the daunting task. He was dumb enough to take on the contract. As the Company had no ties to any of the major powers that caused the destruction on the planet, and his ability to provide all the needed resources cheaply. Those reasons helped win the contract in the bidding war that a few smaller companies were fighting over.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt] This project was along the line to become better, as well as help those in the ruins of the latest messy war.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]He lifted his hand as he pointed out to one of the workers. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"We need to get this building cleared out, the majors office is not paying us to sit on your rear ends."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The others just groaned as they went back to throwing large peaces of rubble out the side of the building. Droids as well as [/SIZE]Sentient[SIZE=10.5pt] beings with Exo-[/SIZE]Skeletons[SIZE=10.5pt] worked hard to clear out the now largely destroyed remains of the Senate Building.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The Company still had several other high profile buildings that he needed to work on. There were other contracts to help companies fix their buildings or remodel into a new building. This was only one of the first steps in bringing Coruscant back to its greatness. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"You call that working, don't make me come up there and show you up Thomas."[/SIZE]

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OOC: Welcome to all, please use this threat to rebuild what was broken as well as aid other companies that are willing to accept it. Talk about recovery of those that were lost as well as just regular common area for writers that want to help with the reconstruction of Coruscant. Post at a speed of your own enjoyment, though I do ask that if your writing with another person to wait for their response. Please head to the OOC Thread if there are any Questions. Enjoy

 

[grammaticus]

The Castellax Foundation had a long history with Coruscant. It was the first world after Empress Teta where they had secured contracts. The Foundation had helped design several new chunks of the world, with some of them just being completed when the Sith began raining from the sky. Many lives had been lost that day, both on Coruscant itself, and within the Foundation. Rycherd had ensured every member of his company that lost their lives that day were given full and proper funerals, paid for from his own income. The events there had directly inspired him to begin production of a new line of Security Droids, built specifically to counter such a threat as what came to this world. Rycherd hoped they would never be needed.

During the attack, Castellax Security Droids had been deployed in force to the residential blocks around the Foundations base on Coruscant, fighting shoulder to shoulder with the other defenders of the world, though with the focus of evacuating civilians to the walled complex that was the Castellax Foundation block. Temporary housing had been established for thousands of survivors, with Castellax droids continuing to patrol the area around their block. The focus of the Foundations Security forces had allowed the local police forces to focus their efforts in other areas, though most opportunistic criminals that the droids found were still turned over to the authorities.

Rycherd himself was within one of the ruined buildings near his companies base, watching silently as dozens of Primaris Construction Droids of various forms moved through the wreckage, their variety of tools helping them clear it out. Across the street, a building that had already been cleared was being swarmed by hundreds of the droids. Nearby, several Roughrider vehicles were parked, a few of them fitted with heavy cranes to help construction along. Already, Rycherd had ordered the reconstruction of those buildings nearest his companies base, hoping to get the people back into their homes as soon as he could. Rycherd felt for them, but it was proving costly to house, feed and treat them all.

Hopefully, his companies speedy actions would return profit to make up for that loss.

 

[Kuat Drive Yards]

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Rycherd Alistair"]

It was a sad day, to see the gem of the galaxy not shining. It was a sad day, to see ones mother so crippled and on the verge of death, one can only pray for her safe recovery. Unfortunately, Ferron Troste chose not to come this day, since the Mayor had made it increasingly hard to meet, and it seemed the Mayor didn't care for Ferrons feelings. That's fine, he was merely an adopted brother, outside of the bloodline, and the family didn't care to see him. Ferrons parents were all gone now, he had shown up to their funerals and did everything he could for them. This mother, mother of Kuats culture and origin, he would not leave behind, either. Even if the family didn't care for him. He had stayed home, and dawdled about, too focused on the entire event. He had ordered several familiar faces to the planet; four Acclamator-class Assault Ships, stripped of their weaponry, and full of construction materials. Kuat Drive Yards was no construction company, but he was sure the United Trade Conglomerate and the Foundation could easily find their use.

"This is a transmission to the UTC and the Foundation. As promised, KDY has delivered. We have filled our cargo space with Construction Material. We have enough to spread over the whole planet, but we'll be following Coruscant Regulations and landing where their Portmaster authorizes us. You can pick up what we have at any time, we have no reason to leave until all cargo has been unloaded. KDY Resource Fleet, out."

Another message was then transmitted to Coruscant and her regulators and portmasters to appropriately sit down and unload. There would be no cost to UTC nor to Foundation. In orbit, a couple ISD's and Imperial Frigates took up defensive positions, following Coruscant Security orders. Should they be ordered away, they would leave, but it was another KDY fleet offering protection. IF they were asked to leave, however, they would only head outside of the sector and escort any UTC and Foundation ships still coming in.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

"Disen a transmission from Pizza Hutt to da UTC. Although mesa knowen about Directive 12 and how disen Jedi betrayen da Alliance afterward, wesa goen to Coruscant to build some hydroponic farms" Ugohr told Jaster over comms before he could land his ships. "Do yousa know where wesa can build hydroponic farms? Wesa not want to violate ordinances"

It just wasn't the same motive that brought Ugohr to Coruscant once again. It was definitely a reprise of Directive 12, which he even saw firsthand, but this time, it was different. Hopefully [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Kuat Drive Yards"] or even [member="Rycherd Alistair"] would acknowledge that the Gungan would actually bring in tow something the survivors would appreciate: the ability to produce food locally. But given the damage to the infrastructure, there had to be some location somewhere on the planet that can be earmarked for the construction of hydroponic, or so the Gungan's logic went. Also, even though he no longer did much realty business personally, he knew from his realty days that ordinances, such as land zoning, were very important even when dealing in reconstruction projects of this nature. Sure, the lower city was pockmarked in many areas, such as the area around the temple, but the damage was much more extensive in the upper city. Maybe the lower city would prove more favorable to the construction of stuff like a network of hydroponic farms, with local labor for both constructing it and manning the farms once completed. Maybe somewhere else if the city's cadastre says otherwise.

 

[Queen Popara]

When her ship arrived and landed, Popara went down the ramp in her big, custom made, power chair wearing a fancy purple cape, and a crown made of pure gold with a ruby in the middle. Her lips were with pink lipstick, and her cloak was held by a gold chain, and herself had a bored expression in her face. Followed by the most close servants and employees, like Draper, her human majordomo and Burnett, her lekku Twi'lek court jester, with Bulbo on her lap, and followed by two gamorreans guardsmen she landed on the main site of the works, where she had her contacts prepare a meeting with [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] and other with the Castellax Foundtation about the construction on her personal fortress in the Skip I asteroid in the Smuggler's Run. An expensive construction for her clan, one that had to be as she asked, and that meant impenetrable.

A Hutt had to be a fortress, a place to run business and a place to court her splendorous presence with inferior beings of other races, and as she landed in Coruscant, she could not help a smile growing in her big lips, thinking how she would love to laugh in Jool's face, because now she was Queen Popara the Great, and she expected to find a very nice chance to make business in there. In Huttese she grunted to Draper in a feminine deep voice.

"Go see if the humans are available for us." That said, Draper bowled to her and left her presence to make a call.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
[member="Rycherd Alistair"]

 

[Shia Kryze]

"You know, Shia, you can't terraform a planet-wide city."

"Don't be dense, Kat, the whole of Coruscant is just one giant balanced artifical ecology, from the polar solar mirrors to those slug-things in the depths. Life prospers, it's what it does."

The Alor of Clan Kryze and her elder sister walked slowly down the corridor of one of the hovering stations the clan had brought with them - while hardly needed to their full purpose, the level of atmospheric dust was high enough to be a danger to life, and that was something Kryze knew well enough about.

From their angels perch, the two could see the vast shattered ruins of the citywide planet laid out before them.

"So?"

"So, I spoke with UTC - and with [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] and he was receptive to our assistance in bringing the water cycle back to life."

"What? The pumps?"

"No, Kat, I swear you're denser than carbon neutronium sometimes. Coruscant has a functioning water cycle, just like any planet - the final distribution grid is just a... larger part than on say, Mandalore. After the destruction, rainfall is spiking across all the wrong places - half the catchment areas (that's seas to the rest of us) are bone dry, the other half are flooding, the main solar mirror arrays are not getting enough light to melt the polar caps, and as a consequence..."

"... planetary ecological collapse?"

"Well, potentially. Look. You're right, we don't know anything about architecture and planetary mega-engineering _yet_, but we _do_ know about ecological engineering, and all the housing and new buildings in the world won't matter if... Catchment Basin (Tidal: Oceanic) 1C floods what's left."

"Okay, so..."

"So the stations will deal with the atmospheric particles, no problem. But we're going to need to deploy something new to bolster the sunlight - I'm thinking..."

"... integrated solar mirror stations?"

"Yes."

"And something to manage the water environment, like..."

"... some sort of hydrological mechanism. I see you're catching on, vod."

"And the Alliance?"

Katara's voice was hushed, the Galactic Alliance was not a popular topic in the halls of Mandalorian power.

"This isn't about the Alliance - and even if it was, I don't hold a nation responsible for the actions of it's leaders anymore, Ra taught me that - this is about billions of lives."

"And cold, hard cash."

"And cold, hard cash." Shia agreed with a cordial nod. Kryze needed the nest egg, if it was going to expand to match her vision.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

"Well, this is a first," Aeshi mused, looking through the viewport of the lead freighter in the convoy. Her executive officer looked up in surprise.

"Pardon, captain?" He was tired. She could see it in his eyes. Then again, they were all exhausted. Ever since news of the attack had begun to circulate, Tillian Family Enterprises had been busy scrounging up donations, volunteers, materials, and whatever ships they could muster on short notice. It had only been a handful of them. The rest were spread across the galaxy and couldn't be recalled anytime soon, not without tipping the balance into the red zone.

They cared about people, but they were not a major intergalactic corporation. They didn't have budgets for disaster relief lying around, let alone budgets in the millions of credits. Which, judging by the Kuat Drive Yards presence, had to be what they were spending on this. Aeshi scratched her forehead and sifted through her documents.

There! Her very old, well-worn, Coruscanti citizenship papers, dating back to the era of the One Sith occupation, but at least it was issued by Coruscant rather than the One Sith. She'd have burnt those.

"Captain Ash Tillian with initial shipment of supplies." She broadcast her credentials and citizenship papers, awaiting the authorization to move forward. This was the first run. According to the memo that she had received just a few minutes earlier, another convoy load of supplies had been gathered together and prepped for loading on the first family ships to return to Susefvi. Hers were still the closest, so there was a good chance it would be them, but perhaps not.

[member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Popara the Great"] [member="Ugohr Poof"] [member="Kuat Drive Yards"] [member="Rycherd Alistair"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Theo Vereen]

He was here to make sure the Alderaan Embassy was rebuilt. He brought with him medical supplies, and survivor supplies for anyone who needed them. Additionally ships were on their way from Delaya with building supplies.

He was also here on a mission that only two others knew about his mother, and the person he was contacting. He nodded to the guards at the Embassy the building was damaged not as bad as home had been but damaged none the less.

It had taken a long time to get through security to be able to land, everyone was on edge. He got it. He knew only too well why they were on edge. He shook his head and wondered inside. The garden was gone they'd replace it, the walls were in need of repair and the landing pads.

Everything around them though needed help he would make it so.

The people though looked shell shocked. Often they shook their heads one woman had just come over and hugged him in what like forever. He knew she needed someone to lean on.

[member="Aeshi Tillian"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Popara the Great"] | [member="Ugohr Poof"] | [member="Rycherd Alistair"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Whatever that conflict had been, Joza had elected to stay out of it for…personal reasons. Between her time in the hands of the Dark Lord of the Sith and the invasion of Utapau, she found herself with a lack of both energy and unbroken bones. Add raising her children and managing her company to that, and the Zeltron had to make a decision.

While she couldn’t be on the frontlines for this one, she could sweep in with the other myriad of outside companies to help Coruscant heal. Heartbeat House had several holdings on Coruscant, most of them entertainment based. Today her efforts were focused not on the clubs she owned, but on civilian aid. The Heartbeat Nursing Corps were deployed, distributing clothing and sleeping bags to those who were left with nothing. With certain parts of the city in shambles, the Nursing Corps connected with what was left of the local hospitals and medical facilities. Often times these places were overcrowded so use of the company’s medical frigates would be offered as a place to tend to patients.

If it came down to it, Heartbeat was willing to provide use of one of its refugee stations. There was probably a lot of logistical red tape to it given some of the inter-planetary politics, but the offer was there.

 

[Queen Popara]

Her financial support to that ridiculous enterprise meant nothing to Popara. Cost a few million credits, but as a investment, she thought it was a pretty good idea. Sealing the deal in a simple and fair way, her kajidic would keep the buildings in only one small street in the underground levels of the capital, and then, they could do whatever they want it with that world. She had plants, payed good contractors and builders to fill that small street with two cassinos, one strip club, two bars and nightclubs, and one hotel that she would call The Grand Huttel, an idea that Draper said it was his, but obviously he lied.

The only insignificant matter was the slavery issue, one that Popara knew that she had to play right. Otherwise no good business would come of this enterprise. Creating a Bar and club for smugglers, bounty hunters and brokers was something really easy, especially after buying the abandoned remains of Jools old place. A name that she choose for the place was Queen’s Bed, for if you want to get along fine, you must ‘get in bed with queen’, and she laughed about that with great joy and malice. Tossing a small mammal animal in her own mouth, laughing deeply and satisfied.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster was looking over the construction of the Senate Building that was nearly brought to the ruined state of rubble like the Jedi Temple. He was lucky enough that the foundations were still solid and building would only take time. Reading the blueprints of the building and the timetable for its completion one of the assistance walked up to him.

"Viceroy, we have reports from around the planet, many companies and businesses have arrived with the planet now secured under the UTC Patrols, freedom from Sith and Pirates have now been secured to at least Bentaal and Anaxes." The pulled out a datapad and began to reports. "Sir, Castellax Foundation has secured many of the wholes created by the rising of those Star Destroyers during the opening seconds of the invasion, They are making great progress with their droids and personal, once complete they will return to the residential sector and begin search and rescue as well as debris clearing."

Jaster had invited [member="Rycherd Alistair"] to assist with this mission in hopes of his veteran work in construction on Coruscant. It seemed he was already showing his profitability with his presence in such a situation. "Continue."

The worker continued on with the rest of the report, "There are several other individuals that are working on helping the planet that did not receive a UTC Sub-Contract, the Corporate Police are willing to work with the Coruscant Firsts Bruisers to have them check themselves, one is a Trade Convoy that used the secured hyperlanes without permission from the UTC Patrols, another is a business owner that is assisting with rebuilding efforts around their corporate divisional headquarters, and the last one seems to be an Intergalactic Medical Group assisting the survivors."

Jaster sighed, he knew there were going to be these kinds of people in the galaxy. Coruscant was a dangerous place now and under the control of the Coruscant First Party. "Give them anything the UTC can offer, construction components, supplies, and medical equipment, Hell, funds if they require it, we are all in this together now." He looked through the logs and saw the names of the heads of these spearheads. [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Theo Vereen"], and the trader [member="Aeshi Tillian"], "Also tell those junk haulers in space that the UTC will purchase their goods as the galactic going rate, Captain Tor can spare a detachment of the 19th Escort Group to secure their transit."

"Very good sir." He nodded and pulled up his datapad again, "Your supplies from [member="Kuat Drive Yards"] and that gungan Pizza Hut under [member="Ugohr Poof"] have dropped off their supplies and requesting permission to continue their business planet side, [member="Shia Kryze"] has also requested the go ahead with her filtration of the planets watersupply, the shortages are beginning to force half rations again, Refugees are starting to get restless."

"The ice hunters have been rather difficult with the pirates in the astroid field, this could open up our hands to send in the Attack Fleet to clear out those pirates and cut off supply for a short time." He thought about it, "Has [member="Queen Popara"] arrived yet?"

The aid nodded, guess this would be a good time to meet with her now that things were getting on their way.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Now that he had the all clear from [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] to drop off the supplies, both food and hydroponic farming equipment, he could now land his convoy of ships, with the food ones going first. Oh he could feel that the refugees were hungry as hell, and they were on half-rations for far too long, causing malnutrition problems across every refugee camp he could drop off the supplies, while [member="Shia Kryze"] would take care of another vital utility in that case. Water. Regardless of where the water would come from, or be, he knew as much: he had to make sure the structures he would be putting hydroponic farms in would be stabilized before he could even start building a hydroponic farm in it. That was just not going to be easy in the slightest. But were the recycled durasteel and duracrete brought in tow going to be enough to at least get the initial hydroponic farms built? That's why he delegated this large-scale project to a Gran project manager: he couldn't be everywhere at once, and he couldn't be staying on Coruscant for months on end either, regardless of payment or aims.

"From disen point onward, yousa in charge of da entire project" Ugohr told the Gran project leader, while the durasteel and duracrete were being offloaded.

 

[Shia Kryze]

"We've had the go ahead from [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] aliit'alor."

Shia nodded, throwing the dataslate she was reading onto a table and sighing.

"Excellent. I'd like to invite Jaster to discuss... long term alignment of our goals. See if you can schedule something. But tell me something, have you noticed... a lot of resistance from the locals?"

The other Mandalorian, his armour painted in the bright colours of the Cloudforest Owls looked awkward for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, yes I have. I imagine it's not helped by the raiding, but..."

"Coruscant First." Shia stated thoughtfully.

"Can you blame them, alor?"

"No, not after what happened on Manda'yaim and how we reacted. Frankly, they're the soul of restraint in comparison. Karking sitii and their karking messes."

She paused thoughtfully, then nodded to herself and thumbed a button on her desk.

"This holo-message is for [member="Zeradias Mant"], anyone else will find it singularly useless. Chairman, I am Shia Kryze, clan leader of the Kryze clan. We have been invited here by UTC to assist in the restoration of your world. I... am given to understand this is a delicate matter, given recent events and your own political stance. Let me state that Kryze is not here to stake any claim in local soverignty and I am here without affliation to major political powers. If you have the time, I would like to meet to discuss how we might support Coruscanti interests over competing off-planet interests. Honestly, I've had one kark of a time tracking down any of your surviving planetary eco-engineers, and I need their advice - we all need their advice."

There was a long pause, Shia could do blunt, open politics, but cautious wording was difficult, the indecision would be visible even across a holocall.

"We'd like to help, we do want to profit from that help - but we want that profit to be mutual. We're some of the galaxies leading experts in fixing broken planets. So lets meet to discuss what we have to offer before I send anyone in kark-handed. Kryze out."

 

[Shia Kryze]

Time passed - Mandalorian and local vessels were seen in high orbit repositioning the few surviving solar mirrors, deploying whole new ones specially designed for ease of transport and setup in the orbits to continue the polar cap melt.

Specially designed submarines swept the depths of the covered oceans that served as the ruined city-planets water supply, seeking to patch and retrofit pipework in an attempt to get the water-cycle flowing in roughly the right direction.

The local construction bots proved a remarkable tool, reimagined as hovering, flexi-limbed constructs that took over many of the functions of a mobile terraformer and did work the work of thousands of people. For the rights to license the basic designs, Kryze was willing to pay handsomely.

The devestation of the planet was almost beyond belief - whole sections of it simply did not exist as anything beyond rubble anymore, rebuilding was far beyond the capabilities of any one group.

But the rains would fall, water would flow through supply pipes, enter catchment areas and be recycled via the vast artifical vent structures custom built for the purpose - at least in the areas where a modicum of civilisation still survived.

The partnership between UTC and the Kryze clan had not saved the world - that would be a ridiculous claim - but it was something large, and would be the beginning of something greater.

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[Aeshi Tillian]

"Captain!" A voice called, "Supplies are being purchased at market value."

"Excellent," Aeshi replied, hands clasped behind her back. "Bring the ships in on a docking procedure and get them unloaded. Status report on the next shipment?"

"All ships are accounted for and ready for departure." The answer came back almost before she finished asking the question.

"Send them the launch order," Aeshi responded after a moment of consideration. "I will stay here and coordinate. Get the super-haulers prepped and loaded. They're fast." She was referring to a few of the Metal Lord super-freighters that she had acquired upon her promotion to Metal-Lady. They were the largest freighters in the galaxy and faster than pretty much every other ship in the galaxy. The only problem was the amount of cargo they required to make a journey profitable and cost-effective. Fortunately, when it came to manufacturing and reconstruction supplies, those were easy to come by on Susefvi and other outer rim industrial planets.

They would have enough to meet the demands of Coruscant and they would have them quickly and efficiently. It paid to be cybernetic at times like these.