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Disney's Princess
Prospecting the Rimma VII - Long House Blues
An Adventure: Now Open (2)
___Dry Arid World, Vehement III
Just outside Omega Space
- Week Two -
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Karen Roberts of Fondor was working again. Her surprising journey along the Rimma Trade Route had taken her far, far out from her normally comfortable Omega space and into regions now colonial. Regions unclaimed and worlds uncharted. Vehement Three was one of these such unclaimed colonial establishments and Karen had been planetside for about six days now. A large red planet with two smaller polar ice caps, north and south; and a dry arid expanse in between. It was mostly snowy vistas, red rocky plains, and endless rows of dry river canyons. The atmosphere was breathable but gritty and dry. No picnic world here. Just a red dusty wonderland, rich in mineral resources and sky-based lore. A borderland paradise just waiting to be explored.
The Veloth, a towering purple-skinned group of intelligent near-humans, held a few large encampments here. Many having presided here for centuries amongst the cool watery canyons and dry agricultural basins. Indeed, even underground and deep inside the mountains it appeared the Veloth peoples had quite a few modern constructions and tunnel networks. Fabulously hard workers these monstrously large people were. Wealthy in seeds and wise in shadow hunting. They had subtle firepower, nimble little starfighters, and even some elite droid warmongers too. An exotic mix for an exotic people. However, their numbers were far too small to actually control much of the territory outside their city limits. Even their small Hyperdrives could barely ferry them from one sister moon to the next. It was a big planet for a big people. Yet, their technology never seemed to match their imaginations for travel or conquest. So no. The Veloth people and their towering frames didn't get out much. They preferred to stay inside their canyon settlements and garden or tinker through the years. Even when the summer was hot and winter was cool. Nothing changed these hardy giants. Not even the arrival of a Star Destroyer.
The Triumph had arrived in low orbit perhaps eight days ago. She was a Star Destroyer of the Omega Fleet. Guns and armor and a crew of many thousands. All shipped out and modified for a salvage mission to reclaim a lost sister ship. The Star Destroyer Privilege. Indeed, this massive sister vessel had been lost around this sector during the Bando Gora Raids of Prymere. For six years nothing had been heard from her, nor her black box recovered. Yet rumors from a Veloth Starpilot amongst the Rimma Trading posts had begun to stir. Rumors of a massive lost ship which now rested amongst the sacred mountains of the Veloth peoples. The Privilege had indeed survived...
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Triumph Hanger Bay
Week Two Operations
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Recovery of the Privilege was now in it's second week of operations. Progress was slow. Captain Boss Morr of the Omega Star Destroyer Triumph had recruited a number of talented Rimma mercenaries to speed up the process. Combat with the locals had stalled things. The Privilege had crashed into a sacred mountain range of the local Shamans. All access was forbidden to outsiders. Including the Omega salvagers.
"Okay mercs. Listen up." Captain Boss Morr sneered, "We're going back in there to get our lost ship. Damn the local religion. I want this mission completed within the week. And you're going to be our distraction force. So shut up and listen good. I don't want to have to say this twice."
All of the gathered fighters shifted in their boots as the Captain gave his briefing. The Hanger Bay was a loud and noisy place to have a meeting. Especially with so many independent starfighters parked nearby. This place looked like a zoo.
Karen Roberts remained standing near the tactical table. Clad in her Phrik EVA and hugging her carbine. Now matter how many orders the Captain barked and tried to explain? She couldn't help but be completely bored.
"Ugh. Let's just get on with this already. Good grief." She whispered to herself.
Six days on-world was six days too many. Still? Business was business. Ol' Blue was just here to make some money.
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*ooc: Open to 2 characters. (Except ponies.) We don't serve their kind here.
