Rest in Peace - Republic Dominion of New Holstice

[Kyrana Gould]

“Understandable, my dear,” Stahlmann said, rising from the table and nodding politely.

“This is the design for the new ship I’m working on, the Maelstrom. It’s intended to be an artillery ship for long ranged fire. It can stay out of range of enemy response and pound them.

Herehttp://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/117/2/d/Steampunk_Dreadnought_by_5_4.jpg is a concept image of what it looks like in general. The three turrets on top and bottom have wide arcs of fire, able to concentrate on one target or multiple targets.

Now, the armour will be lighter of course, but it’s not meant to fight close up.”

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]


The Admiral of the Republic Fleet and his Chief of Staff were not alone, for a certain Ms. Scarlett stood in the corner of the room in which the briefing was taking place. That said, it might actually be quite easy not to notice the third individual in the room, for though her appearance was that of a striking, redheaded woman, she was fairly good at being unonbtrusive. Or at suddenly appearing whilst barely a sound. A bodyguard was not supposed to be noticed more than needed, an ever-watchful, vigilant sentinel.


'Invisible' until the moment when she was needed to strike. Presently there was no need, so she just watched. One benefit about HRDs was that they did not needlessly chatter, but most of the time only spoke as many words as were necessary. To some it made them disconcerting, especially when one considered their lack of anything approaching humanity. Or did they really lack it? They were a distillation of all the cold hearted cruelty and darkness of organics with none of the features that might be considered redeemable. There could never be compassion or mercy because they were the avatars of the shadow in every person’s soul…the Dark Side of the galaxy perhaps. A dark side that was refreshingly honest and did not lie, for they were efficient, not cruel.


And so Callisto watched, taking in the concept for the new battleship the Admiral was working on, her expression placid as ever. Perhaps it would give the Republic an edge, perhaps not. He was her Controller for now, so she would loyally serve. For now. After all, organic existence was so transient. Her own existence and life story was a testament to that.

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

LOCATION: New Holstice, Outside Hospital
OBJECTIVE: Teach another *BEEP* that you're the bigger *BEEP*
MUSIC: Beautiful Ones by Poets of the Fall
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Their walk got quiet fairly quickly. It hadn't taken long for the man to realize that his companion wasn't in the mood for conversation. He did, however, quietly note that she would need a psych evaluation. Someone with this kind of trauma might need additional help, he had mumbled. And while she hadn't said anything... the Zorren agreed. Anyone who had been through the rift would need assistance. Some kind of support for what they had seen. Maybe she could start a group for that when this boiled over. Dr. Stone would definitely approve of the idea... and it would be a way to interact with other people. Yeah, that... that seemed like a good idea. Nyx made a mental note to run it by her overseers when she got the chance. The walk to the treatment center felt a lot easier now that she had something to think about. Well, something other then her countless, and quite recent, sins. For the first time in awhile she actually felt... at peace.

Knowing her luck, it wasn't a surprise when her joy was cut short.

"Okay, just put the sheb in the bag and let's go! Someone might come back-" the voice stopped abruptly when they realized that they weren't alone. Two kids, perhaps a few years younger than Corvus (whom Nyx considered to be quite young), were currently shifting through an open storage room. Upon seeing the heroic duo approach they froze, eyes wide. "Oh chite!" One called. Then he- oh dear. He reached for a blaster, yanking it out, and pointed it right at the nurse behind her. Apparently the woman looked injured enough for her not to be as much of a threat. That irritated her. "I... I don't want to hurt anyone. Just let us go!" He waved the gun around in a 'threatening' manner, seemingly convinced that he and his friend (who seemed unarmed) could take the two who had caught them red-handed. Even though they had a gun... their chances were still incredibly slim.

"Put the gun away." Nyx's voice was laced with a very potent amount of anger. These people were stealing from a hospital, of all places, during a galaxy-wide disaster. Such a thing was nearly to horrid to imagine. Then again, most of her childhood had been that way. This was yet another not-so-surprising evil. "You're nervous. I can tell, what with the way your hands are shaking so much. Of course you don't want to hurt anyone. Oh, but it's more than that... you can't hurt us. Not even if you wanted to." The nurse tugged on her arm, begging her to shut up, to let the kids go. "Keep pointing that gun. It won't do anything. I'm not someone you want to frak with. Especially not today. Got it?" Her hand went to her belt, grabbing the lightsaber she had taken from the Nether, unhooking it slowly, every movement exaggerated. "You're terrified. Why? You don't have some one to keep safe. Otherwise you'd have been smart enough to ask for help instead of breaking in. This isn't some back-water world. It's clear the Republic is doing a good job here. You would have received help. No, this is about money, isn't it? How absolutely pathetic. Stealing from a hospital during a time like this. You two should-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP!"
He pulled the trigger. A bolt shot out, flying off course due to his panic, sailing right towards Nyx. Time seemed to slow down for just a split second. The projectile grazed her right cheek, tearing it open, quickly drawing blood. The next few moments passed by incredibly quickly. Stunned by what he had done the boy had froze again, unable to react in any other way. Seeing her chance the Zorren had dove down, rolling on the ground, crashing herself into his legs, grabbing tight onto them, and forcing him to the floor. Meanwhile the nurse was screaming for security. It wasn't hard to secure things from there. Nyx, though injured, found it quite easy to keep the younger, weaker man down. Eventually a few guards showed up and took the duo off of her hands.

"You shouldn't have done that, really. We could have let them go... Hey, come here, let me check out your- wait! Nyx! Where are you going?!? You still have a treatment to get to!"

"I need a smoke. Go ahead 'an reschedule my appointment. I'll get to it eventually."
She was gone before he could say another word.
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EQUIPMENT: Stolen red lightsaber x1, data-pad
INJURIES: Burned + cut arms, scratches on forehead, sprained ankle, sore shoulder, bruised rib, poisoned.
NOTES: Nyx will be focusing on Character Development for this thread.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Kayleigh observed the design presented by Friedrich for several minutes, her head resting lightly in the palm of her hand, held up by her elbow on the table. Very professional. She liked what she saw, a long-range vessel capable of implementing drastic damage from afar would be of great use and substantial importance to the Republic when faced with their enemies.

"Interesting concept. I wonder though, who will we finance to manufacture this? With the loss of Rendili and Kuat, we are at a bit of a disadvantage now. Is this something you're looking to have produced en masse? Or rather a limited production meant for a few iterations?"

This was what Kayleigh was worried most about. The Republic suffered two devastating defeats in regard to the shipyard war. Both Rendili and Kuat being lost to Sith hands was a grim outlook. Sure there were other companies and shipyards, but those were the best. And the Republic deserved the best. While the two conversed she made note of the red head in the corner of the room, though given Stahlmann's lack of concern she hadn't given her much thought. If she were present, there would be a reason. She knew Friedrich well enough after six years to know that he wouldn't do something unless he knew what he was doing and had a reason behind it.

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Callisto Scarlett"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

Orick had a restless night of sleep, the room was great and the bed was soft, but he had spent so many years aboard ship that sleeping on a planet was always weird. Planets were just too quiet...and there wasn't anyone else on board his ship to bother him, unlike now. There were several dozen Republic soldiers crowded around the room, some in line for food, others sitting and eating. the noise level was a mild roar, and right then and there, he just wanted to get off of this planet. He was grabbed from behind and before he could react was given a huge bear hug, " Orick T'ane, as I live and breath...I knew that rumor of you being dead was exaggerated."

He looked up, ready to throw a punch and stopped himself, " Render? Render Wix... Holy hell, what are you doing here you old space dog?" Memories suddenly flooded back to the surface. He looked over at his old friend from his time in the Republic army and smiled. The man was much older than he remembered him being, and judging by the rank on his collar, he was also doing pretty well for himself.

" I'm doing good" He paused and gave Orick a once over " You however look like you've been sleeping with a bantha. What happened to you. you dropped off the map after you got out. there was some rumor that you had gone smuggler, but none of us could get any info. Tell me you're not really running spice"

Orick laughed " I'm not sunning spice, Wix.. you have my word on that. i'm just... freelance these days." He wasn't sure what to say, Render Wix was as close to family as he remembered having. They were stationed together for his entire stint in the army and they had been close friends. Once Orick left though he HAD dropped off of the face of the map.

Wix grabbed him and pulled him over to one of the corners, " You're him aren't you. You're the guy that almost got the admiral killed when you crashed on Denon."

" Listen, Wix... I didn't crash, it was a hard landing but nothing that we didn't both walk away from." He replied

" Holy hell, it was you... you gotta tell me all about it. I heard she went down to the planet but everyone has a different story."

Orick smiled, Wix was one of the only people he wouldn't lie to about what had happened, " Sure thing Wix, just let me get some food first."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus grabbed a quick snack and a cup of stim-caf and returned to the grounds - finding a bench and table to sit at. She wondered what would happen if the Force remained like this - if an Academy would even be necessary?

She looked at her sabers, attached to her belt. They'd not been used since she'd returned from wherever it was she ended up with Kana before returning to Alderaan.

She took a bite from the sandwich - grilled vegetables - and sipped her drink. She winced as it was too hot. Once upon a time the Force could have been used to soothe the pain, even repair the inevitable blister that would most likely appear. Now she just had to accept the immediate pain and the ongoing discomfort. Would the galaxy truly be a better place without the Force? As much as she wanted to reconcile with her sisters she had to say it would not. The good it did for the majority outweighed the negatives for her personally.

She smiled and pulled a small piece of ryshcate out of her bag. It was locally made and not the same - but it was better than nothing and reminded her of a time less complicated.

 

[Kana Truden]

“With the way things are going right now?” Kana sighed. “No.”

The One Sith had been successful. Too damn successful. So no, Kana did not see herself serving the Jedi until she was old at this point. Morale was at an all-time low. At this point she saw two fates and they both had a bitter hint of defeatism to them. Either her fate would be death, or a fate worse than it. To become a tool for domination, no that wasn’t the way to go.

She could have laughed at the Yoda remark but she didn’t.

Her mood seeped into her every word. Fatigue was starting to show. This was why she shouldn’t have rested. “It’s a great quote, Kian.”

“I just don’t know anymore. I have taken punches yet only been able to hand out so few of them myself. It’s like no matter what we do we’re just doomed to fail or worse. Just with these thoughts I feel like I fail the Order, but it’s all I’ve been able to think of lately.”

“Ever since… Ever since Alderaan.” No. There was a limit to it all. Kana’s face planted itself upon her knees. That warm eye liquid was pooling up on her pants again yet she refused to sob about it. Calm yet staggered breathing would have to do.

[member="Kian Karr"]

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian knelt down beside Kana and placed a hand in her shoulder. He didn't speak for several moments, allowing her to let it out. Kian remembered Alderaan all too well, remembered the blood on his hands.

"If we weigh our success only in winning....then yes we have failed." Kian said after a few silent moments. "But if we view success in the lives we've saved and the innocents we've fought for, then we have not."

"So many lives lost. So much pain and suffering.....it gets hard sometimes to remember all the good we've done. But we have done good Kana." Kian said reassuringly.

"We saved as many as we could and we will continue to fight for those who need us, regardless of whether or not we can win." Kian said pulling his hand away and placing them on his lap.

"Fighting on despite the odds is what make us Jedi." Kian stretched out a hand toward the monument. "They knew that."

[member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Kana Truden]

“They’ve destroyed Alderaan.” Kana sobbed despite her best attempt not to. “I know I shouldn’t care like I do but I was six years overdue to go home again and the first thing I see when I do is the vongformation and my old home in ruins.”

Her head placed itself once more upon her knees, staring at Kian. It was probably a breakdown way overdue. All the defeats and smacks life had thrown at her up until now just slowly making themselves reminded of exactly just how small she felt inside.

“I can’t see myself letting them win, but that doesn’t mean my mind keeps telling me to stop.” Her eyes burned, her cheeks were wet. “I feel like a padawan again. That same old padawan who has just found out about the One Sith’s victory on her home-planet.”

[member="Kian Karr"]

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

LOCATION: New Holstice, Outside Hospital
OBJECTIVE: Consider offering 'sisterly' advice, punch self for bad pun
MUSIC: Born Sad by Mary Lambert<3
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Trying to light up her cigar with the force seemed like an incredibly bad idea. And so she didn't do it, for once. In fact she focused quite hard on not doing so. After all she had done such a thing accidentally many times! It was, however, only recently a certain someone had made her aware of that fact. Two people, actually. A certain jerkface (Nyx sure loved to insult the people she cared about) had told her that hey! you're sensitive to the force. Congrats on being what you hate most! Ha ha ha. Ha. Then a second person had told her of the many, many health risks that came with smoking... and added that pyromania was a dangerous thing and 'you should be careful how often you do that'. Apparently the amount of self-caused facial burns that Stone had treated was surprisingly high. So the Zorren had agreed to at least try not to set herself on fire. Instead she'd simply fill her lungs with thousands of horrible chemicals by sucking on a burning stick. Because logic.

She took the first breath as if she had been deprived of oxygen for minutes.

A trail of smoke left her lips, drifting into the air, making her almost want to smile. But her attention was yet again drawn elsewhere. Was she really seeing Corvus again?!? Or this was actually her. Or actually not her. Just like the last time! Scowling she took another puff, ignoring the sting that the dirty air left on her torn cheek. Her gaze still lingered on the Jedi woman. The person that she would have tried to kill five years ago. Simply five months ago they had been on bad terms- even though they hadn't even met yet. Nyx hated forcies. It was that easy to understand. Her experiences with them were ninety percent bad. From Sorren to the Darths to her bosses... to herself. This girl though... [member="Corvus Raaf"], as she was called, had flipped everything upside down for the ex-Imperial. One day she had just waltzed in, smiling like a dork, and started talking. They had bonded over soup, Sith poison, and a fake Corellian accent. Half of their conversation had seemed like they were old friends, not strangers who should be trying to kill each other. That's what it felt like to her, at least. Who knew what the actual Corellian thought?

"Oh gah, Nyx is such a bisch, I can't believe I could stand talkin to her for, like, five minutes, even. Ugh."
Nyx had always loved exaggerating her impressions of people.

Quietly she glanced at her... acquaintance. Was the lassy doing better than she had this morning? If that had even been her earlier? Maybe... maybe I should go over to her and offer her some sisterly advice. Now, Nyx didn't know how bad of a pun she had accidentally just made. It's not like she realized that the Headmaster was seeing her siblings instead of the people who were actually there. If she had known... well... she would have punched herself for such an awful unintentional joke. Doing such would be the 'responsible' thing to do. As would going to assist her. The question wasn't about moralities. It was about whether or not she could actually give any sound advice or do any good. Her track record was pretty freaking bad as of late. She'd probably just say the wrong thing before 'casually' running off without another word. Despite that... the urge was still there. Being around these guys sure has made me a sucker for friendship... great... just great...
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EQUIPMENT: Stolen red lightsaber x1, data-pad
INJURIES: Burned + cut arms, scratches on forehead, sprained ankle, sore shoulder, bruised rib, poisoned.
NOTES: Nyx will be focusing on Character Development for this thread.

 

[Not Ordo]

The epic form of the great ship dropped from hyperspace and hung unmoving for a long moment. Helmetus looked out the viewport and nodded.

"I claim this world in the name of me." He said, "what is it called?"

"New Holstice lord Helmetus." Major Rod said.

"If this is New the old one must have sucked."

"Indeed my lord."

"It now belongs to us."

"HAIL HELMETUS!"

"Fething right hail me."

The work of claimimg the world done they activated their hyperdrive and went to the next world. The galaxy would be his again. Akala could play games he tagged his turf.

 

[Caleb Brolen]

I proceeded to New Hope on my speeder as fast as I could. It wasn't in overall danger but that could change as fast as light. Most if not all of the hospitals were secure and the doctor and medics were doing everything they could with the supplies they had but with half of the galaxy disappearing over night (still not getting used to saying that) we are spread thin.

I parked my speeder at the side landing pad and moved to the front of the hospital. On the way I requisitioned two security guards armed with stun blasters. When I got to the front I ignited my lightsaber and the as the blue blade filled my vision I turned my head to see another padawan fighting. I jumped into the mix knocking one guy on the floor with a spin kick. Two guys turned their heads and said "Another one" in a synchronized fashion. They began firing on my but I blocked most of the shots with my saber

[member="Sabena Shai"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Putting away her food, Corvus sighed and stood up. Her work here was done for now. Tomorrow it would be another planet and another set of circumstances. And there probably wouldn't be time for Ryshcate!

 

[Bubák]

“Of course the Council will know we are speaking the truth,” Elizie stated, “Have faith in the Council, trust in the Light Side.” The girl exhaled, completely ignoring the compliment Uri had sent her way. She had noticed his attention, but gave it no thought. They were Jedi. Their duty was to protect the innocents and help the galaxy heal from the wounds suffered in the painfully long conflict. As a Jedi, the Arkanian had no time for pursuing romance, nor she wanted to. As a person, well, the white-haired Padawan could not even remember the last time she was a person and not a Jedi. Truth to be told, the last time as a person, she was little more than a rich racist noble believing in Arkanian supremacy. Someone like her fellow Padawan would have no place in her life, so she preferred to remain a Jedi and focus on their duties, thinking of Uri as a friend.

“Come,” she said, the usual firmness returning to her voice, “We cannot change what happened, so let’s not dwell on it. Let’s help our men carry some of those medical supplies to the hospital.” With that, she was off, marching towards one of the shuttles loaded with medical supplies where two soldiers tirelessly worked on carrying large crates towards the nearby hospital.

[member="Uri Aureleos"]

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
“Nubia has the facilities to build this, as does Gyndine which I hope to soon bring into our sphere. Regardless, if need be we will find a way to make it happen. Shipyards can be built, upgraded if needed.”

“The main weapon of this ship will be these 6 turrets. These turrets are what I call Vortex Cannons…those are being designed separately. However, I feel they will be powerful enough to do severe damage to anything they hit.”

“The key is…they have to be kept out of range of enemy capital ships. If not it is quite vulnerable to attack as the armour is weaker than that of a regular destroyer to facility greater speed.”

 

[Orick T'ane]

Catching up with Render has been about as therapeutic as he could have hoped for. His comrade was a captain now in 7th fleet, quite the coincidence. He had shared some of the same space these last few weeks and hadn't known it. Memories of the good times were enough to make the damage he had taken on Denon easier to handle. the Ranger had been mauled pretty good. but she was a tough old boat and was up in the air in no time.

He didn't have an agenda for the rest of the day, he was just wandering around, enjoying the sights and hoping he could find something interesting going on that didn't involve gunfire. He ran his hand through his hair and was reminded of the last thing Render had said to him before he left get yourself a hair cut and for god's sake get some real clothes, your an embarrassment to the marines.

 

[Sabena Shai]

Two thugs had been incapacitated by Sabena and [member="Caleb Brolen"]. Four remained - the two with blasters still standing.

As soon as Sabena noticed both blaster wielders targeting Caleb, she dashed forward. Two brawny gangsters with vibroblades impeded her path. There was a twitch in the young woman’s left hand as its grip left that of her lightsaber hilt.

The two men in front of her stood their stances. One stood to the left, the other to the right. They both attempted to swing at the same time - both swinging outward and away from each other almost horizontally. Yet, they did not aim their swings correctly as their blades passed just above Sabena’s head - her body low to the ground as she dashed between them untouched.

Once past the two men with vibroblades, Sabena locked onto the nearest man with a blaster pistol. She lashed out and cut off the single hand holding the blaster. The wounded thug screamed in pain as he clutched his wrist.

The second man with a blaster turned toward Sabena. However, she was already too close. She slashed her lightsaber once more and sliced off the top of the blaster pistol - effectively destroying it. She then ducked low and lunged toward the man. She threw out her left hand and landed her palm firmly upon the thug’s stomach.

After a second’s delay, the gangster keeled over and fell to the ground in apparent pain.

Breathing in sharply, Sabena then exhaled with a drawn out, soft, “H̵aa.”

It was up to Caleb to finish off the final two gangsters.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Kayleigh smiled. Friedrich knew what he was doing. She had full confidence in his knowledge of designing ships. They had similar minds in that aspect. She would nod in agreement with his proposal.

"Whatever it is you need, we'll make happen. Finances will be arranged and we will secure the shipyards we need to compensate for the losses at Rendili and Kuat."

Finishing the small meal she had gotten, she leaned back and ran her hand through her long, flowing hair. "I am all for whatever will give us an advantage. What are your thoughts of equipping more of our capital ships with GAMs, similar to the one we currently have?"

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

 

[Caleb Brolen]

As I deflected shots from the remaining two looters I looked over to see [member="Sabena Shai"] tear right through the other four. However this led to me not paying attention to the guys in front of me. A well placed shot knocked the lightsaber out of my hands and on to the ground next to me. I rolled over behind so shipping containers carrying medical supplies and other stuff.

I looked back at my lightsaber on the ground to see it spark and fidget. It was sure to be broken though this gives my an excuse to make a new one. I had to think fast to take these guys out but i'm not a very think heavy kind a guy so I just charged them. They weren't expecting that as they panicked when I was suddenly upon them. I grabbed one mans wrist and slammed it against my knee shattering the bone. The man screamed and dropped his blaster then I flipped him over my shoulder into the next guy. They slammed into each other and both fell on the ground.

I want over to pick up my lightsaber and under close inspection it power cell and flux aperture had holes right through them. The two guards I had brought with me stood at attention so I said "Take these men into custody". They saluted and walked near the bodies that were still alive. I walked over to the other padawan and said "Good work out there, you kicked some serious butt. My name is Caleb by the way."

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
“Yes, I believe the Noblesse and Avenger classes should have it as standard. It’s still an expensive and rare item, so it can’t be put onto anything smaller, and only front line ships require it, not carriers or support ships like the Maelstrom will be.”

“One final note about the Maelstrom – it won’t have room for any fighters or bombers itself, so it’ll need to be well escorted, probably by a Metellos and an Azalus frigate.”