Restoration II: Electric Boogaloo [TU Dominion of Druckenwell]

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Hyperspace
Objective: 3 B
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Seanna Vel"]
Enemies: Random Pirates, [member="Kuryr"]

The swirling blue of hyperspace was never soothing. How some men enjoyed it I'll never know, but watching it drives me mad. I sat comfortable aboard one of my own ships with another in tow behind us. Since Netherworld disaster Druckenwell's defenders, the Omega Protectorate, had not been able to reclaim the system and pirates had taken over parts of it. The considerable fleet commanded by the CEC had been unable to keep them all out, though the shipyards and drydocks that operated on the planet were well defended. Cities of pirates, smugglers, theives, and other disreputatble characters had popped up in recent months and it was time that the Techno Union reclaimed the valuable system.

With two Bes'Drahr-class Battleships followed by a pair of Sev'Rance-class Light Carriers formed the main group of the ArmaTech and Techno Union ships that would be clearing the space farring pirates out of the outer system. Once we drove deep enough into the system we could link up with the CEC ships, assuming negotiations with the leadership of the organization went well. With any luck they would assist, but you never know with Corellians. The Beskar hulled beasts, with a name meaning Iron Dragon reverted in system with a jolt, actually about a half hour from the furtherest planetoid in the system and plenty of time to go through final checks before the first combat testing began. [member="Anija Betna"] and [member="Seanna Vel"] were both currently aboard, probably for the best. I liked to keep Seanna close by after the events of the peace conference and Anija didn't exactly trust me yet.

"Sir, we have arrived."

[OOC]

Spoiler

Druckenwell.
Formerly a Trade Federation World in the centuries past, the oceanic world is home to massive CEC Shipyards, hidden Trade Federation Goodies, and the home of Pirates. This will be the Test for Operation CyberPunk.

Objective One:
Negotiate with [member="Ayden Cater"] about bringing CEC into the fold. The Shipyards there are some of the largest on the Outer Rim and the CEC produces some of the finest ships in the Galaxy. Diplomacy and Tact are of the utmost importance here, but we also need to make a sweet profit and gain access to some of his ships.

Objective Two:
The Trade Federation used this world as a shipyard nearly 900 years ago. While those shipyards are gone, rumors of a hidden Research and Development Facility hidden within an active underwater volcano have been discovered by the SpyNet. Infiltrate the Facility, handle the defenses you may encounter, and get data logs of the facility. You may also find some neat toys that our long dead ancestors left for us.

SpyNet says that the Techno Union of antiquity was building something nasty for the Clone Wars there, and we want it. Get it for us.

Objective Three:
Several Groups of Pirates have taken up residence in the system. There is one we are willing to speak with, and another that needs to be dealt with a bit less diplomacy and a bit more Turbolaser fire.

Three A )
For the Criminal Aspects, there is a city Kalandra. Its home to pirates and criminals of all sorts. You want it, you need it, and you want to dig your claws in before the Military instills marshal law and tries to clean it up. Currently the Jackals control it. Do you want to co-exists or own it. Up to you. According to [member="Marek Starchaser"] they need to be Baktoid'd but he ain't here no mo'.

Three B )
For our Military Types, either take command of a squadron of starfighters, or one of ArmaTech's new Bes'Drahr Battleships and eliminate the Red Hounds (Random NPC Pirate Fleet). Perhaps if negotiations with CEC go well they may join us for the fight in clearing the system.

[Tag Box]

Spoiler

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective; Ruin the Techno Union's Day
Location: En Route
1/20

Coren Starchaser had ideas here. He had the Underground at his beck and call, and what he really wanted to do was stop some of the plague of the crazy the galaxy was releasing. He was on his way over to Druckenwell. He knew that an ally of his was on the world, but the Techno Union didn’t have the best track record with the planet. He wanted to ensure that should things go wrong for the world, people were going to be saved. That meant getting to the shipyard and securing it away from Techno Union interests.

He made any calls out to the Underground and other interested parties. The Techno Union couldn’t be trusted, after what they had done in the past. That was not going to fly here. The Starchaser was bringing in a corvette, one that had a few boarding crafts on but civilian markers and IFF. He was going to sneak in, and get to the ship yard, and prevent the Union from taking it.

They would just drop it again. It wasn’t worth the suffering in the galaxy for them to even touch the place.

“We’ll be arriving shortly.”

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective:
With Mente - 1
With Marek - 3A - Pirate elimination
Location: Druckenwell, outside Kalandra
2/20

They’d been here before. The Techno Union had arrived on Druckenwell in the past, and the Omega Protectorate were there to ruin the day. Break their toys and take the world, that was back when Baktoid was still a thing, back before he and Irani took the company after the reason the world was lost and the hate mail had come to the Techno Union. They were going to do it right this time. He knew that [member="Ayden Cater"] was here. He knew that Corellian Engineering was around Druckenwell, working for the planet’s benefit.

And Marek couldn’t hate the fellow Corellian. He was hoping that the Union was smart enough to pull Cater in, but the former Foreman was not in the game of playing politics. He was here, sure, but he was here to watch the transition. Make sure the fighting on the world was kept to a minimum and make sure that anyone getting near the stations were checked and re-checked.

He sent Mente up to the station, in her HRD body, and carried on to the planet’s surface himself. He knew that his HRD would help the Foreman in speaking to the Hat and getting CEC worked into the Union. Cater knew what he was doing and it’d be one less thing to worry about.

But Marek was on anti-Pirate duty.

He knew there was a city where the pirates were holed up, and he was going to murder them.

All of them.

No armor, his lightsaber, and the Force. Marek was reaching out to the world, reaching out to the sun, the sea, the air and the environment around him. He was not messing around.

No pirates in his Union.

 

[Kuryr]

Location: Warehouse on the outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: 3b, but totally stealing a ship
Allies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]
Enemies: Clueless [member="Draco Vereen"] and the corporate dream team that's too busy counting money to notice me stealing stuff. and [member="Mirshko Betna"]

[1/20]

The small group of pirates were gathered around the shuttle as Kuryr began going over the plan. He wanted to bring more pirates to the party, but the shuttle needed to be official so he could only bring fifteen pirates, the normal maintenance crew that was supposed to meet battleship. His vanguard were mixed in with the rest of the pirate, each one assigned a small three man team. He saw Bellatrix standing off to the side as he began to speak. "You all have your jobs, each group will secure a different part of the ship, while I head to the bridge. Once we have the sections locked down, Dekka you will initiate a reactor meltdown. It's imperative that you remember the release braces, they will need to be neutralized first. Once we initiate the fake meltdown, Chuka, you and your team will assault the armory, you don't need to do anything but keep them from getting to it. Control the armory and we control the ship. Leslin you're to taking the hanger, space everyone if they give you trouble. I don't care about casualties, just the ship." He puffed from his ever present cigarra and blew out a large cloud of smoke.

He glanced one last time at the shuttle, he had hoped for more time before this operation got underway, the paint hadn't even had time to dry yet, the Armatech logo was likely to run if they weren't careful. Sighing deeply he turned back the the group of pirates, "Lauron, you're team is to secure the medical bay. While I take the bridge with Bellatrix and my team. This can only happen after the meltdown has been faked. Only then will we have the confusion needed to make this work. Now lets get into these maintenance jumpsuits and hets get going. I want no mistakes, this ship will make us the most independent pirates in the galaxy." He nodded and the group broke up, the two Rodians began to hand out yellow and white jumpsuits, each had a matching padded helmet. With the helmets it would be easier to move around the ship, but in the end anyone who managed to see the pirates would be eliminated regardless.

There was precious little time left for anything, loading the crates with their gear had to be the priority and his band of pirates knew it. Several crates with armor and weapons, as well as explosives and electronic equipment was to be loaded aboard the shuttle before they departed. With one final glance, he headed to the front of the ship to inspect the paint job, it was too late to change it now, but he was concerned.

 

[Jeong Hye]

Objective: Two
Post: 1/20

Overdrive was branching out. While she could do most things remotely, and did, she sometimes needed a physical presence, and that often just wasn't possible if she was going to keep up her daily façade. So she'd done what people had done for centuries. Outsourced. She found a small group who called themselves the BadDogs, and she'd hired them. They were losers. Violent, unpredictable criminals, failures who's heists and ops tended to go sidewise. But they had a lot of useful skills, they just needed a brain to guide them, and that she could do.

It helped that they were heavily modded. When she'd first contacted them, their implants and prosthetics had been second rate. She'd had them upgraded. Still rough, these were street surgeries after all, but while not pretty they operated much better now, and if she happened to be able to hack in directly now, well, that just meant she could manage them that much better.

Also they had a cyborg dog. Which might have influenced her a little.

"You're coming up on the target now."

It would have been easy to have a fancy ship, depend on it's sensors, but then they would have been too easy to detect. The TU would surely be moving in soon, she wanted to be in and out before them, she had no interest in fighting, in getting her men killed. So they were in a little tech free zodiac, watched over by her via satellites and ships she continually cycled through from her safe position in the hotel her father had them currently staying in, following on the coattails of the movers and pushers of the Techno Union, as usual.

"Kibi, put the damned rebreather on! Yer head and lungs's about the only bit of you what ain't machine! C'mon dog!"

"Just stick it on 'im Retto!"

"What d'ya think I'm tryna do here mate? You give it a go Bazza!"

"I'm steering the damned boat, I ain't got time t'play with the dog!"

"Hey, lady, you sure our new gear's gonna hold up underwater?"

This was more tentative. They weren't used to talking to someone they couldn't see yet.

"I'm sure."

"Kibi too?"

"Kibi too."

"Right-o.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Hyperspace
Objective: 3 B
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Seanna Vel"]
Enemies: Random Pirates, [member="Kuryr"]
Post: [1/20]

Hyperspace travel was never really Anija's thing. Though, it was vastly different when travelling inside a large ship of the wall as opposed to a starfighter. In a small craft like her bes'uliik she felt every little jolt. Here, the inertial dampners worked a lot better... or well, they were supposed to. She gripped reflexively at the arms of her chair as the ship reverted from hyperspace, and the stars snapped back into pinpoint clarity.

Well, there were obviously a few bugs to work out of the Bes'Drahr-class Battleships. That was what they were here for, wasn't it? Some days, she wasn't sure. Especially after the stinging defeat they'd suffered at Wayland. Sighing and then swearing under her breath, she rubbed at her forehead and tried to think. She still got headaches and blurry vision occasionally...and right now, she needed nor wanted neither. That thought made her frown, and she glared slightly in Draco's direction. Fortunately, her helmet hid her scowl for the moment.

Shaking her head at her own train of thought, Anija tried to focus. Right. They had a job to do. She tapped a few buttons on her gauntlet and whispered a few commands to ANNE. In a few seconds, the holographic schematic for the Bes'drahr floated in front of her, with annotations noting the various systems. being linked up to the Bes'drahr's main net, she had access to internal systems and sensors, and so did ANNE> Frowning she had ANNE run a few diagnostics on the hyperdrive. That lurch wasn't supposed to happen. Maybe something was wrong with the inertial dampners.

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Outskirts of Kalandra; enroute to Techno Union facility
Objective: Two
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Kuryr"]
Post: [2/20]

Well, never thought I'd find myself here... especially so soon after Wayland.... Mirshko thought to herself and she moved alongside Arrbi. She'd come along with him and a small group of other Protectors to help the Techno Union secure the planet. She wasn't sure exactly what the Techno Union was. Da had tried explaining it to her, but it just didn't make much sense. In the end, she supposed it really didn't matter. He'd asked if she wanted to come along, and of course she'd said yes.

So, here she was... on yet another world she knew nothing about. Well, not nothing. But not much. Historical records listed it as having been the site of a shipyard centuries ago. Now, it was overrun with pirates and similar people. Not the kind she really wanted to encounter. But... she knew she would have eventually regardless. Frowning slightly under her helmet, Mirshko sighed slightly at the mental tangent her thoughts had taken. She needed to focus.

Around them, the Protector squad moved forwards, weapons ready as they each scanned the area for hostiles. Right now, they were heading for where reports from [member="Draco Vereen"] had said there was some sort of base. From the sound of it, it wasn't going to be a simple matter to get to, either. But, Mandalorians excelled at getting into areas they weren't really meant to.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Protect the Shipyard from the Techno Union Plague
Location: En route to the station
3/20

Real space reversion wasn’t harsh. The thing was that Coren Starchaser wasn’t used to this vessel. Hell, he wasn’t used to most of the ones that were aboard her. Tachyon Rising was out with the Event Horizon in the Unknown Regions, kicking around the edge of the Muun system, if he remembered correctly. And the Tiburon, she was off near Laekia, with the Dawn Treader. All his ships here were ones that he wasn’t associated with. Even the Niathal that he was using to hunt the Sith known as [member="Sage Bane"] was stashed for now. The Corvette had fairly typical load out. Civilian with a few extras.

He looked out over the visage of Druckenwell and nodded to the pilot of the corvette. “Keep us in orbit. Our shuttles will handle anything that’s needed from the station. And keep running the neutral IFF. Just out here as buyers.”

Simple. And most of the freighters were CEC vessels anyhow.

Ever play Assassins Creed? Yeah, that was what Coren Starchaser was aiming for. That and being Steve McQueen in space with a dash of Sir Francis Drake.

He made his way to the hangar of the corvette, it was one of the FarStar style CR90s. He approached the freighter that he had assigned himself to and nodded as he made his way to the cockpit. He wasn’t flying, because he had other things on his mind, and a mission different from the freighters. They’d drop off their precious cargo and be ready to stop the Techno Union from causing a mistake.

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As he sat down and listened to the start up sequence, a rendezvous point was transmitted to him from [member="Khaleel Malvern"].

“Change of plans, pilot. We're heading planetside. Meeting a friend at the volcano. Freights 2 and 3, carry on with the mission.” He nodded to the ship’s captain, sitting down as the ship lifted from the hangar.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: 01
Location: En Route to Space Station
Allies: Mente | [member="Ayden Cater"]
Post: [01/20]


There was absolutely no way the Techno Union would ever be welcome on Druckenwell. Not for the immediate future. Far too much bad blood existed. The droid armies and mercenary companies of the Techno Union could slaughter pirates, slavers, and cultists until the inevitable heat death of the universe and it would make no difference. They could build a multitude of hospitals, clinics, relief centers, and hostels and public opinion would never budge. It would never undermine the fact that the reason Druckenwell needed those sorts of establishments in bulk was because a philistine brute had been given the lofty title of general (in no small part due to the nepotism that plagued Confederate ranks) and dropped Druckenwell's shipyards on Druckenwell itself.

The devastation was total. Almost incalculable, but the Protectorate had calculated it regardless. If not to adjust relief efforts, then to shame their cowardly Confederate foes. But now the Omega Protectorate was gone. The Confederacy, in a sense, was still there. They had struggled, but now they were rising to be the dominant force in the South Systems. Their first order of business was to re-establish control over their former territories. Ando, Apatros, Rodia, Christophsis, and so forth. This included Druckenwell. In times past, the Confederacy would have been more concerned with its public image. They were "good" guys. They could not force themselves over an unwilling government, even if it was what's best for them.

The Techno Union did not share these qualms.

The Techno Union was interested in asset procurement. Blasted into oblivion though it was, Druckenwell could rise from the ashes again. It would take decades, but the Techno Union understood the importance of long-term investment. Not just in planets and shipyards, but in personnel. Personnel like the former Lord Protector of the Omega Protectorate. The same former Lord Protector who was responsible for a lot of detonating hardware in the wake of the One Sith's seizure of the Corellia system. Bounties had been posted. False intelligence spread. Casualties blown out of proportion. Gerion Ardik, and the Techno Union as a whole, were far less concerned with alleged "war crimes" and more concerned with Cater's abilities as a fleet commander, CEO, and general badass.

Besides, a little war crime here and there never hurt anyone. In fact, Gerion had a couple under his belt. Like when he authorized the Graug to sterilize Kalee. But that was under a different name. Bygones. Just like the bad blood between the Lord Protector and the new government of the Techno Union. So now the Director of the Techno Union's Department of Law, plus one of Marek's Human Replica Droids, now docked at the space station where the meeting was scheduled to take place.

This would be fun.

 

[Lord Zrixtas]

[1/20]
Objective: 3 B
Location: The bridge of The Shadow's damnation (Bes'Drahr Battle-cruiser)(Hyperspace)
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Pirates

The bridge was busy before it went silent as the new captain walked into it. His robes moved a little after him as he walked into the bridge, his hood obscuring most of his droid bodies face except the red glow of his optical scanners and voice modulator. He looked over the bridge officers as he moved deeper into the bridge and sat down in the captains chair.
"Ensign, please report on our progress on the distance to Druckenwell." He said as he looked towards the ensign who seemed to flinch a little at his appearance. 'Aren't these trained soldiers?' He thought as he moved one hand up to his chin and rubbed it a little.
"Sir please Ignore the ensign this is his first day on the job I'm afraid." An elderly man said that walked up to stand at Zrixtas's side, he looked at the ensign and smiled at him which caused the ensign to nod. "Y-Yes sir We are just about to exit Hyper space in a few minutes." The young Ensign then answered with a bit more confidence. "All right contact the Techno union forces on Druckenwell and notify them of our arrival, then confirm our orders." Zrixtas said as he pressed a button on his arm rest and got a holo-display up and he began to familiarize himself with the ships weapons, their firing archs and the ships maneuverability.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Location: An alley on the outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: Two, because reasons
Watching: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]

Post: 1/20


While a small squad of troopers descended upon the warehouse, Olom's eyes focused on them. Techno Union representatives, from the insignias of the armor. Trainin differently though. He raised a clawed hand, his dimunitive figure casting a silhouette of a robed gremlin in the shadows. "I will ask only once: Who do you work for, and what business have you on Druckenwell?"



He did not activate his saber hilt, or any other weapon on his person. The Sith Columi stood, leaning on his innocuous cane. He offered no smile, his dour features made more severe. Besides, his teeth were altogether too sharp and unnerving to be displayed to armed enemies. "Forgive my terseness, but I need to know whether or not your goals are something I should assist in or interfere with, or just ignore completely," he said, stating it calmly as though it were the weather instead of the fairly obvious half-threat it was.



The truth, while never his strong suit, was what mattered here. The Truth is that he had heard of a very odd research station that had supposedly been unearthed during the so call fall of Druckenwell. He'd never been able to see it for himself. If he could acquire those records, it'd do him some good. He could use some good fortune for a change. The truth is that if they were after it as well, offering his expertise in exchange for a cut would be easier than picking a fight. Plus, it'd let him look for prospects. Double win.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location:Hyperspace
Objective: 3 B
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemy: [member="Kuryr"]

Seanna being said to be quiet on this trip. It wasn't the coldness of space that got to you. Far from it then just what was it. Being the planet they seem to be on course. Call it for what it worth but twisted fate had it all written on. Last time being here she was but a learner of the force. It was fate now that sicken her own stomach. Days following the last battle that took place over Duckenwell. Durning that time she was a POW, her master was also. doing what she would to make since of it all.

One moment taking on a powerful force user having no business taking on such monster. Even then she had to put her skills to use as she had to be able to make tails of what happen to cause half the planet to go into the darkness. To this day was it one reason she had started to drink so much the scream of all these people leaving the force with screams. Enough to not no anything but find out who was truely the evil ones. Trueness she knew of the darkside but that she wouldn't step to fully bath in its darkness.

No she was born of a different kind of model that she would shape her of her upbringing. Working hard for a living, to do what took to put food on the table. Even so she finished with lacing up her boots, it was strange to once again be putting on this armor. Not used to this kind of choice of clothing. Never less she wasn't the one that calling the shots. As much as she was hot head and full of being stubbornness. No with what she grown up now trying to come to turn in the business world. Knowing when she had to think and sometimes even know when the best corse wasn't always what she thought best but the best deal for the dealings.

It was in this matter she found herself in, among these people. As it was learning more about a culture one that she didn't have to pretend to take a liking to at all. This warriors like to fight when she like to do very much with her two fist, and drinking that would be a double plus in her books. Even those she didn't know very many of these warriors yet she knew that what Draco had done by adopting her as his sister, he saw something in her even if she didn't see herself of yet.

Even those she was on this side trip from her business dealings she wasn't with out her own aches of the business, making sure all was running smooth. As it was in the very dealing going on with some spice farming disagreen with his fair price of the market of red fire leaves to the Nerf that had steaks of grade AA quality. To keep both party happy. Greed would feel all these in the galaxy one way or another.

Coming out of her inclosed room, meeting Draco once again. This time more taking note of her as this time she didn't have her helmet in place. Letting her fire red hair flow down around her. Nothing to say she didn't feel out the armor very nicely but those hips of hers with the bust that she had tuck away. One be a fool to thinking of her not of something that could bare children be a good line to created many warrior from. Far from her mind was that kind of life style how could one like herself think when she was trying to build her own empire of something not most would see as a good way of life. For her it was more then anything as there always mouth to feed why not take a large piece of that pie.

Seeing another one with her this one she didn't know but by judging it seem she was busy with the enter working of this ship.

"Greetings, I would say I'm looking forward to seeing Duckenwell again but I can say I do, with the last time I was here."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Trade Fed Secrete Facility
Objective: 2
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: TU Forces
Post: [1/20]

This was a Trade Conglomerate Operation, data and research vital to the ancient Trade Federation was key to building Jasters vast trade empire. When word reached him through the Hutt Cartel of a odd facility within a dormant Volcano, Jaster took a small cargo vessel and some Police Officers to secure the data. The facility was enormous, and terminals dataing back to before the Clone Wars were there. The data would have been staggering during his research. Time however was cut short, word reached Jaster of the TU invasion, he knew they would eventually reach this place, time was running out. He only had a small handful of security guards, only light armored and carried outdated E-11 blaster rifles. They would be no match for a TU squad, trained and battle hardened, his men only felt with occasional pirates.

He hurried his men, securing the central facility would be key, collecting as much data on the old Federation was what Jaster was after. Once that was complete, he could leave fake data for those that followed. Or at least he figured he could be in and out before anyone could arrive, he was wrong.

The data Was staggering, nearly all the information that the terminals held would require a week of downloading and decrypting. Jaster at best had possibly half the day, who knew how close they were to the TU breaking this facility. He dictated his guards to set up defencive posistions and hold intruders off for as long as they could.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Location: Atmo, Civilian Clunker, in route to island near presumed Base Location
Objective: 2
Allies: Other TU folk along the water ways, looking for the secret underwater volcano base
NPCs: SpyNet Agents, Department of Energy, and http://starwarsrp.net/topic/62778-jack-tony-rodriguez-iii/#entry934850
Enemies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Jeong Hye"]


The SpyNet Agent flying the equivalent of a space faring cargo container stoically eased the Clunker into the planet's atmosphere without so much as a word. Next to the being sat an equally stoic co-pilot. Their level of professionalism was almost inspiring, after dealing with a team of college educated divas that happened to be Ross's Engineering Team. They were always whining about something, wages being late, unsafe workplace standards, and of course the endless stream of complaints about Jack Tony Rodriguez III (WHOM ROSS LOVED LIKE A CHILD). So what if he occasionally chased some of the shorter engineers down the hall? He was a fething tiger after all. The Keshian Tiger he'd liberated from an oppressive Monarch who'd surely attained power from some farcical aquatic ceremony. It really did inspire anarchist overtones, seeing such seemingly inherited violence in an authoritarian regime. Jack was obviously much happier in his care, even though a few of his employees had seemed to vanish after he acquired his feline companion.

Ross gave a yawn and shifted in his Olympian armor as Jack (now perpetually at his side) gave a small yowl. For the first time the so far emotionless armored servants of the state before him seemed nervous, one even gave a slight jump.

"Don't worry." Ross said in a cheerful tone, hoping to ease the dutiful heroes' minds "He's already eaten once today."

For some reason that didn't seem to ease their troubled minds. Ross frowned slightly. Ever since that Aruda business with that teeny tiny electromagnetic bomb people seemed to react a bit differently towards him. In truth he had begun to see the world in a very different light himself. His benefactors above him didn't seem to mind so long as he continued producing quality conclusions through the Tower Project and a few side ventures.

The Galaxy had seemed to open to him, in all it's glory. The smile returned.

"How long?" He asked again, returning to the previous cheerful demeanor.

"ETA Two minutes to LZ sir." One of them replied quickly.

"See. This is why I like you guys. So damn professional."

They remained silent, though whether it was because of before mentioned professionalism or the fact that an armored and potentially mentally ill man was sitting behind them with a machine gun and tiger.... only they could say.

Ross made a mental note to ask them later.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Warehouse on the outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: 3B
Allies: [member="Kuryr"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]

[1/20]

Bellatrix took the white and yellow jumpsuit from one of the Rodian twins… whichever one it was. She could never tell them apart. To avoid this common mishap, she refused to use their real names and only called either one of them Twin. As in:

"Thanks, Twin," she said, smirking and beginning to pull on the jumpsuit. It fit easily over her short, form-fitting body glove. Once she zipped it, with deft, blue-skinned fingers, she twirled her long, black hair into a rope and pinned it atop of her head. Strapped underneath the jumpsuit were two Czerka fighting knives within relatively easy reach with a little maneuvering into the suit. She would also carry a concealed pistol and finally her wrist braces: dart-shooters which were tipped with a tranquilizer. She never knew when a mark was powerful enough to be kept alive over instant death thus a lethal poison was not necessarily. But hopefully she would learn the rules around all of the lizard-monkey's enemies in time.

In the meantime, she kept an eye on Chukka, whose arm cast had finally come after after Bellatrix broke her wrist with a violent Force push into the wall of her quarters a few weeks ago when the Cathar tried to wake her.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: B: Serving the self-interest[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Volcano Facility[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There were two singular truths in the Galaxy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Techno Union did not care about Jaster or his supposed vast Trade Empire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Criminal Empire of Malvern also did not care about Jaster or his supposed vast Trade Empire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Because in the grand scheme of things they had been in this game for far too long, had their fingers in too many metaphorical pies and were too well-connected to really consider an ant of any concern of theirs. It was simply the nature of the game that those who arrived late to it would always stay exactly where it belonged, beneath the heels of those more worthy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Such was the way that the old Trade Federation facility was only as secret as the Techno Union wished it to be, because they had owned this world in the distant past and they knew exactly what was going on with it before - so how the Hutt Cartel would ever have been aware of it? It was anyone’s guess really.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But the entire point of it was that Jaster would not arrive to an empty facility ready to be picked over by the self-servient vultures, instead he would walk into the collective barrels of hard-bitten operatives and enough firepower to blast a small city into the outer-atmosphere.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]That was probably an exaggeration tho.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khaleel wasn’t aware of this problem, of course. He was too busy in the mainframe, while talking to Coren about the nice beaches of Arda - but his men were already aiming sight and notifying him of a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]problem.[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Respond to a summons by the one and only Unicron [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Location: en route to a volcano facility
4/20

The galaxy was an ever changing place, and for Coren, he was an overseer. He was making sure that the galaxy was kept in check, and that meant dealing with the Techno Union. His men had orders. Protect the station from Techno Union forces, and prevent them from taking control of anything that resembled the engines, repulsors or a kill switch.

He knew they used kill switches.

They always did.

Tigers, just ask [member="Ross Jusik"], didn't change their stripes.

When he touched down, he proceeded through the facility, escorted by a joint team of Underground and Exchange members, to where Khal was.

"Long morning, already?"

 

[Lord Zrixtas]

[2/20]
Objective: 3 B
Location: The bridge of The Shadow's damnation (Bes'Drahr Battle-cruiser)( Exiting Hyperspace near staging point against Druckenwell)
Allies: Unknown (possibly [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Anija Betna"] and [member="Draco Vereen"] )
Enemies: Pirates (Possibly [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] and [member="Kuryr"] )

Zrixtas had just finished familiarizing himself with the Besh'Drahr Cruisers capabilities, and it was an impressive ship to be certain, as they exited hyperspace. Standing up slowly he walked a bit forwards and then pointed at the nervous ensign. "You don't have to worry just do your job ensign." He said as he approached the holographic display of the battle before them, eyeing the opposition as well as his allies he spotted three other cruisers with a few hand gestures towards the ships and then towards the communication officer he had the crew open a channel. "This is Zrixtas, uninitated of Net Bah'Lir and currently the commander of the Bes'Drahr cruiser The shadows Damnation. I have just entered the system and would appreciate a status report as well as any orders if the situation has changed." He said with his hands behind his back as he looked into the holo-display.
Part of his mind wandered to his teachings. 'Without strife, your victory has no meaning. Without strife, you do not advance. Without strife, there is only stagnation.' This was one of the truths of the sith code that he had been made to memorize and if his bodies face could smile he probably would. 'Strife with purpose indeed' He then thought as he looked out the view port of the bridge and looked at Druckenwell before him, it seemed so small he could simply reach out and pluck it from the sky.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Hyperspace
Objective: 3 B
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Zrixtas"]
Enemies: Random Pirates, [member="Kuryr"] [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

I nodded to the helmsman at the update. I could feel two familiar presences aboard the ship, moving in my direction now. One was welcome, a trusted ally and friend, to the point I had appointed myself her protector and claimed her as family, [member="Seanna Vel"] . The other was an ally, but on what terms I wasn't sure. My last encounter with [member="Anija Betna"] had not gone well. There were guards now though, and most of my close staff was well aware of my relatively fragile mental state and were prepared to take whatever steps necessary to prevent another meltdown. Nonetheless I was uneasy having her aboard so soon after our incident together. The mighty ships leading the way for the smaller Sev'rances pushed towards the first group of pirates, who had taken residence in a small Haven-class Space Station. The width of the station was about the same as the Bes'Drahr we were upon, but it never hurt to dominate it with a heavy bombardment of fire power.

"Have the Sev'rances provide us with a fighter screen, hold our biological pilots in reserve for now. Order the second ship to support with a maximum range broadside while we go in for the kill." I told the captain turning my attention towards the approaching redheaded woman. "Seanna, glad you could join me here again. How was the trip for you?" I asked making small talk with the woman while the ship pushed deeper in system. For a moment nothing was happening beyond droid fighters taking up a starfighter screen moving around the ships. "Sir, Anija Betna is reporting a minor problem with the inertial dampeners." an officer said from the crew pit. Well, that would explain the jolt upon reversion. Hopefully she would be able to correct the issue. "Tell her to ask if she needs anything." I was actually kind of relieved she wasn't on the bridge with me.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Trade Federation Secrete Facility
Objective: 2 - Secure Trade Fed Secrete Tech
Unknowns:[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ross Jusik"] [member="Jeong Hye"]
2/20

Drunkenwel was a long time hideout for the Jackle Pirates, they pretty much ran all their money and casinos out of this backwater world. As always pirates got drunk and let it slip that such a facility was around. Knowing that Jaster was always interested in Trade Fed data and archives, the cartel let him have a go searching for the treasure trove. As such Jaster didn't waist any time, he had only just arrived at the facility a day ago, but he still wished to take as much of the data as he could. He left most of his security detail at the entrance so as not to be disturbed, he figured that no one had found the hide out as of yet so he didn't need them. He was of course wrong as pirates and low life's never liked to stay in one place for too long. A secrete facility constructed to survive a orbital bombardment was perfect for any hiddie-hole.

Jaster rushed has fast as he could along with as little as 5 of his alliance guards to the central facility. Jaster figured that a Trade Fed place like this would have had elite droids protecting it, yet it was almost too easy to get as far as he did. He was less then a few meters from the room when blaster fired took out three officers of his protection detail. The incoming fire came from both sides of the hallway, they were setting an ambush for him. He was too preoccupied with possible TU assault that he didn't even hear the enemy's boots stomp across the metallic floor, but they heard theirs.

Jasters armor wasn't strong enough for multiple hits of blaster fire, older models of Mandalorian Armor has that effect, he was force to hid behind whatever he could find and it was sad it had to be one of his dead officers. He took out his duel blaster pistols and started firing back at the enemy. He was still very much unable to distinguish who exactly was his enemy at this point and time.

Currently though, it didn't matter.