Return of the Republic

[Alexandra Feanor]

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THE RETURN OF THE REPUBLIC​

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https://starwarsintrocreator.kassellabs.io/#!/BLI39WvUIclt0KQzbGiH​

(Credit to Darth Carnifex for the Idea)​

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The first of the Republic Transport ships pushed through the heavy morning fog, its shape barely seen as it lowered its body down and the world grew closer and closer. It had been a long time for many of those on the transport, a long time since the Core was a short distance away and a long time since the Republic had been where it belonged. Even if returning meant that they did not return to Coruscant itself.

Instead, these Soldiers, Civilians, Politicians, and more would be returning first to the world of Carida. It's people welcoming back the government that had long since been away from the Core. Not all welcomed the Republic with open arms, some seeing it as simply a chance for war to come once more to the people that remained there, but the governing body and a great deal of those who called Carida home saw the Republic returning as a good thing. It meant that freedom still existed in the galaxy, and that those champions of such were not easily thrown into the shadows.

The Resolute, the transport now easing into port, buckled as the ship twisted slightly while lowering itself down. Its captain, a young man with light colored hair smiled as he held onto the railing and watched from the viewport, waiting for them to break through the clouds and for the fog to lift. His ship was not the first to arrive, but it was not the last and he smiled at seeing the light crawl through and shine into the viewport.

It was a sigh that broke the silence, the Captain's lips parting and a smile further growing as he spoke. The young man's eyes turning to a very familiar face, that of a Keshiri born woman who had served his family for a long time and he would not fly without.

"Nida, ensure that the ship's personnel are prepared for docking. We will be landing soon and I would prefer we unload as quickly as possible so that the next group can go. It is very important we offload our military personnel so that they might settle in..." That was their mission after all.

The Republic was split into three groups as far as returning to the worlds of their past had gone. First, there were the Military personnel, who were being offloaded for now at the Military Academy on Carida, allowing for the Planetary Government's forces to set up and instruct Republic officers and troopers to their correct locations and new barracks. In the coming months, those troops would be further spread out to stations and bases on other Republic worlds, but for now it was best to gather what soldiers they could and that were not essential for the movement of the Republic's people to their designated bases.

Next came the Politicians and General Civilians, such as doctors, mechanics, and others that wished to leave old Remnant Space in order to return to the Core. Tens of Thousands were to be accounted for in the move, many wishing to find their place in the Republic once more as nothing more than a trauma doctor, or someone that worked as a journalist. Many professions had come to follow the Republic and to stand behind it, and those that had been elected were no different, though a few of the senators stayed with their people in the outer rim, not wishing to abandon them in the move. After all, new senators would need to be voted on by the member planets, new representatives and ambassadors to neighboring governments. Those of which having been informed of the move before hand as it were.

Such governments being the Silver Jedi, the Mandalorians, the Sith Empire itself, and some planetary governments such as that on Coruscant, Empress Teta, Alderaan and Eshan having been informed of the move before the finalized plans had been completed. The choice to inform them having been the Chancellor's, in hopes that things would happen a bit more smoothly and that the Republic's ships could travel through SJO or Mandalorian space in particular without being destroyed or stopped.

The last group, was one that did not show up on Carida, atleast not as a whole. It instead arrived on Arkania, away from any large cities and setting up in an old temple that stood against the passage of time. Icy winds slamming against the doors of the temple and the ships that offloaded the Jedi and their equipment. Republic Soldiers standing guard and protecting the movement of the Jedi's people and equipment while the ships loaned to the Jedi were formed up around the Temple's entrance. The only hanger to speak of being a small one, meant for small freighters and fighters, not for the large transport craft of the Republic.

And for the stragglers, those that came on their own, they would find new worlds and problems, things that they could help and deal with as part of the move to their new home. Perhaps a family sick from a disease that has yet to be treated, or a outskirt town being raided by pirates on Hok or Kiribi, or some group moving to stop the transports from reaching Carida, forcing a firefight planetside or in space itself during transit.

It is a trying time for the Republic, one that will begin the new journey for its members.

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OOC - Feel free to do what ever you think fits, as this is largely build your own objective and there is dozens of possibilities. In addition to this, if there is a major or minor faction seeing this and wants to join in, feel free to contact me. I already know about a Minor from Arkania and the Mandalorian Empire, and as such your people are clear to pop in... please don't break stuff, we just moved in.​

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Other than that little blurb, have fun, and do your thing.​

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FOR THE REPUBLIC!​

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Unloading boxes.

In hindsight, Mereel realized he probably should have went with the majority of the Jedi Order as they went to break in the temple on Arkania. He was almost positive it would have been a better time than unloading cargo crates off of the Iviin'yc by hand.

He didn't have any room to complain though. He had made the choice to help the military unload supplies on Carida for a reason. A long time friend in the Republic navy had been the first person to contact him about the Remnant's exodus from Wild Space. Naturally, he felt obliged to help transport supplies as they transitioned ports.

He took small consolation knowing that he was probably needed more here than there anyway. The spaceport they were docked at didn't have enough cargo lifter droids to go around, and local cargo crews were stretched thin. Which was why he now found himself in his current situation.

Just in case history decided to repeat itself, Mereel donned his full armor suit before stepping onto the planet's surface. He had his armor's cooling system turned up to the max and music blaring in the confines of his helmet to help pass the time.

A knuckle tapping hard against his left shoulder guard pulled him out of his box-moving trance, and he turned around to see the familiar face of Kyle Verten, one of the Iviin'yc's crewmen who typically worked in the engineering section. He turned down his music slightly to hear the man, "Jensen and Veth have started a bit of a wager. Whoever gets the least amount of crates onto the loaders has to buy the first round of drinks after we're done here. You in?"

Mereel nodded his helmeted head,"What do you think I am, some kind of pansy? Of course I'm in."

 

[Spencer Varanin]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Space over Carida[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Make some Peacecicles[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Interacting with [member="Alexandra Feanor"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The sounds of engines were muffled in the large room that a blonde woman stood in. She was going over documents, especially one from the Remnant Republic. A curious invitation as she wondered what would bring it about. Since she had returned to Eshan and the fighting had quieted down against the Sundown terrorists, Spencer had filled her days with dealing with the actual politics of helping run a government. It was too soon since being with the Lords of the Fringe and the Sith Empire of old. Still, it was a duty that was passed to her and she needed to do it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A hand rested on her cheek as she continued to read, they were moving to Core space – which like every good Republic – the core harbored many things they needed. Aboard the ship, were several supplies for the travelers – a gift from Eshan in hopes of forging some sort of positive relationship with the young Republic. Putting her datapad down, Spencer glanced out the small window of her room, they were coming up on the capital and she sighed softly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Pushing a small button, she opened a link to the bridge, “Open a comms with Carida – state our objective and get me in touch with their Public Relations in the Government Quarter or something along those lines – “Pausing for a moment, she thought quietly and grumbled. “-Also see if you can get me an eye appointment I think I need glasses.” The bridge commed over understanding the requests and Spencer sighed and leaned back in her seat. Never in a thousand years did she expect to be in this sort of situation again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Retirement, that was what her and Ashin had strived for, but something always pulled them back in. Here she was, pulled back in. Yet that’s what happens when you don’t tie up all your loose ends. Eshan had been a loose end, but something always kept her attached – even if it was because of her estranged father. Frowning softly, she closed her eyes and waited for them to land on Carida. [/SIZE]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

[member="Spencer"] - [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

It was strange coming here, leaving the world of Nar Shadda for a Core system, the whole migration of millions of people and a huge amount of assets with the Republics return. Unlike other Harley had gorwn up in the outer rim, had made substation claim to the trading and forge world of Nar Hasska, his company making good progress, and now he was here. Did the Echani resent the move? no, he knew that sooner or later the Republic would go from where they came, the question was if he would follow? In the past he would have stayed behind, initially throwing his lot in with the republic for personal benifits, no real loyalty to the new found government, bu over time he had kind of gotten use to being apart of them. It was not at the point where the buiness man could not really come to part with the republic and had followed through with the move.

Still, even with the new allocation of the government that did no mean his grip over the world of Narr Shadda had slipped, on the contrary, now in the core worlds he could expand the business and do even more. With the new trade link between Teth and the core such would allow more trade and other benefits to the small outer rim world, recourse food and military personal if the people tried anything not to his liking. That though was a far off problem, for now the senator had to deal with the new diplomatic setting, get used to all the important people from nearby planets and much more, he knew for a fact no everyone would be nice about their whole move. With Coruscant more or less becoming a puppet for the First Order and other new absolute monarchy's popping up the mere presence of their power was a threat to their own ambitions.

Padding around the new government building he was suddenly alerted to a new message being brought to his attention by a rather excited individual. "Mr Fenss- ummm Mr Lus we have an incoming from the Queen on Eshan", "Oh really, that is a surpise, send her back a message from me, tell them that I can meet where ever they wish to conduct talks, it is quite the honor to have such a powerful figure head visit". he wondered who else would show up this day.

 

[Karacan Rigten]

Location: Exiting Hyperspace
Objective: Create Relations


The Republic? Ferron wasn't exactly the type to have his ear open in the starting years of his business ethics, nor was he open to the galaxy during his first little while of controlling Kuat Drive Yards, although he had heard and done his own research on the Republic, before it became a remnant of its former-self. From the sounds of things, it was making a 'comeback,' or, as much of a comeback as it could. No doubt, tensions would be high in the Core, not only due to the current power vacuum, or the wounded knees, but of the past. Ferron did not know what to expect from opening talks with the Republic, but seeing as he was coming personally, he hoped it would fare well.

Exiting hyperspace, Ferron's personal Imperial-class Frigate gave itself some room between itself and the planet Carida, since they never had formal conversations before. "Attention planet Carida; Galactic Republic," Captain Comsky spoke up on an open channel, "this is Captain Comsky, of the Presidents personal Frigate. President Ferron Troste of Kuat Drive Yards and Kuati Sector Forces requests an official and formal audience with a Republic Representative. The President apologizes for being on short notice, but he informs me it is important. May we have permission to dock or send a shuttle, and where?"


[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Lilla Syrin]

The Jedi Praxeum was once Master Arca Jeth’s training centre – at least that is what the old records said. It’s time in that guise dated back to the Sith Wars.

Arkania was the adopted homeworld of the Arkanian species. It was not a hospitable planet, weather-wise, and was covered with tundra. But it was rich in diamonds and other precious minerals, which the Arkanians mined.

For most visitors, their destination was designed to keep the elements away. But here, where the Jedi were heading, it was the true planet that they would face. A harsh world of ice and biting winds, it was not hospitable – but neither was the Temple they had just vacated – the makeshift building being part of an abandoned ship on a planet where even landing a craft was taking your life in your hands.

The praxeum was slowly being re-equipped to train and house as many students as possible. Lilla wondered if the tales were true – that previous students faced wild Arkanian dragons as opponents.

As Lilla landed and disembarked, she considered the Jedi of days gone past that resided here, Ulic Qel-Droma the most notable.

She gazed at the two-story structure – made of lumber and stone, and took in the small porch that encircled the main building. A snow-covered courtyard was located not far from the main buildings, surrounded by stone walls.

The Republic Jedi had found a new home.

Spoiler

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[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Government Building, Leaving the Communications Hub
Objective: Entertain some guests.
People To Mention: [member="Ferron Troste"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] [member="Spencer"]

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Alexandra had been tasked by the Chancellor to deal with any outside representatives that might appear overhead and seek an explanation as well as seek a conversation with the new government. She herself acted as a civilian liaison due to her position within the Jedi, allowing some weight to be held considering that she represented the order most associated the Republic and the Light with. She didn't mind it, and was even grateful when Harley had appeared and joined her in welcoming the newest arrivals. He had quickly hopped on the welcome wagon as the first arrival had made their presence known, someone Alexandra could welcome with open arms and not hesitate in doing so.

As soon as Harley finished speaking, Alexandra smiled and moved over to the communications console, speaking to the officer there.

"If you could redirect all communications by those seeking to meet to me, that would be appreciated." She waited for the man to nod and handed him her comm device, waiting for him to make the connection so that all communications could be diverted to her and she could get any further representatives to meet with her and the others who came with interest in what was going on.

It was then that Ferron called in, and with a quick motion to Harley so that they can get going and greet their guests, Alexandra brought the comm to her lips and responded directly.

"This is Alexandra Feanor, A pleasure Captain Comsky. All Representatives and ambassadors will be asked to land in the southern hanger, where you will be directed to a conference area within the Government Sector. It will be where all visitors will be escorted, and from there we can have more stable conversations." Alexandra waited for confirmation from the captain and then looked at Harley with a smile.

"Shall we Representative Fenstermacher?" Alexandra started walking after saying that, aiming for the conference area. It was a several room building, with areas where representatives and ambassadors could relax while on business with Carida and now with The Republic.

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

It seemed that their move had attracted quite the attention from the nearby powers, Eshan Kuat, who knew, perhaps the Organa family would show up as well, after all they had recently made fairly good ties between each other after the last meeting. He stood idly to the side as [member="Alexandra Feanor"] addressed [member="Ferron Troste"] as he started their approach to the newly renovated facilities. He wondered if Kuat would ever consider doing business with his own company, their large ship yards would be perfect for he craft he had in mind to make, though first things first he'd have to get settle down and deal with the new move.

His lose in thought almost made him miss Alex's words, quickly having to run up besides the Jedi master as they made way, "ah yes yes coming" he replied hastily, the two soon coming to the meeting room were they would speak with the different representative from abroad. "Well today events sure have gone smoother than anticipated, I look forward to the greater diplomatic talks and need that will be presented, though I feel we have painted an even bigger target on our back due to this". I have a feeling neither the Sith nor the First Order are happy about this, may make the whole defeating the alliance thing mute if we can reclaim most of the core worlds".

 

[Karacan Rigten]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]


Comsky was relieved he was given an answer, and let his bridge crew handle everything. "Proceed, helmsman," Comsky ordered, and the Frigate slowly approached the planet. The weapons did not charge and the shields powered down. A message was relayed to Ferron Troste, and he proceeded to get into a shuttle so that he could meet at the given location. He was escorted by two Clone Troopers as a personal precaution. Not just to protect him, but to protect the doomsday weapons KDY was known for years before, and current. He was absolutely at risk when leaving Kuat, but it didn't mean he was afraid of the Republic. Not that he should be, but he was frightful of others wanting to use t he knowledge in negative ways.

After his shuttle landed, and he exited. He and his troopers proceeded to the location, on foot or by local speeder. He had a lot to talk to the Republic about, and hoped they would not take it negative. A lot was stirring up in the Core, and he wanted them informed. After a bit of travel, he arrived to the building he was informed of, and awaited escort or looked for Alexandra Feanor.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Carida System
Wolf Fang Fleet Armada

The Republic Remnant were not long for this Galaxy, if their people twitched. Out of Hyperspace, an armada of Mandalorian ships built for war appeared, spread around the central figure of the Hell Wolf Star Cruiser, personal flagship of Yasha Mantis.

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Mand’alor the Infernal.​

A woman most displeased by the presence of a new government so close to her own space. Standing on the Command Deck in full Beskar’kandar, the Wolf-Helm atop her head, the Infernal garnered no desire for fools, republicans or interlopers on what would eventually become Mandalore’s Westward Crawl.

Beside her, [member="Keira Verd"] stood, diminutive in size but not fury, in comparison to the Infernal’s natural Epicanthix height.

“Did you think we would celebrate you entering close enough to our borders to shoot?” Mand’alor the Infernal was in no mood to garner an inch of the Republic foolishness. The Carida System was so close even Yasha’s frail daughter [member="Adara Raxis"] could hit it with a thrown stone.

“Mand’alor?” Captain Fitz asked, standing a step beside and behind the Infernal. While some brought gifts to [member="Alexandra Feanor"], the Infernal brought a gift worth millions of lives.

Fair warning. ​

“Open a channel.”

The image of Mand’alor the Infernal holoprojected to Feanor and the Republic Remnant officials moving in.

“Republic Remnant. You bring war ships within hitting distance of my Empire, and the means with which to bunker down and stay. You ‘heed calls’ of people crying for you… heed mine. ​

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You blatantly enter lands, which would belong to Mandalorians, set a foreign military directly between me and the Core, and you do so without remorse, as if your presence would be pleasing. We may have an economic treaty, but this was neither part of it, nor were we pleased upon your flimsy notifications. ​

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Any action of your Remnant to so much as twitch in the Easterly or Northerly directions from Carida will be considered an act of open war. ​

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As it is, your presence so close to my borders is an offence to our business. ​

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This is your only warning. ​

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The next will come with the firing of my many guns.” ​

Carida. Perhaps it was less than wisdom to place a new military and republic so close to expanding Mandalorians. Perhaps this was merely how Mandalorians said ‘hello’ to a new neighbour.

Well, the Republic wasn’t dead…

 

[Solan Charr]

Location - The Skyfall

People of Interest - [member="Keira Verd"], [member="Yasha Mantis"]

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Solan yawned as he sat on the bridge of the skyfall, one of only a few ships in Carida's orbit that held any strength behind it. Most of the ships with the Republic's fleets were busy protecting the civilian ships transporting the people which left Carida itself with a small force, those including a few cruisers and a number of frigates that provided very little offensive capabilities. But Solan was fine with that, it meant he could relax and not worry about having to deal with admirals and captains barking at him for orders.

That was when he blinked and noticed a rather large armada appearing out from Hyperspace, one that was clearly meant to attack the planet. As far as Solan had known, there was no attacks planned on Carida from what Intelligence had briefed the fleets, so they were woefully undergunned and under crewed, most on the surface to help with building. It caused Solan for the first time to worry, atleast until he sensed a familiar being. It had been a long time since he had last seen Keira Verd, but the last time had been a decently well end to their working relation. Before Solan had returned to Kesh and took some time off from war.

Then came the message and he understood what was happening, making certain his captain relayed the order to keep all weapons offline as he strode to the comm's panel. Most of those who would have gotten the message would be worried, but Solan answered it before some moron spoke, speaking to the Mandalor he had not had the chance to meet as of yet.

With a quick clearing of his throat, Solan spoke.

"This is Admiral Solan Charr, of the Republic's Defense Fleet. I believe there is some miscommunication between our peoples, an error likely caused by my side. I would ask that you hesitate in attacking the planet, as most of those on its surface are civilians at the moment, and the Republic is not remotely seeking to cause any deaths. If you would please take the moment to meet with me, I can travel to your ship via shuttle and explain the reason we are here and how this came to pass. Aedan Miles can Vouch for me, as can one of the members of your crew. I served the Mando'ade before and can promise you the Republic does not seek conflict or harm with the Empire."

Solan hoped that would quiet the anger of the woman, hoping that his words would get through to her.

Hoped that death wouldn't be brought for no reason other than the misinformed yearnings of a warrior culture that saw war as its only option in diplomacy.

 

[Keira Priest]

Adorned in full armor, Keira stood beside her Mand'alor, listening silently to the exchange with the Republic. If it had been up to her they wouldn't have given them a chance to retort before departing back to Manda'yaim, but she supposed in order to avoid a war it was the best option. When one of the Republic military came through on the holoprojector, she heard him out, looking to Yasha and waiting for her nod of approval before stepping forward to speak. She recognized the man, but doubted he would return the favor, given that she was now dead in the Force and claimed a new, T-visored visage as her own.

"Hindsight is twenty-twenty,'lek?" Crossing her arms, she stepped forward. "If we wanted blood, we wouldn't be talking. As Mand'alor said, this is your first and last warning not to move an inch in any direction, unless you want war. We burned you once, we will again." She spoke with less tact than [member="Yasha Mantis"], but only just, given the situation. For once, she had a feeling her harsh words and blunt way of going about things would be allowed, if only in the moment. She'd never had a way with words, but she knew how to get her point across, so maybe that was why the other woman brought her with on ventures like this. Or maybe her cut-and-dry way of going about things was entertaining.

Either way.

"You were never Mandalorian, aruetii. You served my brother, and he has no claim to lands or people in the Empire. You can do your explaining through comms. I want to know why your people thought it would be a good idea to move here, when you know full well how close you are to our territory, and the history between our people. Neutrality or not, this was never agreed upon. I echo the sentiment of the Sole Ruler. If you move to take any more lands here, I will be on the front lines, and see to it that you burn again personally."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Setter Ryburn]

RAZOR SQUAD HQ​

LEVEL 1274​

Setter scoffed at the message, as him and the rest of Razor squad were thoroughly setting up a base of operations. He set the RS16 down, and adjusted his plate carrier as he watched the rest of his team set up their own personal space within the Razor base of operations. From here, they could outfit new recruits, maybe build a training base in a realistic, urban setting. Recruit scum like him. Setter ran his fingers together, after finishing setting up the communications array. Quite a hefty thing, to say the least. The light from the buildings above poured into the room, casting an orange hue. Setter ran a hand through his hair and turned his head, cracking his knuckles.

"So, in light of the Mandalorians threatening us for existing- and telling us not to attack them, which, if we were going to, we wouldn't-" Setter said to the gathered team, pacing about. "We are going to each do an in-depth review of AARs for Mandalorian engagements and develop tactics to take down the bucketheaded knuckleheads. Mandalore the Infernal is significantly weaker than the Mandalores of the past, especially when the Republic was still in it's hayday. So, we-" He twirled the brass knuckles on his fingers- which, were actually made of durasteel, and paced around the room some more.

"Being the Republic's premier, and significant arm of special operations, must be prepared for engagements with the Mandalorians, on both a large scale- and small scale operations. I prefer, obviously, small scale things. Let the infantry boys take care of the big stuff." He rolled on the balls of his feet.

"Besides, the Mandalorians are afraid of any real fights nowadays. They don't wanna tangle on the ground, they can have their space battles- we, on the other hand, will kick their asses, again, and again, and again, until they're back to little Beskar spears and raiding piss-poor worlds, if they decide to come at us. If they don't, we'll stick to stabbing bad guys in the throat, no problem. Sith, too. If they let us off the leash sometime soon."

[member="Noah Corek"] l [member="Mason Reznov"] l [member="Kyle Tethair"] l @Dish ​

 

[Eugen Aker]

Jyoti awoke to much shouting.

In one corner, there was her home government on Kiribi, and her Caridan counterpart Rozalyne riled up about the (unwanted) return of the Republic to Core Space. In another, there was the CFRS denouncing the Republic forces on Carida as rogue elements taking unsanctioned action. Finally, there was the Mandalorian Empire with their usual saber rattling, making their designs for the Core abundantly clear.

She had no idea why the Republic would suddenly insert itself in the struggle for the Core, but at least she knew where to call to find out.

After an emergency session with the Assembly to discuss the Silver Order's new neighbors, she hailed the Republic over official diplomatic channels established between the two groups, hoping to be quickly connected with someone in charge before a cold war turned hot.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Setter Ryburn"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] [member="Lilla Syrin"] [member="Mereel Vaun"]

 

[RC 212]

Location: Carida

He'd been out the game for a while, but the SGT stepped off the ramp of their drop-ship, ferried by the 3rd Republic Fleet. The flex forces. And the 3rd Republic Army did follow. Neatly dressed troopers in their dress blues, moving in tight formation with their kit bags across the air field.

His own squad of Pathfinders was here with him, counterparts to the Rangers and Razor Squad.

"Feels good to finally be in the home turf." He remarked.

Just as he did his Specialist came up beside him.

"Mandos, got their sabers rattling."

Jax grinned.

"What did you expect? There's several eons of bad blood between our two peoples. I expect we'll meet them on the field sooner rather than later."

"But do you think we're ready for that Cap?"

"Gunna have to be. Get the men settled in, we'll have a lil barbecue at 1700 to celebrate."

 

[King Iedolas Solidor]

His people were descended of wood folks. They once lived in the woods, with no technology, hunting for food and learning magic from the gods in the forests. And now, here he was, leading his people in a age of immense advance, where not only they could cure most, if not all, diseases, but they had to rely in machines with great intelligence to help them in their daily tasks. And not only that, but in the communications as well, for now they could project themselves for others to watch.

“I am Iedolas Aldercapt Solidor, Primarch of the Interstellar Protectorate and King of Alcarost in the Kaikielius System.”, he announced, his body being projected by the holocrab that held his image. Clear and proud. Funny for him was the fact that the machines in this new age of technology were quite the emotional pieces, with personalities and even feelings. “As said by my envoys, i would like to discuss terms of a great alliance.”

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Kyle Tethair]

Razor Squad HQ
Level 1274
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Kyle yawned under his black-painted helmet.

Going over AARs definitely wasn't how he had expected to celebrate the finale of the Republic's homeward bound journey, but it sure as hell beat unloading cargo or whatever dumb manual labor the unluckier of the main infantry grunts would be slogging through.

Razor squad was probably the best company someone could ask for when reviewing AARs too - if it was strategic advice a person was looking for anyway. He had quickly chalked the lot of them up to being nearly insane shortly after being put through the ropes, but he had learned how to just roll with it.

It wasn't all bad though, sometimes pure wisdom flowed through the members of the squadron. Such as whenever squad lead mentioned killing Sith, like how he just had at the end of his briefing.

The imagery of stabbing a few Sith in the throat evoked an enthusiastic nod of the helmet in support from Kyle, "Oorah. Preach it, sir."

[member="Setter Ryburn"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Dish"] | [member="Mason Reznov"]​

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Harley gave a small sigh to the presence of the Mando's, recently it seemed their empire was becoming more totalitarian and warmongering so it was inevitable, but claiming land that was not yet under their control and probably would not be happy about Mando rule was quite odd. Ture the core worlds were a prize to take but with all the separate planetary governments of the core making new alliances or defensive pacts he doubted that the ME would ever rule the core, less so with their new war against the Silver Jedi.

Thankfully someone else was dealing with them, if Harley had to talk with anymore Mando it would probably lead to another skirmish, though it appeared as though another face was entering the fray, "Mr Lus we have a new arrival, patching their message through now". Putting a finger to his ear Harley listened to the greeting by [member="Primarch Iedolas"]. "It is good to see your arrival here today, if you wish to open diplomatic talks you are more then welcome to join, please make your way to the southern hanger were you will be directed to the conference room".

 

[Nunak]

Loitering with the various other soldiers on Arkania, a large Cathar stood in his traditional battledress, with a few extra bits of scarfs and cloth to keep the trooper warm despite the internalized heating. His helmet rest at his side as he fiddled with a lit cigarra. "Anything to keep yourself warm..." He muttered to himself, observing the Jedi and their entourage unload various crates and other necessary goods.

He held little envy for those assigned to do the heavy lifting, but neither was he content to just play the sentry. To him, it was unlikely anyone would make it out this far to disturb their work. Rumors of Mandalorian threats passed through the small garrison, raising a few brows and inciting more than a few taunts from the seasoned, and green, soldiers. Nunak merely rolled his shoulders, eyes focusing on the ground as he thought of Cathar, its wide plains and towering cities.

With a short shiver he took another drag from the cigarra before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under boot. "If they want a fight, I'd be more than willing to provide-" He spoke to no one in particular, replacing the helmet upon his head and returning to his sobering and dull duty of watching, and waiting.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Carida System
Wolf Fang Fleet Armada
Engaging with [member="Solan Charr"]

“Make your case as is. I will not entertain you on my ships.” This was not the nigh-genteel collection of [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Keira Verd"], [member="Tom Taff"] and [member="Strider Garon"]. Mand’alor the Infernal was a gravel-voiced being without quarter or pause. Keira could be the gentle one, today... in her way.

“Move no further toward my systems and you will receive no fury from my guns. Stay away from my space, we will leave you be. As is, you are far too close. Carida is barely one system away from my borders. I know little of you but your name and a line of historical record. You aspire to build trust upon your connections to a man I know little, beyond the power of his ships.

What assurances do you have, which will make softer the blow of the Republic Remnant blocking my Empire’s path and infringing on our chosen space?”