Second Contact [The Kathol Outback Dominion of Resu Hex - Witchmasters Invited]

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 6/38
Allies: [member="Saffron"], [member="Charzon Loulan"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Trade show

"150,000 tons of hypermatter? Karideph will take up the bulk of it before it arrives to Kal'Shebbol"

"2,650 passengers in or out of KO space? What frequency are you planning on?" I believe such services can't be profitably run at a rate higher than weekly"

"It takes us a week to go from Eriadu to Arcadia-N-30 roundtrip with all the provisos of loading and unloading. So if we put the Maersk of Lanteeb on a weekly schedule, we could ensure that all hypermatter needs are met, we can do it 3 credits a ton or so"

It took roughly 1 credit a day per ton to fly a Maersk for hypermatter services. Currently the Maersk of Lanteeb was over Virsun. Virsun would be two days away from Eriadu by now, it could go fetch 150k tons of hypermatter from Sump, get passengers from the Dead Nebula and Eriadu and then commence its flight to the Kathol Outback. Yet 150k tons of hypermatter weekly was no small shipment. We're talking about a faction-wide need for hypermatter. As she knew from the entire deal over Sump, the First Order's main source of hypermatter (unless the Dead Nebula proves to be a hypermatter source, in which case they can take their hypermatter directly from the Dead Nebula for this opening segment), faction-wide needs for hypermatter can be measured in tons per day. 20,000 tons a day was better than no help but hypermatter tanking is a large-scale business. AT-AT barges could carry at best 2,500 tons of hypermatter or other cargo alongside 525 passengers on the upper deck.

"If it proves insufficient, we can supplement the main service with AT-AT barge services from Lipsec or Lanteeb"

"What manufacturers would sell AT-AT barges for civilian cargo use?"

 

[Saffron]

ARCADIA-N-30
Arceneau Trade Outpost - Construction in Progress
[member="Cla'Mari Rha"]

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Hearing her name, Saffron gave a slight turn of her torso. A pleasant and cordial smile appeared upon her heart-shaped face, and she gave an incline of her head. While she didn’t show it, in her mind the Companion was going through the list of names. Ah, when the Twi’lek mentioned Bryce Bantam, it clicked.

“Namaste,” she said in greeting. “I thank you for taking the time Lady Bantam.” as she identified herself as Bryce Bantam’s wife, then she respectfully addressed her as such. Taking the envelope, she smiled.

“Yes, we have.” a small wave and a beckoning gesture would bring another woman near. Tall and willowy, it was Saffron’s assistant, Maie. Maie at Saffron’s urging, handed her a small datapad.

“Please, if you would hold your hand over for the biometric identifier?” Saffron requested. It was part of security for Aurodium Bank and so that the information on the accounts could be transferred for their use.

Once that was done, Cla’Mari would be able to verify that the transfer of funds was there and have her access codes for it.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Location: En Route to Aaris-III
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"]; the Kathol Outback
Enemies: Soon™
Objective: Liberation Time!
Posts: 1 // ??

Inside the same ship, where Joza was dealing with grump. Jette was up inside the innards, as in most likely, having found a hide-y hole to hide in. Stowaways and all that, she's pretty sure force user was aware of her presence and is probably just entertaining her with the idea of being sneaky. Jette looked down to the bottom here and realized that climbing down wasn't an option and that cutting her own rope up here was probably a bad idea. Maybe she should have stayed with [member="Kalinai Soluza"] on the flying pineapple, but then there was only so much she could with a pineapple at the bottom of the sea.

Popping her head out from the top she looked around looking down at the table, she worked back up into her hidey-hole and put her spectacular shades on. After that her goal would be to try and lower herself down as carefully as possible. Ever so slowly, and ever so carefully she began to lower her body down and the woman below would see at first a pair of dangling boots. Then legs, and eventually the rest of Jette, at least while she still had something of a grip.

Jette's hands, followed by arms slipped and she ended up falling. Her bum hitting the floor, or something anyway, "... ow, how does Ria get down from those places?" She asked herself looking up at the opening and then her eyes came to fall upon something else, upon someone else, "well helllloooo." The blonde cocked a grin, "think I'm feeling a whole lot better now."

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Heading towards Aaris III
Allies: TKO, witchy friends, [member="Aerin The Lost"], [member="Jette Haltzum"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Tilzi"]
Objective: Liberation!
Post: 2

Joza had been on her way back towards her quarters when she was greeted with the sight of one Jette Haltzum falling from what appeared to be a vent shaft. The blonde had landed unceremoniously on her bottom in front of the redhead, though seemed to recover quickly.

“A stowaway?” Both brows arched above Joza’s bangs as she ran a hand through loose red waves. “Hm. Where were you during the entire flight? You seem way more fun than Ivan.” She almost seemed to pout at the loss of a potentially entertaining passenger. Anyone who spent their time crawling around in the innards of a ship had to be far more interesting than the Crankiest Pilot in the Galaxy. Oh well.

Offering a hand to the newcomer, she bent at the knees slightly. “I’m Joza. You mentioned Ria, so I’m guessing you’re part of The Kathol Outback as well? I hope you’re ready to bust some slaves out of bondage.” The Zeltron’s tone was not unkind, but left little room for debate as to her participation in their liberation operation. As far as she was concerned, the mysterious woman was now totally apart of their mission. “We’ll be landing soon, so it’s time for me to gear up. You need anything? Weapons? Blasters? Someone to hold your shades for you?” A lopsided grin tilted her mouth as she made no attempt to hide the once-over glance she gave Jette.

Waving to the other woman, Joza would attempt to lead her down the hall and into her quarters. “What’s your name stranger?” Securing the rest of her light armor over her arms and legs, Joza hummed in thought before tapping the embedded datapad on her wrist blaster to send a message to Nate.

Have you landed on Aaris III yet? If you have, we should wait to regroup before approaching the Nightsisters. They likely know more about the situation than we do, and it would be wise to plan a group attack. We’ll be landing shortly.

Whether the bounty hunter would get her message or not would remain unseen at the moment, especially as Joza wasn’t aware that he was currently shirtless and hacking his way through the jungle.

 

[Tarok Vassket]

[member="Asemir Lor'kora"] [member="Aerin The Lost"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

AARIS III

Tilzi skipped up the roots of the tree before scrabbling up another few metres of bark to find the broad branch much of the clan's sisters were perched on. Some of the trees on the planet wrote phenomenal in stature, with complex structures of roots that reached high above the ground. Tilzi’s entire clan lived in the root structure of one such tree, hence the name.

"Are you sure I cant keep any?" Visa asked. "The one in the forest has lovely arms."

"You could always ask if he wanted to stay a while," Tilzi replied.

Her youngest sister shot her an incredulous expression. "Ask? My dearest sister you have been away too long."

Tilzi sensed a change in the atmosphere. She followed everyone else's gaze to see the Clan Mother and her own mother sauntering towards them. The Clan Mother cast her a cursory glance and carried on her way.

"My daughter," Jesh called softly. She was clad in more formal clothing than the rest of the women. Tilzi had only spotted a few males bulsting back and forth with food and supplies.

"It is good to be home, though in bad times. How was the meeting?"

"They strike out at dawn to catch us hunting, so we will strike in the small hours when they sleep. As long as your friends can bring down those walls. They can be trusted?"

Tilzi dropped down from her perch and embraced her mother. The females of each family unit were often closely bound - sibling rivals excepted.

"Yes they can, they mean to help."

"Good. All decided we were glad that these offworlders were known to one of our own. Clan Mother even seemed slightly less disappointed that I sent my eldest away."

Tilzi smiled. Her mother wasnt that old, only mid fifties. Yet she was held in high regard by the matriarch of their clan. One of several who would potentially succeed her.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Arcadia-N-30, Aries.
Objective: loiter and lollygaggin'.
Post: 2.

The streets of Aries were fairly crowded and lined with stores and shopping stalls, each crowded around by the many peoples of the city looking to spend their weeks wages. Commerce in such mass was a comfort to him, it reminded him of home though there were many negative sides to such thoughts, it was a sense of familiarity that kept him still attached to the world around him; with his hands in his pockets, he wandered the city streets keeping his eyes about those that passed or walked by him. It wasn't long until he'd come across something of a nostalgic setting, slowing to pause and turn to glance in on the local Cantina that thudded with a gentle trebble against the ground as the music could be heard from the outside. With no real expectations of himself nor any particular place to be in any sort of a hurry, Zarack wandered on inside and pushing his way through the room, approached the counter to perch himself upon one of the seats, gesturing to the barkeep for a drink.

Here you were likely to meet all kinds of the galaxies finest. People looking to drown out their sorrows in the bottom of a bottle, others simply socializing and trying to have fun and then there was the mischievous sort who used these places as a good source of business. One such person approached Zarack and took a seat beside him, taking an unusual amount of time to look over the male before eventually catching his eye and the two turning to make eye contact. As if this justified a greeting, the rather scrawny looking human asked if Zarack was looking for anything 'special' for the day. He was simply answered with a raised hand before Zarack turned away not really bothering to speak to him at all whilst the barkeep glanced between the two in pause before placing a glass of ale in front of him, taking Zarack's credits in turn. In truth, he'd never tried any sort of stims, clinical ones sure but the illicit kind were a no brainer, half of them would melt your mind before you realized you were coming down off of them and in his line of...well, surviving, an addled mind was a quick road to an arrest or worse, death.

 

[Aerin Kath]

Aaris III - somewhere near Nate's ship.
Post:2
Allies: TKO, Natives, Witchy peeps| [member="Joza Perl"] ,[member="Jette Haltzum"] ,[member="Tilzi"] ,[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]
Objective: Free the people!
Enemies: Slavers, somewhere out there...


With an immense amount of luck and just a small bit of skill, Aerin manages to land his ship near Nate's while his droids bicker. T3-M80 of course was outside of the bickering but was still watching the other two droids in intense interest. Dumpster and Taf are still bickering over what Taf had started, of course Aerin had made sure that the two wouldn't actually fight, but they are still being extremely distracting. Maybe I should just leave them here and only take Matey with again... Touching down while Nate is out doing his shirtless scouting Aerin does just what he was thinking about, shutting down Taf and Dumpster while they were both in mid-sentence, something about how one had been there for Aerin for longer and the other was just trying to make sure his master was prepared for anything. of course they were doing it in binary so as to be a bit more private and quicker in their conversation but they knew Aerin could understand them.

"Glad most of my friends have off switches... wow I just made a joke but that is really sadly true" Aerin looks down at his little utility droid questioningly, Matey just beeps at him without meaning, to show he understands, even though he really doesn't as he is a simple utility droid, but he still feels the need to ensure his master is feeling okay. "Y'know Matey, you are waaay more understanding and calmer than the other two... hey, do you get the feeling that we're being watched?" Aerin had this tingle on the back of his neck, although he wasn't sure about anything seeing as how he is not trained in anything. Though there is probably a witch watching the landing zone, Aerin is just being anxious and not feeling with the force at all. Matey just looks at Aerin and focuses his yellow photo-sensor on the young man " Look, you're probably just being paranoid boss, we'll be fine here"

Aerin starts to type on his HoloBoy sending a message over the TKO lines

[new member has joined chat: BuyMySp33d3rs]
BuyMySp33d3rs: Hey, this is Aerin, everybody on the Aaris 3 job meeting up here[current coordinates]? or am I gonna be all by my lonesome with my droids?

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Objective: meet up with Joza to discuss a plan, then save some slaves
Location: Aris III
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Jette Haltzum"] [member="Aerin The Lost"]
Post: #2

The sounds of wild animals and his blade slicing were now forever stuck in his head on repeat. Like flipping a switch, he was put on autopilot; slash there, step here, DON'T step here, there, or right in front of you. While he was still making his way back to his ship, his mind ran wild. Memories flew by, good times were outnumbered by the bad, especially now. The more that he though about it, the more he realized that sweet relief was just as impossible as her surviving that explosion.

All of his thoughts were shattered as the roar of a ship passed by overhead. With a grimace, he began to double his efforts to get back to his ship, now hacking at anything before him as he ran, jumped, and vaulted through the jungle canopy. His ship was in complete contrast with the surrounding jungle, and there was plenty of room for another ship. Now covered in about a hundred paper-like cuts, he stopped for a moment, leaning against a tree. His body screamed at him to stop and just lay down, but if he didn't get back to the ship, Joza May very well miss the clearing with his ship and overshoot the landing zone.

Grunting, he resumed his Sprint through the dense underbrush. Then his communicator went off, making him jump as he wasn't expecting the loud noise in his ear. Reading quickly, he replied just as fast.

Yes, I have. My ship is in a large clearing about four clicks from the big ass waterfall. I'm en route now, I will probably beat you but that is where we should meet up.

The clearing was only about a half mile away now, time for more razor sharp leaves and man eating reptiles, not that bad right? Resuming his hack and slash routine, he headed to his ship, hopefully Joza got his message and would be at the clearing already. But that remained to be seen, as Nate was more worried about the huge valley he nearly fell into.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 7/38
Allies: [member="Saffron"], [member="Charzon Loulan"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Trade show

"The very same manufacturer that sold you an hyperdrive-capable slipway"

"What kind of starship graveyard did they have to be able to salvage so many designs from the Clone Wars?" the first representative asked.

"Look at their catalogue: it seems full of Clone Wars-era chassis - Neimoidian Yachts, AT-AT barges, Tofolk-class corvettes, up to the Maersk. It seems that they have some graveyard of starships from that era lurking in orbit"

"Ringo Vinda. We do fly there. Just that it would be a place almost no one in that corner of the galaxy would want to fly to, no more than they would JanFathal; yet these are the Star Tours hubs in the northern part of the galaxy, including Cademimu. With Star Tours we can go to the exotic locales of the galaxy from a Kathol standpoint"

Dunames knew that mail cargo from and to Kathol space would be a little tricky: it would take about a week for the average AT-AT barge or Tofolk to cross through Kathol space from Eriadu and back, and if Star Tours aimed for Coruscanti service, it would take a week one-way, with a Tofolk or an AT-AT barge. Not even Maersk Star Freight would even fly to Kathol space to the Core Worlds. Few companies would even dare go to Wild Space from the Core Worlds directly, and it would take two or three jumps, hence the whole idea of having hubs sprinkled across the galaxy if a spaceline operated galaxy-wide. There was that glaring hole in the galactic southeast but there are no major factions in that area of space. Even the promise of a hub in Zenithian space did not suffice to make the Zenithians bite about the whole Beaches of the Dark Side deal. And it was far and away the more attractive of the two destinations in Zenithian space for the Beaches of the Dark Side line of vacation packages: Kamino was too rainy for it to work but at least it was an agriworld, since cloning and seafood were their main exports. Bothawui was more interesting industrially though.

"3-times-a-week service to Kathol space would require two Tofolks, daily departures would require six AT-AT barges. The numbers go up with each hub aimed to be served, we just want to make sure that we are both getting our money's worth. For now Eriadu is our priority since the Kathol Outback is an ally of the Galacic Alliance"

 

[Asemir]

Location: Aaris III
Posts: 2/2
Objectives: Free the people!
Tags: [member="Aerin The Lost"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Jette Haltzum"], [member=Tilzi]

Forty-five.

The slavers were smart. Asemir had to give them credit. A hundred meter clearing. No hard cover. No trees. Nothing except stumps and the shrubs and native grasses that had sprung to replace the clear-cut trees. The fortress walls, easily twenty meters if a few, made the structure stand out like a wart. But it was very defensible. Excellent field of view and fire lanes.

The Forgotten dialed in the zoom on his rifle's scope. A few sentries patrolling the ramparts. Gun emplacements, but mostly of the lighter variety. He did count some heavy blasters and repeaters, though. The slavers were confident in their defenses, rightfully so he admitted, but they weren't expecting a heavy assault. They had no reason to fear the natives. Nothing short of artillery or assault vehicles would last long against such a strong point, and Asemir guessed the native Witches did not have those resources.

Fifty.

He set his rifle down and took a swig of water from his canteen. He had spent the last several days scouting the area, watching the fortress, and deciding on a course of action. A frontal assault was ruled out early and quickly, and he had decided that infiltration was his best plan. It was only a choice of the how. Transports, both air and ground, arrived at the fortress on a regular basis, so that was the obvious choice. He could either hitch a ride or hijack a vehicle, but that was risky. He had no idea what kind of scanning devices the slavers were employing in their vehicles. He could get caught during transit or at the moment of entry.

Fifty-three.

One hundred meters, though. That really wasn't that far. He narrowed his eyes, noting the vegetation of the cleared area. The grass was pretty high. Less than a meter tall, but that was enough. With some active camouflage and perhaps some luck, he'd probably be able to just sneak his way in. Doing some quick math in his head, he guessed he could make about ten meters an hour. A ten hour creep? It was doable. Aaris' nights were long. If he was lucky, there would even be some cloud cover to hide the moon.

But if the slavers discovered him, he'd be stuck out in the open with no cover.

Fifty-eight.

Asemir sighed. His two options were not fool proof, but there were always risks. He knew that and accepted that. It was just a matter of deciding how much risk was worth it. And how much of it was risk and gamble. It was a tough call.

Sixty.

His mind automatically reached out with the Force, doing a quick scan of the area. It was habit. Training. Instinct. Always be aware of your surroundings, especially when you were scouting an area. Every sixty seconds, that was what his instructors had taught. Make it subconscious, the counting of time. And then make it subconscious to be aware of everything. To trust the Force. To trust your instincts.

The Force told him nothing new. He was surrounded by life. Animals, plants, insects, everything. The jungle breathed life. The jungle was life. But that was not new. None of that life was a threat to him. He was concealed well, hidden within the brush at the edge of the clearing.

The only threats to him were the native Witches. They were out there, but he hadn't made contact with them. Yet. They had avoided him, and that was fine with Asemir. He was positive they knew that he was prowling their jungle. There was no way they couldn't. It was their jungle, after all.

One.

No threat. Which meant it was back to observing. To determine how much of a risk he would take. How much of a gamble.

Two.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: LL-1500 Medium Freighter Stellar Wind, Aries, Arcadia N-30
[1/38]

"Nelphrin, are you here?"

Gir looked over the stacks of duraplast crates marked with the four pointed star logo of Lucerne Labs in the ship's cargo hold, looking for the small-framed man. From Calmant missiles to Zephyr hyperdrives,the Stellar Wind was packed with a variety of the company's smaller products carefully selected by Azira and one of her assistants to try and sell in the famed markets of Arcadia. The Stellar Wind hadn't been large enough to carry the whole catalogue of products though, causing the Wind to be accompanied by a sister ship. But both of them shared the same supercargo, to both his pleasure and dismay. A disheveled looking man in stained overalls stumbled out from behind a stack of barrels labelled as "Hyperdrive coolant". The man of Hast blinked before wiping a hand across his face.

"Don't say it," said the other man, "I know. And I'll change."

"And shower."

"And shower, I smelt a leak and went to investigate. I think one of the straps holding the Zephyr crates tore loose on that maneuver near Pakuuni and smacked into that barrel. I think we pretty much lost the whole barrel."

"It's been leaking that whole time?"

"I think so," said the supercargo, pulling off a pair of gloves, "I asked R6 to take a look at the area to see if he can find any other leaks, just to make sure."

"And replacing it?"

"Should be able to find something in the market," said Nelphrin, "you're coming with?"

He nodded, "It's why I'm here."

 

[Iron Giant]

Realm of Resu - Ysraka Reservation Sector​

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Since her exile, the landscape of her ancestral home had been utterly transformed. What was once a constant but universally balanced warzone... had become a universal auto-genocide put on hold. When the Moross arrived, and converted the now infamous [member="Stone Hermes"] into a techno-viral abomination, the overly aggressive nature of the Resu caused a rapid and nigh-unfaltering spread which consumed nearly ninety percent of the entire species spread out across the 121 moons of the Realm. All except for the moon Ysraka, and a select number of primitive colonies set upon higher gravity terrestrial worlds in the system. The only thing which saved the species from extinction, was the realization by the Moross converts that reproduction between them was virtually impossible. Ysraka had nearly been destroyed, before the First Convert ordered their defensive retreat, and gained new orders to safe guard the remaining originals to preserve the only fertile population of Resu left in existence. That would have been the solution to their problems, if not for two distinct events: a new plague threatening extinction, and the collapse of the Theology they served.

Iron Giant had been briefed on all of this after a nomadic group of Veteran Resu captured her, along with her highly sophisticated armor. These guerrilla fighters had evade infection through active avoidance, stealth campaigns, and in the unfortunate event of getting caught and subsequently rescued, amputation. They were also among the only Resu who had not been exposed to the fertility plague which threatened to snuff out the last surviving originals in the Ysraka "Reservation Sector". Despite being abandoned by her family and exiled due to her disability... somehow her reputation as the exotic Mercenary under the figure [member="Jorus Merrill"] manage to reach back to the lunar system. In short, they needed whoever they could get, and they needed someone who could operate advanced technology. This had become her second chance to be part of her people once more.

That is when the CybeResu where formed. Through her galactic connections, technical expertise, and familiarity with Resu biology, she had devised a manner in which technology could be surgically implanted into their bodies in such a manner as to make them resistant to contracting the Techno-virus on surface exposure alone, and to fight them in most environments with less difficulty then ever before. Heavy utilization of metallic hydrogen had shrunk much the technology which had been cumbersome before. She had become one herself, and all but abandoned her former armor despite its technical marvel. Through many communications with C.O.M.O., she had come to the theory the "armor" was not originally intended to be worn, but rather deployed as a deadly battle droid with significant enough intelligence to be a true threat. However, considering the galactic criminals who found her did not have that kind of artificial intelligence lying around to install, they settled for the next best thing - a living being. That part of her life though, was long past. With a maximum lifespan of 40 years, her life was already half over, she did not have time to dwell on the past, especially all those who wronged her were either killed already or were no longer of importance to bother with.

"Veteran Iron Giant, it would seem your connection with [Jorus Merill] has been heard, we are intercepting Moross chatter which suggests they are detecting an unknown presence in the Realm. Is it the [Vagrant Fleet]?" An older Veteran known as Bronze Tusk asked her while she supervised a stealth dig into the ice of Ysraka.

"Negative. The [Vagrant Fleet] was disbanded shortly before I left. I imagine some other alliance of his has entered the Realm. I do not think they have the proper information they need, but known enough that the species is in critical danger. Stone Hermes has tested his latest Strain on the Morossian Rebels... they are becoming bolder with their experiments." At some point in the conversation, the dig team reported a successful penetration point, and had set up the pressurization tent in preparation of entry. Nearly floating down from the surface, Iron Giant continued to speak with Bronze Tusk. "I may remember some old codes, his people may understand which could signal them our intentions, direct them where to go safely. Inform them of our current mission, and so on. Set up a beacon on the surface, I have instructions for you."

After a lengthy discussion, Iron Giant stepped into the pressurization tent, and was sent into the depths of Ysraka. Bronze Tusk however, was busy creating messages for friendly ships entering the Realm of Resu. Those messages included coordinates to a CybeResu safe-haven on an asteroid beyond the gas giant which was home to the Resu, and other details pertaining to the brutal war going on between multiple strains of Resu. That is, after a decryption process assuming they recognize the signals. If not, running into the wrong crowd would be all too easy.

In the mean time, Iron Giant swam deeper into Ysraka, prepared to kill Moross Resu of either Schism, and to rescue a number of her fellow "Originals".

[member="Neelig Waawat"], [member="Bryce Bantam"]

(Post 1)

 

[The Great Narrator]

Arcadia-N-30 - T R A D E * S H O W
Location: Arceneau Trade Outpost - Make friends, and do business
CONTACTS: [member="Saffron"] | [member="Charzon Loulan"]
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“Please, if you would hold your hand over for the biometric identifier?” Saffron requested. It was part of security for Aurodium Bank and so that the information on the accounts could be transferred for their use.

Cla'Mari gladly placed her hand on the identifier with little though as to that sacrifice her husband had made for her. A work of love to help his people he had gladly turned it over to another so she could live out her dream. She was sure so would need to add Bryce as well but for now access to the needed funds would be enough for today. Frankly, she was so excited to see her dreams materializing she all but dismissed the Mrs. Bantum comment that normally would have raised her ire. Watching the credits flow in her heart raced as she began to think of all the possibilities she now had. Eager to explore one of them she turned her attention back to Saffron and pulled a small data slate from her bag. Queuing up a set of schematics she looked them over before handing it over to Saffron for review.

"My husband for his faults is quite the creative type, from your last trade show on Pergitor my husband was inspired to design a unique engine I would like for you to see. Given the limited resources out here in the outback its' perfect for mass production at an extremely competitive price. Plus it would have the added bonus of running on TibannaX a fuel source you have a good portion of the market cornered on if I'm not mistaken?"

"However, in order to begin production, we would need a company with the expertise of Haven shipyards. Do you think you would have any interest in a joint venture? On Kal'Shebbal we have connections that would allow a company as yourself a setup ship quickly under our umbrella and all the reasonably priced tradesman you would need to begin construction. Resources would be no concern as well as those not able to be found on my homeworld can be brought in from our holdings on Demonsgate. So, what do you think?"

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Arcadia-N-30 | NPC : Mr.Zej | Objective : Salacia Consolidated Salvage Outpost | Post :[2]


Scout ships went down first, guiding the larger ones filled to the brim with materials. Crews scuttled around the landing area as the freighters slowly descended from the sky, making sure the landing went smoothly. Air hissed and the sound of hydraulics drown out shouts from the crews to one another. Another hiss and mechanical whirring, a main ramp lowering on the largest freighter, Mr.Zej walking out as quickly as the ramp allowed him. His portly framed swayed slightly, moving onto the grasslands.


Survey crews scurried out with their instruments, moving into place before Mr.Zej could say a word. Lasers were soon criss-crossing the area, engineers in hard hats were pointing and gesturing, deciding the best placement and foundation.


"Alright boys, lets start unloading. Staging area to the port side of the main vessel. Materials in order, labels facing out." Hands came to rest on his hips, surveying. "Constructions crews, means you too. Let's keep the processing equipment on the ship until the engineers call for 'em. Nice and easy, lets keep it organized. No one gets run over."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Arcadia N-30
Objective: Spread the gospel of Capitalism.

(3)

Far away from the Firemane/ARGH outpost, things were not going wrong at all. The Firemane family was primarily a weapons manufacturer. The Arcadian militia was on edge because of Black Rose cultists, Sithspawn and xenomorphs that could pop up in this quadrant of space. So Kerrigan's crew had brough toys for them to try out.


"This baby here is a rotary shattercannon," Sergeant Solveig, a blonde of the amazonian type that seemed to populate Firemane's troops, announced once the imposing weapon had been deployed. The actual name was Hyper-Velocity Kinetic Firearm Rotary Cannon - 2, but no one used that name. Except obsessively correct droids and Gados scientists.


"It has an effective range of 450m, is fully automatic and fires 6, 600 per minute. Its projectiles can tear through personal durasteel armour as if it were paper and even penetrate medium vehicle armour." She sounded rather enthusted by this.


One soldier tried to lift it, but gave up. "It's bloody heavy, ma'am."


"That's why you don't fire it while charging across the battlefield and screaming like a moron, soldier." This one is not at all parodying certain action movies. Ironically, Siobhan liked to watch corny action flicks. Taldir was no fun at movie nights because she kept complaining about the vids being unrealistic.


So the Sergeant went on to demonstrate how to load and aim the weapon. That took a bit. Alas, playing Rambo was not very feasible. Unless you possessed superhuman strength of some sort. Finally the militiaman who'd been given the honour of testing this weapon got to shoot at super battle droids. The air was filled with a thunderous roar when the shattercannon belched out projectiles and ripped robots apart. Meanwhile, outpost construction was proceeding. That was far less exciting, but very important.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Objective: Realm of the Resu - ​

This is virtually a first contact situation. Everything about the Resu is alien. Kathol Technical Academy's students have been invited to play a role in understanding the Resu language and technology, including the unique Resu ships while TKO Search and Rescue will be escorting all friendly parties and investigating a strange possible distress signal that has been coming from the system.​

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Location: Remys Revenge
Tags: [member="Iron Giant"] | [member="Neelig Waawat"]


The newly MC42 Ruisto-class Star Cruiser entered the Resu system with all due caution. The were the vanguard force and even carried a few of the KTA medical students. Designed for both exploration as well as medical aid it seemed like the perfect ship to explore a perpetual war zone. Sitting at the very outskirts of the system they were trying to keep a low profile while making a Preliminary scan of the system. Bryce had ordered all crew to action stations and launched 5 of the ships hyperspace probes to review the "lay of the land" before the bulk of the fleet arrived.

As they did a unique signal was detected. Not as alien as the other signals in the system this one seemed to have a more basic pattern, one almost familiar. It was a coded signal for sure, but one meant to be discovered as it was being broadcast in all directions. Getting up from his chair Bryce was called over by the young Twi'lek communications officer. As was with much of the crew Bryce had hired many on from Kal'shebbal and those not form the planet were KTA students who filled the remaining vacant crew spots. Looking closer to the signals modulation and structure Bryce couldn't help but feel he knew it from somewhere.

"Comms, set up a secure subspace channel and signal see if you can raise [member="Alec Rekali"] or General [member="Jorus Merrill"], I think they will want to see this." ​

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Objective: Make First Contact, help the Resu
Post: 2/37
Tags: @Bryce Bantham | [member="Iron Giant"]

"Alright boys, I need everybody to suit up. Everybody that is not in a envirosuit in the next fifteen minutes is heading back to class." There was a myriad of noises that erupted, which could most aptly be described as shuffling. Neelig's own envirosuit took a bit of effort to put on, with Ithorian helmets being an interesting challenge in general. Once he was sealed up he found one of his professors strapping an oxygen tank to his back.

"We're meeting the Remy's Revenge on the way to the distress signal." He said as he ensured everything was strapped correctly on Neelig's person. "We're assuming it's a Resu ship of some kind, and that probably means a lot of water, or a lot of cyborgs. These envirosuits aren't military grade but they'll protect you from the water. Be very careful with the techno-virused Resu. We don't want to be the source of an intergalactic incident." He continued, going through what was likely procedure.

"I'm ready Dr. Laus." Neelig said to the man.

"Excellent. We're about to signal the Remy's Revenge with our team that's ready to go. You're about to be on it Neelig, and you're about to have an experience that I can't teach you in a classroom."

Neelig let out a breath of excitement through his mouths. Experience with new alien species and possible networking opportunities. What more could he ask for?

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Arcadia-N-30
Post: 8/38
Allies: [member="Saffron"], [member="Charzon Loulan"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Trade show

"Freight routes will be fivefold: Karideph, Pergitor, Kal'Shebbol, Demonsgate and Arcadia-N-30, three times a week in each direction with AT-AT barges initially, and the last weekly frequency will be flown with the Maersk of Lanteeb"

"Start small but please understand that such an arrangement is essentially amounting to Star Tours operating one of the big channels in and out of the Outback in the end"

"Star Tours... after what happened on Morellia and Kuat, we have reasons to doubt that you're really a criminal"

"We were middlemen in both instances: Star Tours has no responsibility for the end use of their services"

The Kathol Outback has neutral relationship with the First Order since the FO seems to expand towards the northwest. But the First Order's demilitarized zone is a place that only allows civilian ships in or out. Star Tours did little actual combat and, even then it was as piracy targets. But luckily the heavy armament (by spaceline standards) paid off. In the Wild Space it matters even more how much weaponry cargo ships could carry, and Maersk Star Freight found that the Maersk-class were better-armed than their predecessors, TL-6000s, Baleens, Super Transports Xs (the STXI will be superseded by the Rasta Sub in Maersk Star Freight service at a later point) and saved them the cost of escorting. KDY didn't see it coming - all thanks to one Jessica. [member="Lorelei Darke"] must not have noticed it at the time but it was ultimately a bad decision on KDY's part to fire Jessica. Perhaps KDY didn't care about the civilian ship segment at the time. Perhaps KDY didn't care because the clients they lost were on opposite sides of the Force (Kuat was One Sith property when Jessica was fired, and the largest two civilian clients lost, Maersk Star Freight, Bluth Company, are Republican and Sanctum corporations respectively).

"Consider the authorizations granted for opening freight routes to Kathol space"

 

[Tarok Vassket]

[member="Asemir Lor'kora"] [member="Aerin The Lost"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

AARIS III

Several members of her clan gathered around as she tried to use the messaging suite on her data pad. They backed away quickly as she let out a low growl and raised it above her head.

"Tilzi," came a warning.

"Sorry mother," she replied meekly. "The damnable thing is so frustrating." She laid the data pad across her knees again and tapped away at the screen. This entirely real display seemed to appease some of those who had seemed a little concerned with her familiarity with technology. It was only a simply chat room and message broadcast system, but she'd always despised data pads and their touch screens.

"I need a map," she stated.

"A map?" Preena asked.

Tilzi rolled her eyes. "They use numbers for coordinate systems, I don't know where they're planning to land without a map with their grids."

As she worked there was a bustle behind her. "We picked up another set of tracks, far more cautious. One of yours Tilzi?"

"I don't know, I'll go see. We need some to go to their landing site here and bring them to the camp, someone to go to escort this topless brute."

"Ill go!" Vish replied quickly. "I'll go follow his tracks."

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Sixty

This time Asemir would sense several lifeforms following his tracks. Force Users, all of them. There was no hostile Intent but deep concentration. This was their world, they could track anything on it, but some prey was harder to follow than others. Tilzi moved at the front of the trio, carefully examining the ground before her.

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"Hi there," came a soft call from above Nate. A plainly-garbed witch sat on her haunches. She was shorter and more slender than her eldest sister, but Vish had the same bright hair.

There was absolutely no shame as she canted her head to one side and appraised his bare torso. "Are you with the...Kathol group? With Tilzi?"

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Arcadia-N-30 | NPC : Mr.Zej | Objective : Salacia Consolidated Salvage Outpost | Post :[3]



It was a flurry of activity at the Salacia Base Camp. Earth movers pushed grasslands out of the way, making the way for a flat foundation. Pre-assembly of structural supports had begun with the intent of them being lifted into place as a way to save time. It was loud, hot and noisy. However, there was rumbling in the distance. At first crews thought it was [member="Saffron"] and the Arceneau Trade crews working on the main trade center. However, Mr.Zej didn't accept it for fact. The sounds were suspicious, regularly spaced booms. Some louder than others.


Where had he heard this before? It sounded a bit like rock quarry explosions. Explosions. He did see Firemane vessels in the area.


"Dear Force, I hope Firemane doesn't decide to aim in this direction. We're going to be toast. What the hell are they out here doing anyways? Turning the planet into crater central? Probably trying to recruit more lesbian soldiers for their cult..." Mr.Zej was grumbling, shaking his bald, blue head. "...Force help the people of this planet."