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

[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: CyberResu Astroid
Tags: [member="Neelig Waawat"] | [member="Iron Giant"]

Bryce had been in the back behind the group taking readings and cross-referencing what they were receiving and what was in the storage backs aboard Remy's Revenge. Some new trends were beginning to line up. This plague was more insidious and subtle that the one on Demonsgate, that one screamed here I am, look at me. This one hid like a shadow only coming out when... Kark you little bugger... Bryce stepped forward having found something in the most recent findings.

"It's made to kill you," Bryce said. "This plague I think it was made to end the Resu, the infertility is not an unfortunate side but a planned design. If my history serves me correctly this was brought upon you by another group. The wanted to make you unto better soldiers right. Just like the clones of the old republic this group, they wanted a "kill switch", a way to limit the damage their new soldiers could do. What better way than to limit their "production" by controlling their procreation. If you ever rebelled you would run into the same issue you have now, infertility. Look, everyone, even the "clean" ones have these proteins in their system."

Bryce held up a holo device that sparked to life. Phasing in an out due to water around them interfering with the image. It displayed a rotating protein chain the three dimensions.

"This alone is nothing, a random bit of molecule. But when I combine with others like these I'm about to show you..."

The display then showed other molecule chains each floated independently till the touched, then the began to join with one another, mix and morph until they were in the shape of a hexagonal virus.

"The planted your entire race with the building blocks of your destruction. No one "clean" Resu has the virus but when procreating the proteins from the male and female mix, form the virus and circumvent the egg sacks protection. If I'm right then Mercury Tongue comes back the egg sack will be uninfected but carry one or more of these proteins."

I think the reason why some Resu can procreate while others can't isn't a product of them, but their mates, if I'm right the first step we can take to helping you people is to identify who can mate with who."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[member="General Beyyr"] [member="Faith Organa"]

Not a Jedi when it suits them was what Draco heard from the woman. All the ability to sit on a high horse and judge others, but with the shield of not having to abide by the code to explain their short comings. Draco wasn't exactly different, and his attitude towards the massacre would be very different if the situation had been reversed. He was aware of the hypocrisy he was guilty of, but he wasn't making efforts to change his thinking either. "I won't apologize on behalf of all Mandalorians. Two, arguably three, Mandalorians caused this instance. Clans, as this may be hard to understand, are separate entities in their own right, and Clan Vereen, Clan Munin, Clan Ordo, Clan Rekali, and others, had nothing to do with this. For me to apologize on their behalf would be to assign blame to them, and thus dishonor them. That I will not do." Draco pointed his chin up. He was still agitated. They were blaming every clan for this instance, and had it been by order of the Mand'alor, the Alor'e Council, or the Warmaster, that would be acceptable.

"If a Jedi had done this, would you go to the Silver Jedi and the New Jedi Order, and all the others and ask for an apology? I would expect not. However, on behalf of Clan Betna and Clan Raxis, the two perpetrators of this crime as far as I am aware, I apologize. Furthermore, you can expect them to offer their apologies to you upon my return to Mandalorian Space." Perhaps that would be a solid compromise. It was about the best he could do in that regard. He tapped his helmet, and his voice came over the annunciator.

Ilum, I'm sorry that happened.

"Sklor, go fetch a credit chip with one point three million credits on it. Betna can reimburse me when we get home. I wasn't aware a ship was recovered on Ilum, I will look into it. As you may have heard, but not cared about, I didn't partake in the Raid, and therefore I only know what I've been told." He said without breaking eye contact with the Force Sensitive woman. She could likely sense frustration coming from him, radiating out through his aura, twinges of the Dark Side slipping through the cracks in his armor. "I said originally I've come as an old friend, but I haven't felt like I'm in the presence of friends. Shall we continue?"

 

[Iron Giant]

Realm of Resu - CybeResu Asteroid​

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Seemingly before [member="Neelig Waawat"] could muster an estimate, [member="Bryce Bantam"] ushered a most horrifying message... slightly garbled by Resu translators. Her attention was re-fixated on the new speaker.

"Manufactured extermination," That wasn't a foreboding message to open up with, "Plague [self-identifier] thought manufactured extermination Resu, infertility misfortune planned design. History service truth, imposed [out-group identifier: syntax Resu implicated] separate [out-group identifier]. [Out-group identifier] desired manufacture superior soldier, truth? Clones of ancient confederacy [out-group identifier], desired extermination control, limit damage new soldiers capable. Superior limit production control procreation. Rebellion [out-group identifier: syntax Resu implicated] complications concurrently, infertility. Observe, [In--group identifier], clean possess proteins in system." The infrared figure would then begin to shift in the water, and seemed to raise something up for observation... but as expected of a Resu, Iron Giant was incapable of even beginning to perceive the electrical object which the humanoid procured, making the next garbled bits of translated information all the more confusing to a Resu who was only beginning to process the information spilled on to her; it was no kindly matter either, when "extermination" and "Resu" were so close together so many times when some nebulous other group was concerned. What was the "confederacy" and their clones? What rebellion? Nonetheless, her translator dutifully did its job for her.

"Solitude nothing, random molecule. Combinations preliminary to observations [out-group identifier]..." It was all random words to her, and her blood boiled in a lack of clarity. I contrast to the short bursts of information more easily broken down granted to them by Neelig, Bryce's sudden outburst was quickly forming into a pandemonium to any Resu in "ear shot" with a translator. Though it wasn't many, it was enough for the other Resu without translators to sense the "danger" the superior Resu were alerted to, though with even less understanding and more aggressive hostility than their Veteran leaders. Though it might not be immediately apart, many of the Resu were "looking" at them, anticipating something for them to become aggressive over and to attack with full force. They were kept at bay by the lack of any indication by their Veterans an attack was necessary... yet.

"[Out-group identifier] planted [Out-group identifier: syntax Resu implicated] architecture of [Out-group identifier: syntax Resu implicated] destruction. False clean Resu posses virus, procreating proteins sex mixture, formation virus circumvent egg sack protection. [Self-Identifier] Truth, Mercury Tongue return egg sack uninfected counter-proposal one multiple proteins." It only became more and more difficult to understand. False clean? One multiple proteins? What was he saying?

"[Self-Identifier] thought reason minority Resu procreate counter-proposal [Out-group identifier: syntax Resu implicated] incapable false product of [Out-group identifier: syntax Resu implicated], counter-proposal mates, [Self-Identifier] Truth primary action [In-group Identifier] capable assistance [Out-group identifier: syntax Resu implicated] identify mate-pairing." At this point, Iron Giant may as well have not been paying attention. This being was talking about the destruction of her race, some nebulous other party, proteins, and procreation "counter-proposals"... all on top of conflicting or non-relevant data such as clones, solitude nothing, false clean, or "one multiple". While Iron Giant visibly writhed attempting to process these many ideas, Mercury Tongue (now missing one out of her twenty six egg sacks from her underbelly, now visibly held in a container in her hand) emerged from the surgery room, paired with two free-swimming Resu surgeons most likely measuring her vitals.

Additionally, an orange orb would seem to float downwards from behind Iron Giant. She would not notice this, but it was her long faithful droid companion C.O.M.O., who acted as her guide and teacher in this troublesome galaxy, but most primarily of all, her interpreter. Equipped with a Resu translator of its own, and a processor of a protocol droid capable of understanding basic so intuitively as to converted into something more understandable in his own simplified Resune. The frame of the droid, was heavily damaged from the few years he has been company of Iron Giants psychological need to wrestle her compatriots... especially when she was exposed to the heavy isolation of an exile. In recent years, such "horse play" has been reduced since her re-induction into the Resu race in this new role as the CybeResu guide and "Navigator", as it were. The eggsack, would be handed to Neelig Waawat or any aids nearby for examination, to undoubtedly test Bantam's Theory. Meanwhile, C.O.M.O. would gather the attention of both Iron Giant, and Bryce simultaneously.

"Kathol Tech Institute! It is respectfully advised you temporarily halt speaking so many words at a time, in case you have not heard, the Resu are quite easily offended, most especially when they are both confused and concerned. In fact, I as a droid who personally interacts with them on a daily basis can confirm out of all other species in the galaxy, they are without a doubt the biggest babies out of them all, and by far the most confused. I speak for them when I say that they appreciate your assistance, but such dramatic revelations are best researched in seclusion until a manner of explanation can be handily crafted for them to comprehend. May I remind you that visual aids do not exist for the Resu, given their unique sensory inputs. I am currently re-interpreting the words of Bryce Bantam by interfacing with their translators directly. Please wait while I request they pause their aggression intentions." So as to not accidentally offend his Resu compatriots while speaking basic, C.O.M.O. cleverly over-rode the auto-translation matrix of the various devices around the room that some CybeResu possessed (most notably Iron Giant and her compatriot Mercury Tongue), and instead inputted specific signals which represented the code necessary to create simplified Resune electrical signals and frequencies.

The message was simple:

"Resu, Infertility Plague potentially operates multiple protein pairs. Singular protein equates non-plague. Sex multiplies singular protein pairs in offspring, equates plague. Infertility Plague origin artificial. Solution: sex compatibility artificial selection. Protein burden two, incapable breeder. Protein burden one, capable breeder. Addition: search destroy Infertility Plague creators."

The students would soon realize that what Bryce hypothesized, could have serious merit. It was entirely plausible that these proteins he discovered were artificial in nature, planted into the Resu population almost exactly concurrently with the arrival of the Moross Crusade and the techno-viral change brought on to them by the Aesir Neth. It was entirely possible the Crusade had created a contingency for their new race of conquerors... or perhaps, more insidiously, the Crusade had made secret dealings with some, far more sinister sect to allow them this experimental population control.

Nonetheless, even knowing this, and with a strategy in mind... it was no cure. Ensuring the safety, security, and continued growth of this endangered civilization would require many years of careful manipulation... but it was a start.

(Post 12)

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Draco Vereen"]

"Oh, don't be contemptuous, Master Vereen," said Denirel with a frigid smile. "Don't settle accounts with poor grace. A personal apology is one thing; an apology as a diplomat is quite another, as you know. Now that you've given the latter, and made the reparations that'll cover the medical bills, my part in this is nearly over." She stood. She wasn't tall. "I'll speak to Mara Merrill about canceling the bounty on your friend Betna. For..." Her mouth twisted. "...expediency, and because you're quite correct. There's been enough collateral damage due to carelessness. On all our parts."

She left the room. Beyyr watched her go, then turned back to Draco and let out a heavy sigh. He'd grown uncomfortable with his own anger when viewed in the mirror of Denirel's bleakness. "Sdunn."

The translation droid bobbed, photoreceptors brightening. "General Beyyr, on behalf of the Underground High Command, considers the Mandalorian debt to the Underground paid in full."

"Tujabbbs."

"He regrets that, as a representative of your government, you must weather the storm for actions which were not your own, despite your personal history as a friend to our cause. The distinction can bring complications."

"Nextupp."

"With the Ilum matter resolved, he would like to change the subject from past to future, in keeping with the intent of your diplomatic mission."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco's slight frown and displeasure with the false Jedi didn't necessarily wane when she left, but he gave her a respectful nod as she went. He didn't like her, and likely would not receive many opportunities to change his mind about her. In Draco's mind, he was a friend first and foremost, a representative second. He would not always be a representative of the Mandalorian People, when they had met him, he had not been. When he was no longer a representative, it was likely he would still be a friend to the Underground. "It's a thing of diplomats and I'm not innocent of it." But I am not one to shove the actions of one under a rug because of another. When he swore vengeance on the Republic, it had been because their leadership had failed, not every individual was guilty, but they had all suffered some for it.

"The future is to build an embassy in Outback space, so that the next time there is an issue between our peoples, we can meet as friends and allies and put a swift end to it. Rather than have me sent to random Jedi that you all don't care about." Draco laughed, but Faith would know easily that it was not genuine. It was a simple tactic to bury his displeasure and pass over the awkwardness of the previous conversation, which to Draco was far from settled.

The broad Beast Shaman made his way back to the meeting place with a Credit Chip, and placed it in the General's hands. "The Great White Fleet seeks to build the kinship the Mandalorians have with the Outback. Already Clan Munin and Clan Rekali have strong ties with you. Trade and peace in our time is the goal. The two greatest threats to peace, freedom, and pursuit of happiness have been devastated and are in remission. Its time for the galaxy to heal. To raise our children."

<Never grow soft in peace time.>

[member="General Beyyr"] [member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Draco Vereen"]

Beyyr's gauntleted hand closed around the credit chit. Pocket change to Vereen, and likely to Arrbi Betna, but enough to buy the Underground a squadron of much-needed starfighters or fill any number of other demands that the survivors' medical care had delayed. He growled a phrase.

"The General reminds you that the Underground is not a government with a defined territory. However, it maintains a presence throughout the Kathol Sector, Kathol Outback proper, and Kathol Rift, including the numerous authorities of this region, such as the Kathol Republic and Pimbrellan League. A formal Mandalorian embassy should go to one of these governments. The Kathol Republic, particularly, is friendly to the Underground and is a major regional power. An embassy on its capital, Dayark, would serve as a lasting point of contact between the Underground and the Mandalorians, in keeping with your proposal."

"Nexssst."

"With the collapse and destruction of the One Sith and the so-called Galactic Republic, somewhat earlier than anticipated, it is reasonable to ask where the Mandalorian crusade will turn its attention. Surely its energy is not spent, and unity requires a goal, yes?"

 

[Faith Organa]

Post 2
Diplomatic Mission

Faith finally had something to offer, "excuse me [member="General Beyyr"] I'm sure my Aunt Rianna, who is a healer and has a company that offers medical supplies, doctors, and healers would be more than happy to help in whatever way she can. She is also a Mandalorian and understands how heart breaking the incident with the killing of the children would be. As a mother myself, having lost a son I can say there is no greater despair than losing a child. Any credits that are given won't ease that pain, or compensate for the loss"

The one thing that many did not understand was how much Mandalorians treasured their families.

"it is my hope that by establishing an embassies throughout the Galaxy that others will come to know Mandalorian culture and not just see Mandalorian Warriors. They are so much more than their armor"

Faith looked at Draco she knew he wasn't really a diplomat but there came a time when the type of diplomacy she offered and what actually needed to be said were two different things.

The one question that was on the minds of the galaxy the General asked, with the One Sith dissolving slowly away, and the Galactic Republic diminishing daily where would the eye of the crusade turn. On this she could not answer, she had an idea that Ra's plan of the White Fleet was the answer to that question.

But [member="Draco Vereen"] as Shukalar should answer.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[member="Faith Organa"] [member="General Beyyr"]

"The Crusade, to my knowledge, is now looking to secure our own borders, shore up defenses, and burn away the corruption of the One Sith and the Republic. As far as I'm concerned whether we do it ourselves or with the aid of others is of little consequence. We just intend not to grow weak during the peace we've been given, but I intend to enjoy it." Draco said with a shrug. Secure the borders, see to public health and safety, see to the welfare of their own. Maybe then the Clans would turn their head on others, but for now, there was no one and nothing.

Faith spoke and Draco rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand with a subtle smile, calming himself with her touch and pulling his mind back to its center. "We don't have anyone at the moment that we feel is a direct threat to our way of life like they were. The Republic, the One Sith. With them it was either they would team up and kill us off, or we would finish them off. Now, there is a vacuum. Peace in our time general. Isn't that what we fought for?"