Shadows of the Empire: The Dominion Dom of Helska IV and Paxin Sul

[Darth Exode]

Location: Heslka IV
Objective: Survival
Nearby: [member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Darth Rage"] | [member="Cairyn Midore"]
Posts: 4

Ravana just kept walking toward the shelter, nothing but the task of reaching her goal, and surviving long enough to do so. She trudged along, focused on going south to the shelter.

"Well... at least we have company. I think this would be much more mundane and boring."

 

[MythicHydra]

The Defenses were strong, the heavy cannons rained hell on the downed shuttles slowly eating away at their cover. Daclen continued to watch it all unfold, that strange feeling still not leaving him alone.
Then he caught sight of something that set his teeth on edge, A lightsaber! This was no ordinary group of raiders, the way that person moved showed that it was a Jedi leading the charge. "Call up all defenses! Combat droids to the main gate!" he turned and sprinted out, snatching his weapons as he ran. If he was correct, they wouldnt be enough.
Expensive battle droids charged out towards the attackers followed by mounted speeders. "Dont let them get close! Keep firing!" Daclen shouted orders, attempting to repel Alysons force.
[member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Helska IV
Objective: Sith Stuffs
Nearby: [member="Cairyn Midore"] | [member="Darth Rage"] | [member="Darth Exode"]
Posts: 5

"You don't get help, Cairyn." The woman snapped, the child's tone seeming to show that no one had disciplined him in the past. Spoiled brat. She shook her head. "If you try to get someone to carry you, I'll cut off your head and mount it on my wall as an example to the others." There was no hint of jest or mirth in her tone, only a deadly calm. "I told you to not disappoint me."

Shifting her gaze to Ravana, the Vahla gave a quick nod. "He is at least some distraction from the monotony." Her head shifted back to the child. "I know the weak links, kid. I'm just seeing what it takes for them to break."

It was an hour later when they reached the Imperial outpost. The ship was waiting for them.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

For once, Cairyn shut up for a moment, shrinking away from the Sith. "But why not?" He questioned, waiting a beat. "You said none of us are friends, that we'll use each other as pawns. What's the point in having pawns if I can't use them?" Forgoing his typical smile, his face was now blank, expressionless, possessing an utter lack of emotion no child should have.

By the time they reached the outpost, the cold was certainly catching up to him. Violently shivering, he tried using his gymnastics once more as a means to keep warm. That, however, was short lived as his left leg soon disagreed with the strenuous activity on uneven territory. "Is that for us? Yay! We're done!"

[member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Darth Exode"] [member="Darth Rage"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 1
Post: 18/25

"And Mirial! What's taking so long to get the Mirial project done?" the controller asked Dunames.

"The specifications from the Mirialan government is making our search for suitable builders much more difficult: the high cost of most of them will make things worse: in comparison to Mirial, Pax Insul-type of spaceports can be built a dime a dozen" she responded, exasperated.

"They're not asking to build another Cademimu-Flashpoint, are they?"

"No, but the specifications rule out the use of the usual Meran Mechanics stuff: it's their sacred project, especially since Mirial is the epicenter of the Primeval atrocities"

Sure the business in what Star Tours called Primeval-land was expanding at a healthy rate, but it was not without its risks. Much needed to be rebuilt in this region: the technical specifications from the Mirial government made life difficult for any party willing to place bids on the project and especially the Mirialans considered the newer Mirial spaceport as the symbol of the spaceport-destroying atrocities of the Primeval. Well, not just spaceport-destroying but that's what Star Tours is in position to do. Now that the accounts payable technician submitted the payments for the previous spaceports, Dunames can rest in peace regarding the bills.

 

[Darth Exode]

Location: Heslka IV
Objective: Survival
Nearby: [member="Grace Darkson"] | [member="Darth Rage"] | [member="Cairyn Midore"]
Posts: 5

Ravana just kept walking, keeping up with the rest of the gang, while Focused on thinking warm thoughts, and keeping her body heated, while she walked through the desolation. Once they had reached their new shelter for the day, Ravana took time to look at it and examine it, to see what kind of shelter it was and how effective said shelter was.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Objective 1
Post: 19/25

The control tower outside was getting its first floor finished, with it ready to get the sensor array installed. Dunames accepted that the operations on Pax Insul would be low-key, with few expected passengers. In the meantime, the hypermatter reservoir was being built, and soon a Neimoidian Yacht will land here for the filling of that reservoir. Oh and the kempas stuff was being placed on the terminal's sill plate. That was going to be a spaceport that will be functional and fit the needs for exotism for several residents of Primeval-land.

"In two days the spaceport will be finished" the foreman of the project told Dunames.

"That was fast..."

 

[Marcus Itera]

Objective: None
Post: [01/20]

The Dominion had their big boy pants on now, Marcus thought. It had been a long couple of months, and it hadn't taken this newly christened sovereign nation much time to get a little elbow room fit for a real empire. In all that time, the lonesome mercenary had either been drowning himself in alcoholic beverages rated to be able to peel paint off walls, or doing some blue milk runs along the Outer Rim. Nothing too special, just the jobs that could put food on the table and wages for the Disfavored Elite.

As the Better Off hung high in orbit over Helska IV, Marcus Itera figured it was time to come back. To render a little aid in exchange for a heavy purse. These boys and girls just had to have some big bucks now.

"Is it really time to come back?" Miranda's avatar materialized in augmented reality.

Marcus shrugged, slipping a cigarra through the slit of his helmet. He took a drag. "Maybe. What do you think?"

"Well," she shifted her feet, as if playing in sand, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"See some old friends. Get back into the flow of things. Drinking has gotten boring again." The nicotine rush made him grin lazily. "These guys and gals know how to have a little fun."

 

[Cundi]

Kal was also there, for some reason.

Alyson had dragged him to the system because she had no place to leave him. "I don't need a babysitter; I'll be fine," he'd say, to no avail.

Oh well. She'd gotten him out of Anaxes, so whatever.

The real problem was he had to stay. It was no place for a droid; especially a 2-meter-tall droid with "Hey! Hey! Shoot me!" written all over it.

Before Alyson went down, Kal gave her a firm handshake.

"Thank you. Stay safe."

[member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson and her cohort were quickly put under heavy fire by the hostiles, they were pinned down by heaby blaster fire and it would be difficult to make their way up the beach properly. They would need some sort of air support, luckily the ship maintained shadow droids. Alyson quickly used her comm to summon a shadow droid from above in orbit, a swarm quickly flew down and attempted to deal with the blaster cannons. The droids swooped down and put a pinpoint strike on the emplacements with a proton torpedo, the emplacement was set up in the air, and this allowed Alyson to charge up the area. They did so, Alyson stuck her sword out and shouted "CHARRRRGEE!" so they made their way over the beachhead, making their way towards the location.

[member="MythicHydra"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Helska IV
Objective: Sith Stuffs
Nearby: [member="Cairyn Midore"] | [member="Darth Rage"] | [member="Darth Exode"]
Posts: 6

The ship was still locked when they got there, and it was a cold minute before the woman would open it. "The point is you need to learn to stand on your own karking feet, kid." Her eyes were cold, and she walked towards the ramp. "If you can't do that, there's no reason for me to let you onto this ship." As the ramp lowered, she gave the boy a smile. The sith was no place for children, and those who started young grew up fast. If Cairyn was to be a Sith, he would have to learn a great many things.

And if Grace would be the one to teach him, one of those things would be when to speak.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Jumping up and down on his stronger leg, he waited impatiently for the ship to unlock. The silver hue in his skin became more pronounced as the cold continued to get to him. "Well, I made it this far, didn't I?" Geez, he just couldn't get a grasp on what was being expected out of him. First, they were all pawns, then he had to do everything himself? How was he supposed to have everyone under his left pinky if he couldn't get any practice in?

[member="Grace Darkson"] [member="Darth Exode"] [member="Darth Rage"]