Dominion Shifting Tides | Dominion of Devaron

[Damian du Couteau]

Damian du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective: One Reforged Alliances
Location: Fondor, Senate Building
Outfit

Damian’s lone eye scanned his data-slate, there was almost an irresistible urge to sigh in relief but the most he allowed himself were the faint tugs near the corners of his lips that form a ghost of a smile. His new rush of reports had all but been completed upon arrival, either this was a rather large faulty error in his accounting department or it was a mercy bestowed upon him from the galaxy. The young du Couteau heir prayed for the latter but steeled himself for the former.

He stifled a yawn as he leaned into his seat, his attention broken to the sound of the Chancellor’s voice that had just called the Senate into session. The admittance of a former Alliance member world was a rather common occurrence, even before the galactic shift, unfortunately. Damian and his people had plenty of experience of such a matter, which for his own part the process was rudimentary for his staff to help the Devaron’s delegates and their staff to handle any preliminary data-slate work. Dotted I’s and crossed T’s as the saying went. His father had assisted in the initial acceptance of Devaron into the Alliance fold, the contacts he made allowed Damian quite a bit of flexibility to how he approached particular delegates. Of course he knew the original involvement had a different tune than what had been played currently.

Markets had shifted and adjusted, but such fluctuations would ripple well into the sixth or seventh month time frame. Not that Damian worried to see a dramatic downturn in his year to date predictions, he just knew without proper steady guidance the profits and earnings of inter-galactic companies would spiral out of control. How many pensions had been wiped and just what disastrous societal consequences would occur across hundreds of member worlds? Damian closed his lone crimson eye shut and attempted to remove those thoughts from his head. He could already imagine what a single point increase in unemployment would cause millions to suffer, what more would such a galactic uncertainty of such proportions leave behind?

“How many sleepless nights will I suffer?” Damian muttered to himself quietly.
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|| Alicio Organa | Spirit of Temperance ||​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery's eyes flicked to the mirror as Connel froze — not with surprise, but with that quiet alertness that came from years of doing this dance. She leaned just slightly to one side, enough to glimpse the faint red thread of the tripwire stretching across the next hallway, barely perceptible unless you were looking for it. Her gaze moved back to him and the subtle gesture of his hand — the throwing lightknife ready.

She gave a slight nod — quiet was best.

While he prepared to handle the oncoming patrol, Valery shifted into motion — a whisper more than a presence. Her boots barely kissed the floor. She moved like a dancer slipping onto center stage just as the lights dimmed. She moved past him in a fluid blur, slipping close to the wall as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed faintly ahead. Connel had this. She trusted him.

As the corridor opened up before her, she crouched low at the edge of the tripwire, her eyes tracking its emitter point. Her gloved fingers moved delicately, bypassing the trigger mechanism with a small diagnostic tool she pulled from her belt.

A breath.

The wire fizzled, then blinked out. Still crouched, she looked back over her shoulder toward Connel, lips quirking into the barest smirk. She didn't say a word. She didn't need to.

The path was clear.

Connel Vanagor ​

 

[Vera Noble]

Devaron

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Tag: Kaelos Vryn Dezorath Barcu

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Vera was still beaming — glowing, really — as Kaelos fumbled over his words in the most endearing way imaginable. Her fingers gave his a little squeeze, her grin only growing as he tripped through his own admission. "You're lucky I think you're cute when you're awkward," she teased, tilting her head with mock seriousness. "But yeah. Officially. You're stuck with me now."

And then—

"Am I interrupting something?"

Vera jumped.

She blinked and turned sharply toward the new voice — the towering figure parting the jungle like he belonged to it. Her hand instinctively dropped from Kaelos', but her posture changed. The kind that said nothing to see here, we are absolutely not being gross and romantic in the middle of a mission.

"Nope," she said, a little too fast, a little too brightly. "Not at all!" She cleared her throat and took a sudden, intense interest in adjusting her gloves. Totally normal jungle stuff. Then she turned, hands on her hips, facing both Kaelos and Dezorath with a kind of forced casualness that could only come from a Padawan trying very hard not to be caught being soft.

"We should, uh… probably keep moving. Still a lot of jungle to clear, and I don't think the Quarra are going to politely wait for us." She gave Kaelos one last look — softer, lingering — then turned toward the path ahead, expression slipping back into something a little more mission-ready.

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[Gress D'ran]

Homecoming
Tag: Koyi Freetaa
Loadout:

Spoiler

Tiger 1 ~ Horned Hellstomper
Tiger 2 ~ Fireball
Tiger 3 ~ Perception Check
Tiger 4 ~ Divine Intervention
Tiger 5 ~ (Command Tiger) ~ Golem
Puma 1 ~ Brass Ring
Puma 2 ~ Ice Cream Truck
Puma 3 ~ Short Bus
Puma 4 ~ First Student
Puma 5 ~ Frizzle's Cadets

The general brought out a small astromech, letting it display a massive battle map across the base floor.

"Men, you will start at the southern base, as marked on the map. The Devaron Forces will be stationed to the north, across the river. You will be expected to assault them, and dislodge them. Or fail."

Gress didn't say a word, but he knew better. Asking the fresh faces to cross a river was just asking for failure. He remember his defense on Empress Teta, which only failed due to the fall of the planetary shield generator.

"Any questions?!"

 

[Jobbi Chantin]

Objective 3 - A Buyer's Market (To Objective 4) ​

Pet (hair): Fuzzy (Sha'rellian toop)
Lightsaber: None

Jawa plushies.
Soft, pillowy Jawa stuffies.
Little hooded figures with arms outstretched. Fine additions to her collection, stitches and filled with fluff. Jobbi had bought the merchant's entire display, carrying about two dozen of them in a bear hug as she slithered away to join the other Jedi and bring back to the shuttle.

Following behind her was a a hovering carrier droid with two unopened boxes of 50. Enough to share with the other Jedi if they get jealous on the ride back.

Jobbi was caught up in the moment and excitedly humming along - so much so that she didn't notice that the path was clear of other pedestrians. She wasn't lost, the Jedi were very clear about where they were going and where to meet up at, and besides, she was too excited to care about where the other people were at when she had 124-ish Jawas to fit into her sandcrawler-themed chest when she next visited back home.

She didn't care about Fuzzy's protesting squeal of alarm. She didn't even care about the growling and snarling she heard - or the pack of Quarra that rushed from the jungle foliage heading straight for her.

@OPEN​

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Devaron Jungles
Objective: 4 - Hunt some Quarra
Tags: Drystan Creed

How did them being pack hunters make it easier for them? It made no sense to her. If they were together as a group, it would be harder to take them on...but Reina at least was sure they'd be able to handle it. It just surprised her if she was being honest

"I...don't know how to use the Spirit to hide my presence. It's not something I've learned before."

Most of what Reina knew had been instinctual. She hadn't had many lessons on actual Force powers, minus Force Speed. How was this meant to work? As she stumbled through the Jungle after Drystan, doing her best not to get her foot stuck in any roots, Reina tried to figure out how to mask her presence. She had to hide the Light coming from her...Just use the Force to disguise it, almost as if she was placing a blanket over the Light.

Even if that wasn't going to work, Reina felt like she was smeared in enough mud to cover her natural scent. Just trying to blend in with the...beautiful aromas of the Jungle. Or at least beautiful was one word to use for it all. Revolting was another one but hey. Reina was trying to look on the brighter side of things now.
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[Sienna]

Sienna opened her mouth to dig deeper into whatever the complication Tel talked about was, but he cut her off, turning the question back on her. A question which in turn was also interrupted.

Sienna stopped sharply, one step away colliding with Tel. She glanced past his shoulder, finding nothing blocking their path. Perhaps he'd sensed something...?

And then the branch crashed with a loud crunch. Exactly where they would have been a few steps later.

It was a good save and she was about to thank Tel, but he flashed her a grin. She wanted to with a scolding remark about taking their mission--his mission technically--more seriously, when he mentioned something that caught her interest.

"Not moving?" She hummed in thought. "While it could be that they're simply resting, I don't want to rule out that they're preparing an ambush. They must have heard about Jedi moving into the jungles. We can have all the intimidation on our side, it won't save us from a bolt to the back."

The jungle on either side of the trail had completely overgrown with trees, branches, vines, and underbrush. Moving through it they would remain undetected, though their progress would be slower. Against an ambush, time would be on their side, however.

"They'll expect us on the trail. It's safest if we cut through the jungle instead. You can track them right? It shouldn't be too difficult to find them, even in all of that," Sienna gestured vaguely at the messy foliage.

Tel Ahren

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Get out of our House!
Devaron
Objective 4

She went one way…

… he went the other…

Throwing the knife at the heavy rifle of one of the patrol group, he moved with a blur. He did not have the quiet presence and grace of a Shadow Master, but he had skills of his own, like “Shock and awe”. Connel was on the patrol before they even knew he was there, the advantage of Force assisted speed. Their reactions were violently muffled, be it well placed thrusts, chokes, or punches, but in a blur they were down.

He was setting another trap with the rifles that he had done before when she looked back his way. Connel was not a “Shadow” by training, like those who had trained from the onset in the skills, he was in determination, and choice, Connel was a Guardian with Special Forces training. He had an outside set of skills that relied more on tech, and gadgets, a different league, relying on his raw combat skills and resourcefulness. His methods were unorthodox but effective, combining speed, precision, and improvisation to outsmart his opponents.. He was capable, the younger Vanagor would not be here if he wasn’t, but he was going to take as many mental notes from Master Noble as he could. Field training is always good.

How is she so QUIET? So jelly! In a good way.

Are you done?

For now.

They were clear, but he was still moving along the wall as he approached the Grandmaster and quipped I didn’t get a full layout of the place, but we’re not far from what used to be the Gathering Hall. They have one of the side rooms set up as a makeshift “Armory”.

Valery Noble • TAGS​

 

[Kaelos Vryn]

Location: Devaron
Tags: Dezorath Barcu | Vera Noble
Equipment: Lightsaber | Jedi Jumpsuit | Utility Belt
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They'd been caught.

Almost instinctively, the hand that had been holding Vera Noble 's reached for his weapon just in case the person who stumbled across them happened to be more foe than friend. The trees and foliage around them made a little noise as a figure of pure muscle and armour stumbled out into the clearing.

Whilst his weapon remained at his hip, his fingers remained coiled around it just in case. The new presence that had joined them was lacking a dark aura, which suggested friend. He didn't attack either, which further built up the friend rationale and further diminished the foe one.

Kaelos relaxed somewhat as Vera took up a very obvious "nothing was happening here, everything is fine" approach to their new companions presence. Kaelos had to admit that he and Vera had gotten distracted. It was the good type of distracted, sure, but it was distracted from the mission at hand nonetheless.

"Well, they should wait. I think it's rather rude that they don't" he joked in response to Vera's comment about the Quarra not waiting. It appeared that they definitely agreed that Dezorath Barcu was a friend, and judging by his looks and expressions he was a friend who was very confused on what he'd walked into.

The young Jedi Padawan cast Vera a smirk. "Lead the way" he commented, pausing for just a moment before adding "partner" to the end. It was a change from their usual running joke of calling each other pilot or co-pilot but it just felt more right considering the conversation they'd just been having about thirty seconds or so prior.

Falling in besides Dezorath Barcu , Kaelos cast him a smile. "Forgive me, I'm awful with names and I'm not much better with faces but even I'm certain we've never crossed paths before" he acknowledged. "Kaelos Vryn, Padawan to Braze " he introduced himself with a smile, gesturing over to Vera. "She's Vera" he added, not expanding much further to A. not out her as the grandmasters kid and B. because he genuinely didn't know who her master was.

Something he needed to learn about her, that was for sure.

One of many things he would need to learn about her, especially now they were dating.

 

[Tel Ahren]

Sienna

"Right," he replied with a nod. His vibroblade came out in a flash, cutting through some dense, hanging vines just off to their left. "Don't think we're too far, so let's swing around this way." Sienna was rapidly proved right that it would be slow going, especially because he didn't want to use his vibroblade for any but the worst of it; hacking through the brush would make a lot of noise, even with the vibroblade making quick work of it, and the vibroblade itself could give them away. Sure, the ultrasonic vibrations were above the hearing of most species...but there were always some that could hear further, and he didn't know what the demographics of those criminals were.

It still only took a few minutes longer than they might have taken otherwise, but he could, eventually, spy a small clearing through the foliage. Four people laying within it. Openly, though, not like they were planning an ambush.

His cheeks itched.

"Think that's them," he whispered, pointing through the small gap in the trees where he'd just barely spotted the four. "Something...smells off, though. Feels off. I'm not sure what." He squinted. He could still sense the four presences, but trying to reconcile those senses with his eyes wasn't always the most sure-fire thing. Had they been running for the day, he could believe that the criminals would be taking a moment to rest. Without the Force on their side, they might not even know they were being tailed. Perhaps there was a chance for him and Sienna to be the ambushers, rather than just trying to turn one back around.

He started forwards, exceedingly careful with his foot placement, the way he moved his body, to make as little sound as possible. "Keep close," he bid, whispering again back over his shoulder. "I'm going to check this out."

 

[Koyi Freetaa]

Objective 2 - A Test of Strength
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Tags: Gress D'ran

Spoiler: Forces

• GATE-13 MAD STOMP
• GATE-13 NOISE COMPLAINT
• GATE-13 ELBOW GREASE
• GATE-13 JANK TANK
• GATE-13 JUNKYARD KING
• PUMA-2 BOOMBUS
• PUMA-2 RATTLEBUG
• PUMA-2 DENTBOX
• PUMA-2 SCRAPRIDER
• PUMA-2 PEWLORD

Koyi looked at the map that General D'ran had projected with disgust. Assaulting a fixed position, with a river crossing, to make things extra difficult for the inexperienced commander. One of the things Koyi knew for sure about commanding an assault, assuming all other things equal, was that when assaulting a fixed position, you wanted a three-to-one numerical advantage, and nothing about this was equal about this match up.

"Just one question, General." Koyi spoke up. "What are the rules of engagement?

Her mind was already racing, Koyi figuring out unorthodox strategies and most importantly how to cross that danm river without leaving her ass hanging in the breeze. Or maybe she could avoid the river by going far north since it appeared to be fed by a massive spring on the map, or she could cross in the far south and squeeze between the base of the mountains and the river.