Private Spring Cleaning

[Luna Terrik]

H O M E​

Location: Illyira - Plainlands
Time: 1100 Hours
Dress: Can’t clean in armor
Objective: Clean – renovate – create a home
Tags: | Tyrias Aran | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tiria Reinhart | Tien Ulinesque |

Turned out, Illyira was a bit more….appreciative when you dealt with one of their problems.

Having removed, or at least, stalled the arachnid problem on Illyira’s moon, the King of the planet had been kind enough to offer up a place of rest and respite for Luna and whomever else she wished to bring to the planet. Figuring out just who fit into that category was something that luna pondered over for a few days after the events on Avius. This was still a work in progress, and in the back of her mind, she still did not know if she would be staying on a planet such as this one. Or if she would be accepting the full time position the King looked to be offering. Whether or not she did end up staying here…she wanted her people here with her, and those that would follow her deserved the chance to do so.

So she sat in her small room in the capital city of the Illyira, sending a message to a very select, very few number of men and women that she knew she could trust. It was sent on smaller channels, encoded ones, that only those close to Luna knew how to use. Members of the omega squad, alpha squad, and even some outside of the two squads that had formed a bond with Luna. It was not a desertion message by any means, but one of opportunity to work in a new place on the side for a good reason, for good people.

It was a few days later that she had the list of those that had agreed to come along, and a transport to gather them up was sent along it’s way. Around that time was when she met the Adron Malvern again, and the plan was laid out for a base of operations to be given to her. An old castle, Le couteau du mountain, to be transferred into her name from the traitorous former owners. It would be in disrepair, but it would be Luna’s, and that was almost all that she cared about. He would provide her the materials to renovate it, as well as set it up as a defensible place they’d feel safe in.

He failed to mention just how..much renovation was going to be needed.

Luna stood in the central courtyard of the medium sized castle, looking down to kick around a piece of the rubble that had fallen from the half destroyed single tower. There was a large, stone shed to her right, holes in it’s ceiling and one door almost entirely off it’s hinges. It’d serve as a good place to store supplies or even a couple of speeders. The main manor part of the castle, which she turned to look at next, seemed to be in the best repair. She couldn’t wait to explore and see just what the whole place would have to offer.

But such things would have to wait, as a sound from above indicated the pair of transport ships coming in to land into the courtyard. One carried those that had decided to take up the Marshal’s offer, and the other with a large number of starting supplies that would, hopefully, allow them to at least get electricity running throughout the castle by the end of the day.

Luna just hoped this place’s running water was still working. She’d be like kark for inviting Tyrias to a place where taking a shower wasn’t even an option.

 

[Tiria Devereaux]

Outfit: Practical
Tag: Luna Terrik | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tien Ulinesque | Tyrias Aran

Over dressed for the occasion? Boarding a ship to survey an unexpected opportunity outside of Confederacy controlled systems meant you could not be over dressed. It was only because the sender had been verified that she'd given it a second's thought.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Tiria's 'condition' came with several perks. Being in two places at once was one of them, so even if the sender hadn't been verified an aspect of herself could easily investigate such an offer. Most importantly, it could do so without placing the Primary Host -- Tiria Reinhart -- in any danger. Not that the vessel in question considered itself any more important than the rest of the Hive, but the Hive did. A bit of conundrum to disagree with one's self, but every sentient species experienced wrestled with internal conflicts. Her's were just a little more... self-evident.

Why then was the Keshiri on her way to Illyria instead of Tiria Reignhart? Simple, really, the Confederacy has a larger military force. Their revenge came before everything else, and holding rank in such an organization made material and personnel available for when the time to settle the score came. Even so, Tiria didn't want to ignore the Grand Marshal's request either, and so the ability to be in two-places at once afforded her the benefits of both options.

Arms stretched out to either side, one leg kicked over the other, Tiria's eyes slowly scanned the rest of the transport's occupants.

"Any of you been to Illyria before?" She smiled even as the ship began its descent to the landing pad.

Of course those aboard had probably never met Tiria Devereaux before, nor knew of her literal connection to Tiria Reinhart. The Grand Marshal would understand when the pink lavender woman explained. After all, Luna had been one of the few to know a 'Force Sensitive' had been among the Dauntless in the first place. Not that Tiria had been trained in Jedi or Sith Arts; just the humble means of how a Hive Minded species worked.

When the ship touched down, Tiria uncrossed her legs and stood to her feet. "Time to learn more about the mission," she announced. The appearance of the castle from above hadn't bothered her in the slightest. Wouldn't be the first time they started in ruins to conceal their presence.

Tiria strode off the ship and made for Luna soon as the Grand Marshal could be seen. She'd stop short with a short salute before putting forward, "I'm Tiria." Her chin lowered and turned aside slightly while silence reign for just a moment to punctuate the statement. "An unexpected opportunity, Grand Marshal. Appears you already have a plan in mind." Given the company on the transport and now Luna's attire. So they weren't marching off to a fight straight away from this castle in need of renovation. Unless this was some sort of reconnaissance mission.

 

[Rook Heimdal]

Finder's Keepers​

Wearing: Mark 32 Solosuit
Tags: Luna Terrik | Tyrias Aran | Mitra Fay | Tiria Reinhart | Tien Ulinesque

It'd kept her up at night. When the person who thought you'd be worth something disappears do you carry on like nothing happened? Do you stick to your post and keep on keepin' on without a word? Rook was a loyal dog for certain. The day-to-day in Dauntless was what kept her focused--not the word. Occupied. All she had known about the red-head's absence was that she had been gone on a mission. Without her.

And it drove her crazy. She tried to push away the nagging thoughts, realizing she was thinking about the situation too much for a grunt (since it was all that Rook was, a grunt). Definitely the only way ol' Marshal Terrik thought of her.

Unfortunately.

And she lived with the wait. Until of course there was a message scrawling on an encoded channel, one which Luna had given to a few she trusted. The words felt like a cold compress to a fevered head. It was a relief and also another decision. Was Rook expected to throw everything away she'd just started to build here? No, no. The offering was a gig on the side... Rook shook her head, knowing she was only playing nice by even considering options. Only way she accepted a deal was all or nothing, and for the marshal? Push all chips toward center.

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Rook didn't own a starship in the vehicular sense. The Solosuit was her first big ticket purchase when she rejoined civilization. It'd been stuffed in a storage unit since her stint in Dauntless, waiting for the day Rook ever took to the stars again. Thank feth the planet of Illyria was close enough to jump without refueling. She took her time to survey the area as she flew, and to be honest her eyes had never been so wide. It was...green. Greenest planet the dust rat had ever seen. It was something she could get used to.

Thrusters engaged as she rolled forward in the air to slow her descent, pausing for a second as her suit hovered a meter off the ground. She landed with a heavy clunk, the weight of the armor bearing down on Rook's frame before she rose to her full height again. She trod forward as Tiria Devereaux gave Luna a salute. With a healthy smile Rook assessed the marshal, glad to see her in seemingly good health. The smile was suppressed into a reserved grin as Rook removed her helmet, nodding toward Luna and giving her own faded salute.

"Marshal. 'bout time ya rounded us up." The helmet was rested on her hip as she glanced around. "You fall in a fairy tale here?"

 

[Typhan Berrezz]

He had sacrificed his R&R for some more heavy lifting. At least, he imagined he had, but his Grand Marshal could certainly talk him into just about anything.

Just like Damsy had been able to, up until the end.

Not her end, though. Knowing the disgraced ex-Dauntless, she was still flipping her fins about somewhere. If Confederate special forces hadn't killed her, little the known universe could offer would; of that, he was sure, because he thought the same of himself - there was much to be said about self-pep talk.

Typhan knew that he and Luna felt very differently about Damsy Callat though they remembered her quite the same way. A nervous tadpole from Kamino that could barely walk by herself turned into one of the fiercest and most independent Dauntless, not the mention the Confederacy's saving grace from the Atrisian Blackwing outbreak, but Adron Malvern had long since unwound Typhan from around the sithspawn's finger. Luna hadn't felt the same effect. Ty didn't know why, but he respected Luna and so tried not to talk about it. The last thing he needed in his life was another rifted relationship with a commanding officer, especially after Rodia round two.

Dantooine damn near broke them all. He periodically wondered despite himself how Damsy would have reacted when she could have actually been there rather than a system over. Maybe it would have gone better.

The lieutenant let the Illyrians sunshine wash over him as he stepped down the loading ramp of the personnel transport and wash clean his thoughts. "The dress code memo seems to have gotten shuffled," he commented with a playful glint in his eye and a like cant to his tone. He chuckled as he approached his comrades already conversing, both looking much more prepared for a mountain ambush than him. "Or maybe intelligence."

 

[Mitra Fay]

Location: Illyria, transport ride
Time: 1100 Hours
Equipment: BCR-Compact Sniper Rifle, Casual Vampire
Tags: | Luna Terrik | Tiria Reinhart | Typhan Berrezz | Rook Heimdal |

Finding a home was hard.

Finding a place of belonging was hard.

But was even harder than those things was finding a place that one could call home..and then having the strength and ability to stay there. Mitra had figured that out a young age, and even during her short time standing alongside her comrades in the Dauntless, there was a hesitancy about her. A hesitancy about whether or not the place that she was currently in was where she needed to be. Maybe it was, but by the time the messages began to filter into the Omega’s holobox’s, the thoughts of this place not being where she should be had drummed up into a roar in the back of her mind.

Of all things, she respected the commander of the dauntless. The woman seemed to have a control of any situation she walked into, whether it be in combat or outside of. Mitra wasn’t close enough to Luna by any stretch of the imagination to know why she had decided to go off on her own mission. In fact, she felt as though her invitation to come to this mysterious planet was almost an afterthought, or rather, sent to her by association only. She didn’t deserve this. She was barely an omega, barely part of any family.

Mitra almost didn’t come along. The thoughts of not belonging still played with her feelings, but there was one thing that did push her to jump onto that shuttle. The budding companionship between herself and Rook. While the taller, much more annoying phaseling did grate on her nerves….a lot, there was a connection they seemed to have. Rook seemed to understand Mitra. She was a wanderer too. An outcast. And she was also a new Omega. So while this annoying figure in her life seemed to never end her constant ribbing of Mitra, there was very few people that the vampirika respected more than her.

The view of Illyira through the viewport started to set Mitra on a more relaxed path. This was not a place of bustling cities, massive armies, but something much smaller. Adjusting the fingerless gloves a bit tighter, she pulled the shoulder strap of her backpack up a bit as well, getting ready to land at what looked to be a broken down castle. Someone else on the shuttle, a person she did not recognize, spoke up and asked if anyone had been to this place before. There was a shake of the head from the vampirika, having really only been a few places in her life before and with the dauntless. This would be new. Another new start.

By the time they landed, Rook was landing close by too. Mitra took it upon herself to quickly find herself by Rooks side, holding her sniper rifle case tightly with one hand while the other was looped into her backpack strap containing some other miscellaneous belongings and clothes. “You couldn’t have just rode with us, meathead? Had to go and show off for the marshal in your fancy new suit..” There was little venom behind her words, as the smile on her face betrayed. Whatever they were here for, she was at least glad to be standing next to rook while they did it.

 

[Luna Terrik]

H O M E​

Location: Illyira - Plainlands
Time: 1100 Hours
Dress: Can’t clean in armor
Objective: Clean – renovate – create a home
Tags: | Tyrias Aran | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tiria Reinhart | Tien Ulinesque | Typhan Berrezz |

The message that had been sent to those she trusted to work by her side had been inherently, purposefully vague. It hadn’t even named Illyira as the planet of interest, instead just a set of coordinates for them to head to. There was little to no mention of what they would be doing here, all being told of them to bring was some of their belongings, clothes and such, and weapons if they had them. Perhaps that was why most of them seemingly stepped off the shuttle, or arrived in other means, expecting to be deployed away from the broken down castle.

Everyone except for Typhan, it seemed. That man always did have a sense of style when they had off time away from their suits of armor. Luna found herself smiling lightly in his direction, truly happy that he had decided to turn up. Her smile brightened seeing most of the other Omega’s step off as well, though it did turn into a slightly confused one upon seeing a different Tiria drone than usual. It wasn’t the hivemind, but at least she was able to be here in spirit, that was enough for Luna.

The flow of questions was slowed by the raising of her hands, showing her palms toward the group that had started to gather. They certainly weren’t here for what they thought they were, but it was time that Luna tried to explain exactly why they had been invited..and why they were free to leave.

“I’m sure you all have a lot of questions about why you might be here. And it all honesty, I understand it. I was pretty vague in my message to you all. But I will not leave you in the dark any longer.” A pause, long enough for that emerald gaze of the marshal, one eye fully covered by the tan eyewrap that she had begun to use, before she continued. “What you are here for is something off the books. It is not a CIS operation, nor is it something connected to them whatsoever. You are on Illyira, under the command of myself and the Illyiran government…led by the king of this world, Adron Malvern, former exarch.”

She knew this might come as a surprise to some of those within the group. If they weren’t convinced that this would be much different than the adventures Luna had led them into before, they were certainly feeling the pressure now. “The job is this…their military is far behind the times. Far, far behind. At this point, they need leaders and those that have been on the battlefield beyond a simulation to help them. That is where we come in.” In truth, Luna had already begun this on the planet, but they didn’t need to know this. Right now all that was important was laying out for them what was going on. “You have all been brought here for your specific set of skills. Each of you posses the ability to help change this planet’s military for the better. You would stationed here, sent out to the academies to help with training, and perhaps..fighting alongside those you’ve trained.”

Another pause, just a moment, allowing Luna to raise a hand to rub her temple for a moment. “I understand what I am asking for you to do. To not only fight beside me for a cause that is completely off the books…but fight for a cause you are not attached to. Perhaps that is selfish of me,” She chewed on the inside of her lip then nodded. “It is selfish of me. And if you believe that, you may leave and we will never speak of this again. If you believe that you cannot do this as well, you can also leave. I will not hold it again you whatsoever.” Luna motioned toward the shuttles that had dropped off the commandos with a grim look on her lips, but forced a smile in the end.

“There’s more, of course…but do I have any that wish to leave now?”

 

[Tyrias Aran]

The air at the top of the loading ramp rippled before it appeared to 'collapse' in on itself to reveal a blue woman in a black leather outfit. "I am both pleased and disappointed the encryption worked so well," Tyrias called out. The Chiss slowly strode down the ramp and across the ground to join the merry band of soldiers Luna had sought to assemble. "This place would make for a scenic showdown." A slight nod to Rook's remark.

Tyrias paused and looked over at Typhan for a moment. "Don't worry, we have a jumpsuit that would fit just right." Couldn't let a good outfit go to waste, could they?

"Don't mince words, Luna." The faint smile had fallen from the Chiss' dark lips as she turned to look at those in attendance. "Illyria has a force accustomed to mild piracy being so far removed from the galaxy and consumed by its own warring Noble Houses until just a few years ago. Their infrastructure was nearly demolished -- much like this castle -- and is just getting back on its feet outside of the three major cities."

Tyrias clasped her hands behind her back. "If you stay you won't be faced with galactic warfare, but you will not be given the spa treatment either. They need good soldiers to train good soldiers so Illyria can defend itself as it makes a name for itself in galactic affairs. Luna called you here because she trusts -- if you wish to stay -- you are such a person. Do not disappoint her."

The Fleet Marshal turned private ship Captain made Assistant-Bodyguard of the Grand Marshall looked over the crowd with her solid red eyes. They could make whatever remark they liked about the 'mission' or their presence. If they turned any malice in Luna's direction, however, they'd have the woman's personal Enforcer to contend with. One that had several blades and a blaster within reach.

Tag: Luna Terrik | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tien Ulinesque | Tiria Devereaux

 

[Tiria Devereaux]

"All due respect," Tiria's eyes shifted from Luna to either side, "you did ask us here, and we showed up. Sounds like each of us has a cause worth fighting for on this world even if it isn't because we call this place home." Of course this vessel had far less cause for concern when it came to any complications regarding allegiances. Some of the others might feel more of the pinch. Though from those assembled, Tiria didn't think it would cause them to lose any sleep. Anyone that was deadset against extra-jurisdictional activity wouldn't have bothered showing up in the first place. "Long as no one's proposing insurrection, and you're offering a chance for a place to sleep and solid meals this sounds like a worthwhile opportunity."

Her gaze slid over the Chiss present before it settled on Luna again. "If you don't mind me being the one to ask, what should we call you, ma'am? Seems you're still the one in charge. Guessing they recognized good talent." Luna might not be wearing some over the top military uniform to shock and awe them -- waste of time given the current audience -- but Illyria had approached her first. Obviously she'd be the highest ranking person present. Tiria was just curious how that would break down for those that chose to stay.

Tag: Luna Terrik | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tien Ulinesque | Tyrias Aran

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Luna Terrik Mitra Fay Rook Heimdal Tien Ulinesque Tyrias Aran Tiria Devereaux Typhan Berrezz Tiria Reinhart

The A-Wing jumped out of hyperspace, overlooking the planet, and began flying towards Illyria, headed for the surface of the planet. Red sat in the cockpit, piloting the nimble, quick interceptor towards the surface. He wore his armor, with his helmet sitting at his feet. He was heavily armed, bringing a wide arsenal of weaponry. He had been told to bring clothes and weapons, and he definitely had succeeded in the weapon part.

Red had received the message just after a particularly hard ops assignment. After the mission, Red had immediately submitted his mission report, requested leave, and took off for the set of coordinates. Apparently, Red had enough leave time to last for quite a while. Huh, Red had no idea, probably because he had only taken leave once in his couple of years working for the Dauntless, so he had banked up quite a bit of leave time.

The message had come from a familiar face, one Red was extremely familiar with. Luna Terrik... Red had worked alongside her in the Dauntless for a long time, they had come to know each other quite well. Luna had come to trust in Red's abilities, and Red had come to trusting her judgement. Even though Red hadn't been in Alpha or Omega Squad, Red was still apparently one of the one's that Luna trusted.

Red had received the encoded message through a private channel. Since he wasn't in Alpha or Omega squads, the message had to be sent through a personal channel. She had reached out to him, and how could he deny her? She was one of the few people that understood his mindset, so yeah, he was practically obliged to help her. Though, he hadn't been able to reach the rendezvous point for the transports to bring those that accepted the message to the destination, since it had taken a while for his request for leave to actually get approved. So, he had to take his personal ship to the planet.

Red flew his ship down through the atmosphere, flying towards the specific location of the coordinates. Man, this planet was severely underdeveloped, there was barely any major civilizations in sight. And there was a lot of wilderness. Perfect, just the kind of place Red liked to be.

Soon, he saw his destination, an old, broken down castle. Man, this was their base of operations. It was definitely... unique, to put it lightly. It would require some major work. Red saw two other transports landing, and a suit of armor flying through the air and landing. Well, at least he wasn't late to the party exactly.

Red brought the A-wing down, landing it next to the two transports. He shut off the engines, and opened up the cockpit, breathing in the air. He stood up, grabbed his helmet, and jumped out. He saw a group of people collecting, with Luna at the center of it. Red strode over to it. While he did, his pit droid deployed from his armor. Pitt walked alongside Red, looking around at the castle around them.

"Man, this place is a dump!" Pitt exclaimed.

Red whacked the pit droid on his head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Shut up and be quiet. I know it's in ruin, I have eyes too, you know." He responded to Pitt.

The pit droid grumbled, "Well, you didn't have to hit me..." Pitt complained, but remained silent.

Red and Pitt walked over to the group. He nodded to Luna as he saw her. "Been a while, Luna. Sorry I couldn't make it on the transports, it took way too long for my leave request to actually get through." He told her.

Then, he looked around at the other members of the group. Red realized how neatly or stylishly most were dressed. Only a few others were dressed like Red, in armor and such. Red looked at his own armor. He was covered in dirt, caked mud, and blood. There were even some plants stuck to him, and there were still splotches of camo paint on his armor. He looked like he just got out of a warzone. Well, that was actually pretty accurate. He definitely looked way out of place than the others did.

Then, Luna began explaining the situation to them, and Red listened intently. Ah, it was starting to make more sense. Red had his theories of why they had been brought here, and now that Luna was explaining it to them, it was starting to make more sense. Then, Luna explained what their jobs would be here. And that would explain why Red was here. Luna knew his skills better than anyone else, so obviously she thought that he would make a good fit, and he could understand her reasoning.

Then, she asked if anyone wouldn't be comfortable with this unofficial assignment, and if any would want to leave. A Chiss woman standing next to Luna spoke up. Red recognized her as Tyrias Aran. Interesting... so she was here too. Another woman Red didn't recognize also piped up.

"This wouldn't be the first time I've done an off the books, unofficial assignment." Red said.

"Look at me, I brought enough gear to stage an assault against an entire brigade. Does it really look like I'm considering dropping out now?" He motioned at himself.

"I know I'm not going anywhere. Those Illyrian soldiers will be in shape and a considerable fighting force when I'm done with them." He told her.

 

[Luna Terrik]

H O M E​

Location: Illyira - Plainlands
Time: 1100 Hours
Dress: Can’t clean in armor
Objective: Clean – renovate – create a home
Tags: | Tyrias Aran | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tiria Reinhart | Tien Ulinesque | Typhan Berrezz | Subject 73 Red | Damsy Callat |

It was good to have Tyrias here, with her. If that wasn’t the case, and the former Dauntless commander was having to deal with this all on her own..well, it would’ve made for a much lonelier experience on a planet that already could fill one with such a feeling. Not only that, but there always seemed to be an extra power behind her words when the chiss was around. That much was evidenced by the woman stepping forward and making her own speech, one that only seemed to bolster the words that Luna had been trying to get across. The redhead stepped forward, squeezing the chiss’ shoulder as the questions started to pour forth from the group assembled.

For a moment, she was silent, looking toward the drone sent in Tiria’s place with a soft smile peaking at the edges of her lips. “Well…it doesn’t seem like grand marshall fits anymore, does it. Not exactly the marshal of anything…almost grand.” The smile weakened, slightly, as if having to articulate such a phase brought a sadness to her mind that was not there before. What to call her hadn’t actually crossed her mind, but after a few moments, her gaze turned to the full group, the sadness dropping from her smile for the time being. “Perhaps..going back to something older, more familiar would work well enough for the time being, at least until something more official comes down from the King. Captain..captain works, my friends. Or…just Luna.”

Something more official would come soon, that was for sure. Things were already in motion to help her achieve the authority she needed to begin the objective of revitalizing the military here on Illyira. For now, it was comforting to go back to something that reminded her so vividly of her past. New home, old roots. That was the way to make change much easier.

“Alrighty then,” She started, slinging one of the two bags by her feet up and onto her shoulder and starting toward what could be assumed to be the main building. Motioning for the others to follow her inside, Luna reached out and grasped onto one of the main door’s handles, throwing it open, where the sunlight began to illuminate the dark, dusty interior. “I say that we start with the main building. If we can clean out this today, then we’ll all have a place to sleep tonight at the very least, and some place to have dinner as well.” Grinning, she tossed her bag to the side of the main room, beginning to take it all in.

The main room seemed to be a large dining room of some kind, broken wooden tables shoved off to the side of the stone walls, while what looked to be what used to be benches were sat snapped in half in the middle of the room. Nothing a little…moving and repair couldn’t fix. Turning back to the group, she nodded back outside where the shuttle continued to be sat, sat alongside a number of durosteel crates. “There’s plenty of cleaning supplies already delivered, and I believe that some repair tools should also be in there somewhere. Let’s hop to it people!”

 

[Tiria Devereaux]

"Captain and Commander Terrik," Tiria echoed loud enough for the group to hear. Perhaps Illyria wasn't "Grand" in a galactic sense, but that didn't mean the troops should start calling her just Luna. Whatever else had happened, Luna Terrik was not just someone in the armed forces -- she was its head. The crown may be heavy, and it may keep the rank and file from 'shooting the breeze' but it made sure they followed orders when the time came. Especially those they didn't like or agree with.

As for the sadness in her expression... Tiria made a note to talk with Luna later. Obviously her and the Chiss were close, but how much had Tyrias lost in her lifetime? The creature that formed the nucleus of Tiria's Hive had lost everything. It had lived on a broken world for some time before Tiria Reinhart found it, and the Hive had a second member once more. There was nothing so unsettling as losing everything you knew or cared for and being forced to reevaluate your direction and the choices that led to it. Starting over could be a blessing, but it was often always a curse at first.

The pink woman followed Terrik far enough to peer into the interior revealed as she spoke. Looked like they really had been set back to the beginning. At least all four walls and the ceiling were intact. It could have been worse. Still could be if the inspection turned up a compromised framework, but one problem at a time.

"Top down." Tiria turned to look at the group. "Don't sweep or mop the floor first. We'll start with the largest room first." A common room could provide a place to eat and sleep for all of them. If time and circumstances allowed perhaps they'd clean up some dedicated sleeping areas, but otherwise they could bunk together. Hardly unusual for Dauntless soldiers. "Let's get the supplies in here before a storm moves in."

"Red, help me with this crate?" Despite this Tiria's appearance, she was stronger than she looked. Not strong enough to heft a crate on her own, but with a partner they'd get it through the doors quickly enough.

Tag: Luna Terrik | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tien Ulinesque | Typhan Berrezz | Subject 73 Red | Damsy Callat | Tyrias Aran

 

[Typhan Berrezz]

Ty smiled the sort of 'thanks, but no thanks', smile at Tyrias Aran . "I happen to like casual Benduday," he chuckled. "Don't get it oft' 'nough. Not my fault I capitalize."

A quickstep after Luna revealed the gravity of the situation. The lieutenant bit the inside of his cheek to trap in the quip boiling at the back of his throat: What sortta bargain castle did this king give you, exactly? Instead, he nodded at her order. "We gotcha, Luna." The promise of a place to eat a hopefully warm meal and then lay your head was more motivating than any other motive out there.

Like his siblings-in-arms, Tiria and Red, he made himself busy.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Luna Terrik Mitra Fay Rook Heimdal Tien Ulinesque Tyrias Aran Tiria Devereaux Typhan Berrezz Damsy Callat

When someone, a woman that seemed... strangely familiar, asked what they should call Luna, Luna seemed to be at a loss. Even she was uncertain for this. Luna replied that grand marshal didn't fit anymore. Luna seemed... saddened by this. Her smile dropped a little, an almost imperceptible, unconscious movement that not even Luna seemed aware of. It wasn't much, but that small movement gave Red some insight into her current body language and how she was feeling. She was... insecure, like she was vulnerable to something. Red didn't know what happened, but something was definitely bothering her. She did, however, seem grateful to the Tyrias woman that had gave her own speech, adding to Luna's words. Eventually, she regained her composure. Telling them that calling her captain works, or just Luna. The pink, familiar-looking woman repeated that, calling her Captain and Commander Terrik, seemingly echoing it for the whole group.

Then, Luna grabbed a bag by her feet, and started for the main building, motioning them to follow. Red and Pitt followed after her, walking along after her. Soon, the reached the door, and Luna pulled it open. Inside, it was dark and dusty. Red followed Luna inside, with Pitt close behind. The room seemed to be some sort of dining hall, with broken tables and benches broken in half strewn about. There was definitely going to need some... remodeling, to say the least. Red set his helmet down on one of the tables, still looking around.

"I was right, this place is a dump." Pitt said, the little droid's voice echoing in the empty room.

Red smacked the pit droid on the head again, Pitt yelped from the hit. "What did we just talk about?" Red said.

"Yeah, yeah, you said, 'Shut up and be quiet'." The little droid said, giving a pretty good impression of Red's voice.

"Well obviously it didn't get through that dense, hollow, metal head of yours!" Red scolded him.

Pitt muttered something unintelligible quietly, but thankfully decided to stay quiet. Then, Luna turned to the group, throwing her bag to the wall, and grinning.

“I say that we start with the main building. If we can clean out this today, then we’ll all have a place to sleep tonight at the very least, and some place to have dinner as well.”

Red shrugged. "Meh, even right now, in ruin, this place is better than some sleeping arrangements I've had. Let me tell you, you do not want to have to sleep on Felucia." He said.

Pitt gave a small shudder. "Anything is better than Felucia..." The little droid affirmed.

Then, Luna nodded at the outside. Red turned, and saw some crates.

“There’s plenty of cleaning supplies already delivered, and I believe that some repair tools should also be in there somewhere. Let’s hop to it people!”

From her, the pink, vaguely-familiar woman seemingly took charge. Telling them to not sweep or mop the floors first, and to start with the largest room first. Then, she said that they should get the supplies inside before a storm moved in.

Red walked back outside, towards the shuttle with a number of cargo crates, with Pitt hurrying along behind him. Approaching one of the crates, Red kneeled down and opened it, checking the contents. Inside were cleaning supplies, and repair tools. Just as he put the lid back on, the pink woman called him.

"Red, help me with this crate?"

"Sure." He replied, standing up and walking over to her. Hold on... how did she know his name? He didn't even know who she was, and yet she already knew his name and everything. So they had met before. But then... why didn't he remember her? He was very good at remembering people and their names, so why couldn't he remember who she was if she was already familiar with him?

Red reached down, grabbed the crate, and helped her lift it, their combined strength lifting the crate with ease. Red then helped her carry it inside the castle.

As they walked along, carrying the crate, Red looked at her. "Have we met before? Sorry, but I just feel like I have, and yet... I have no memory of who you are. And you even already knew what my name was, so we're obviously familiar with each other, but I can't for the life of me remember who you are." Red asked her.

Once they brought it inside, Red set the crate down. Opening it, he saw that inside the crate there were repair tools and equipment that could be set up. Red scanned through the items. These would be used to set up things like power, water, communications, and such. Excellent. Red grabbed a couple of the repair tools and put them onto his utility belt. He also grabbed some of the repair materials like wires, electrical components, and a small-to-medium sized generator. He handed the generator off to Pitt. Despite the droid being so small, he held it easily, since Pit droids could hold things far beyond their own size and weight. Small in size, but big in power. Red then grabbed his helmet, and put it on.

"Alright, I'll go figure out the power situation here. I'll see what I can do about it, and try to at least get some power going, at least enough for long-range communications and lights." He told them. Then, activating the night vision view for his visor, he headed further into the darkness of the castle. Pitt activated the light built into his eye, and followed after Red, carrying the small generator.

Hopefully, with a bit of luck, he could have the power back on relatively. If not, it may be a while before he actually got power online and functional. If he didn't have the power on at least by night, things would get very dark before they knew it.

 

[Tyrias Aran]

Most couldn't tell when a Chiss was looking at them unless the blue-skinned person squared their face with another's, but Tyrias' red eyes did shift over toward Red when he spoke up. "I expect you will." Affirmation and expectation. The latter was dangerous for those with personal exposure with a Chiss. They were perfectionists by upbringing and didn't accept failure. Of course they weren't perfect, and failure was an opportunity to learn, but that didn't mean they were raised that it was 'great' or 'wonderful' or 'understandable.' It was a culture trapped between idealism and reality.

Tyrias' head did turn slightly so that she could look back at Luna at the other woman's shoulder squeeze. A small smile curled the corners of her dark blue lips upward.

The shadow of mirth melted at Luna's words about her title though. 'Grand' was subjective. Though a title was an empty vessel that carried weight only if the one wearing it filled it with meaning. Tyrias would like to think even if the military force had diminished in prestige or scope that their band of Dauntless was perfectly capable of warranting a 'Grand' Marshall nonetheless. You didn't need to rule the galaxy to be worth remembering.

With Luna being in charge -- even if they weren't in uniform -- Tyrias didn't continue the pep talk as it was evident now was time to move. She reached down to grab the second bag that Luna hadn't. Time to find out what kind of 'base' they'd been provided.

When everyone had their chance to bite their tongue or wave it around for all to hear, Tyrias set the other bag next to Luna's. With people already getting to work, the blue woman decided what she was going to do next. "I'll scout the interior while they secure the supplies. If you hear any death rattles, it'll be me slaughtering any beasts that might be in here with us." Chiss weren't humorless people, they were just extremely dutiful.

Tag: Luna Terrik | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tien Ulinesque | Tiria Devereaux | Subject 73 Red | Typhan Berrezz

 

[Tiria Devereaux]

Tiria looked across the crate over at Red as he asked if they'd met before. As often as she feigned being separate people sometimes something could slip out of the wrong vessel's mouth. A reference or tidbit of information, which would then need some explanation. Being of a Hive mind was nothing like sitting in front of a bunch of monitors and choosing which one you interacted with. They weren't outside of the system -- they were the system.

On the other hand, they weren't in the Confederacy any more. Nothing said these Dauntless had to be Force-free. There wasn't some Force-minded collective eager to ensure 'proper' training or utilization of talent. Though there could still be a measure of pride and identity that wouldn't appreciate someone with 'magic powers' being among them.

"My name is Tiria Devereaux. You probably worked with my sister, Tiria Reinhart." Not that the two of them looked remotely identical. They weren't even the same genetic species -- or share any genetics in common. "I've heard a lot about you. She couldn't relocate, but we wanted to support the Grand Marshall's initiative." A smile easily spread over her pink lips.

Once they got the crate inside, Red opened it up to reveal the heavy equipment inside. Her bright eyes lifted to regard the man as he set to work gathering and doling out items. "If you need any assistance, radio and I'll be there." Tiria looked out over the interior of the room they occupied. "I'll help start the cleaning so there'll be a place to eat once we're both finished." Power and a clean table went a long way to avoiding the fate of field rations in dusty squalor.

"Let me know if you need to talk." A quick glance down at the droid and Tiria smiled again. Yes the bot was chatty, and probably more than a mindless tool, but it still lacked social experience. There were things droids didn't understand. Well, it was an offer, anyway.

When Red left, her eyes slid over to Typhan next. Just Luna indeed. This was an unprecedented situation, but it wouldn't do to let discipline fall apart. When things were most difficult was when tradition needed to be adhered to the most. Then again, they didn't have a rank structure setup yet either. "I'll get the cleaning supplies. Examine the furniture in here and find the best pieces so we can reassemble them?" Perhaps they'd chat while they worked in here as well.

Tag: Luna Terrik | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tien Ulinesque | Tyrias Aran | Subject 73 Red | Typhan Berrezz

 

[Luna Terrik]

H O M E​

Location: Illyira - Plainlands
Time: 1100 Hours
Dress: Can’t clean in armor, Tactical Recon Handgun
Objective: Clean – renovate – create a home
Tags: | Tyrias Aran | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tiria Reinhart | Tien Ulinesque | Typhan Berrezz | Subject 73 Red |

Heh, it seemed that there was already some controversy on just how to address her. For now, it didn’t matter too much to her. It wasn’t like she was dressed up to the officer’s nines, or all strapped up in her armor ready to storm the nearest enemy beach. Right now…she was just someone trying to establish a new home for her and the people she cared most about. Maybe now they would a place in this galaxy…..if they could get the water running first, of course. Perhaps the electricity too, if red could find a way to replace those old, corroded wires.

The interior of the castle was slowly starting to come alive with the group of commandos moving supply crates, bags, and other essentials into it’s darkened interior. While the others continued to lug the heavier pieces into the room, Luna set about moving throughout, lighting lanterns that brought light into the dark corners. It was as dusty as one could’ve thought a place abandoned for years might be. At least their weren’t too many cobwebs left, and with some time and elbow grease, this room would be a perfect place for them to eat and enjoy their time together reminiscing about better times.

She was just lighting the last lantern when her blue companion walked up to her, prompting her to look over as she described what she would be doing while the rest cleaned and moved supplies inside. Nodding slowly, Luna looked over to the rest of them, seeing them all go about what they had decided looked to be the best way to get things running. It actually seemed as though she was one of the only ones that didn’t really have a job at the moment.

Well, better to get busy than just keep standing around, lighting lanterns.

Picking up the last lantern she had lit, Luna started over to where she had laid down her bag and began to rummage through it. Eventually she came up with a holstered pistol, strapping it to her thigh with a grin in Tyrias’ direction. “well, if you’ll have me, I feel like joining you in cleansing of this building. It would at least give everyone a good night’s sleep to know that they wouldn’t get attacked while trying to catch some sleep.” Motioning with the lantern, luna started toward the exit into the deeper part of the room, ready to face whatever animals might’ve decided their castle was a good place to make a home.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Luna Terrik Tiria Devereaux Tyrias Aran Typhan Berrezz Mitra Fay Rook Heimdal

Red listened to the pink woman as she explained. She said that her name was Tiria Devereaux, and that she had heard a lot about Red from her sister that Red worked with, Tiria Reinhart. Now Red did recognize that name. Red had worked with her in the past. So that explained how she knew him... but this was her sister? They didn't look anything alike. Was one of them adopted or something? Red honestly didn't know a lot about Tiria Reinhart or where she even came from, so he really had no clue. "Yes, I've worked with her before. I never knew she even had a sister, to be honest." Red admitted.

"If you need any assistance, radio and I'll be there." Tiria looked out over the interior of the room they occupied. "I'll help start the cleaning so there'll be a place to eat once we're both finished."

Red nodded. "If something comes up, I'll be sure to radio in. Of course, look at me, I'm ready to take on an entire army, I doubt much could happen to me." He told her. "As for cleaning, I'd be wary if I were you. I think some rats have tunneled into the walls. I can sense quite a lot of them close by. He warned her.

Then, he took off down the dark hallways, the night vision on his visor helping him to see through the dark. Pitt's light built into his eye illuminated the hallways. Red carefully made his way through the now illuminated hallways. Ahead of him, he saw two rats the size of his feet run past him into a different hallway. Nearby, he could see two rats fighting over what looked like a dead bird.

"Ew..." Pitt said.

They continued down the dark hallways, turning around corners and walking down the long hallways. Eventually, Red came to a door with some exposed wires peaking out of it. When he tried to open it, the door was stuck. Red slammed his shoulder into the door, and it flung open. Looking inside, he could see old, exposed wires, dusty and broken down machines and consoles, and a rusted generator. Red sighed at the look of it all. "We've got some work ahead of us." He said.

Red and Pitt walked inside, stepping over the old wires and broken machinery, and got to work.

 

[Tyrias Aran]

Tyrias watched as Luna retrieved a sidearm from her bag. The Chiss' red eyes tracked the woman's every move. Analyzing a situation or people was something that came naturally given her upbringing -- or nearly complete upbringing. Really the weight of every soul on board of a ship was enough to instill a strong sense of responsibility all on its own. Unique... benefit to women like herself given other worldly powers for a time. Shame it wasn't a lifetime talent. The Hegemony would easily conquer the galaxy if it wasn't such a rare and short-lived gift.

A small smile crossed her lips. Tyrias leaned in closer in order to lower her voice, "If you think you can keep up, 'Just Luna.'" A playful challenge, but not one she wanted the rest to hear. It'd send the wrong signal.

With Luna's direction, the blue woman strode off into the castle with her partner by her side.

Once they were well out of earshot of the main room, a red eye shifted in Luna's direction. "Illyria has provided a suitable -- if underwhelming -- base of operations in exchange for expertise. Despite certain circumstances," of which the Chiss wouldn't voice aloud even assuming they were alone, "however, I don't expect you came all the way out here to retire. You have something else in mind for the Dauntless, don't you?" A soft grunt of amusement followed. "Despite the humble beginning, whatever the plan is I won't turn away. I hope you'll keep your strategic officer appraised." Chauffeur, bodyguard, and strategic officer that was Tyrias for Luna. And personal assassin, but best to leave that off the public resume. People got the wrong impression.

A flick of her hand and a sharp, short shriek of a rat's death filled the hallway. Tyrias sighed softly as the lantern quickly illuminated the full shape and size of the rodent with her knife that now skewered it. It was better being aboard a ship. You didn't have rodents scurrying about. Not a properly conducted vessel at any -- there were people out there oblivious to such filth. Now here they were on a planet forced to contend with it.

"Do you have a map of this castle already?" Wouldn't hurt to ask. Might help plan their route to reduce inefficiency; otherwise Tyrias would just make a mental map and at least the rest wouldn't have to amble about blindly for long.

Tag: Luna Terrik

 

[Luna Terrik]

H O M E​

Location: Illyira - Plainlands
Time: 1100 Hours
Dress: Can’t clean in armor
Objective: Clean – renovate – create a home
Tags: | Tyrias Aran | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tiria Reinhart | Tien Ulinesque | Typhan Berrezz | Subject 73 Red |

Tyrias was observant. Really, truly observant. More so than even Luna realized most of the time. It wasn’t just the physical that the blue woman was able to keep an eye on, either, but she seemed to be able to pick Luna apart piece by piece. She knew how to put her on the spot, understood what questions to ask. Perhaps it was a chiss thing, to be so observant of their surroundings. Or maybe, just maybe, Tyrias cared enough about Luna’s health and safety to be watching her so closely.

Regardless of why she was so observant of the redhead, the fact remained that she hit the nail on the head yet again when asking just why they we’re here. A long sigh pulled itself from her throat, and after throwing a cautionary glance backward down the darkened hallway to make sure they hadn’t been followed, her attention turned fully to the alien, who’s skinned seemed to almost mold into the hallway devoid of light. “well, Tyrias, I’m plenty old enough to retire at this point. And it isn’t like I’ve come out of the past fifteen years unscared.” Pausing, just long enough to reach up and run a finger over the outside of the eyepatch securely fastened to the side of the her head, she continued with a slow sigh.

“Regardless, no, retirement isn’t an option. I wouldn’t be pulling us together if that was the case. I rather…I think we can still do good in the galaxy. Even if it isn’t under a flag that willingly abandoned us, anymore.” Verbalizing such a thing send a pain through Luna’s chest, the pain of having to go to Dantooine, fighting for a cause they believed in with symbols on their pauldron’s that no longer represented them. Death that could’ve been avoided if only the help that was requested actually came. Q’aria..

Just because she was observant, and a good friend, didn’t keep Luna from being reminded just how deadly of a woman stood beside her. The light that illuminated the skewed body seemed to dance on the blood of the rat as it slowly spread. While Tyrias retrieved her knife, Luna made her way to stand beside her, reaching down to squeeze the woman’s shoulder. “I’ll keep you in the loop, I promise. I’ve already got feelers out there, trying to find if there’s work for us. Cara Dorniarn , Telis Taharin-Zambrano , and Ingrid L'lerim all have received comms in the past few days, seeing if they would like to..talk.” Shrugging, Luna wasn’t sure if anything would come out of it for the dauntless, but it couldn’t hurt to at least see and try.

As the blue skinned woman stood, she handed her a small devise that showed a layout of the castle itself. The hallway they were in now split ahead, essentially running around the outside of the main room they just came from. On either side, there was a staircase to the second level…a place that Luna had most certainly not cleared out yet.

 

[Tiria Devereaux]

"She's not very open about her personal life," Tiria replied with a smile afterward. They might be the same 'person' but that didn't mean different vessels couldn't have a little of their own character. It would be a little too obvious something had taken ownership of the vessel's mind if they started acting all alike. Though it was hard to stray too far from their 'core' -- that would be straying into genuine multiple personality disorder. Was such a thing possible in a Hive mind? Best not to find out.

"Rats?" She regarded him with her pink eyes for a moment. "You're going to need something closer to a Kryat Dragon to throw me off, Red. If you find one of those, let me know. Between screams." There was no shame in a seasoned warrior giving a 'war cry' in the middle of trying not to be eaten alive by a dragon.

As Red walked away, she turned to regard one of the walls for a moment. "Rats. Looks like we won't be stocking the shelves any time soon." Keep the perishables in sealed containers until they could flush the vermin out. Not that Tiria minded them. She'd endured worse.

Didn't look forward to falling into a pit of them, however.

With much to do and both Luna and Tyrias slipping away, Tiria turned and grabbed a pole to begin knocking down dirt and webs from on high.

Tags: Luna Terrik | Mitra Fay | Rook Heimdal | Tien Ulinesque | Tyrias Aran | Subject 73 Red | Typhan Berrezz