Strength Through Joy [FO Dominion of Trenwyth Hex]

[Komo]

Objective 2a - Deliver pro-First Order propaganda leaflets over key local settlements on Tel'erra
TIE Fighter Hangar Bay, Resurgent-class Star Destroyer Concordia - [Post 1]

The two hours have come and gone since Colonel [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]'s initial briefing on her squadron's mission to deliver propaganda's leaflets onto the native villagers before. These villages were to be indoctrinated or rather, more pleasantly put, educated into the benefits of how and why it was so good that they were now under the care and protection of the First Order. There was no expected hostility so this was a simple drop and deliver mission without much action at all. Greta took on this mission with pride, as she believed that the more people than believed in the glorious nation that was the First Order, the better.

Fully suited up in her raven black flight suit and her helmet under one arm, Greta took a rather leisurely stroll into the hangar bay, after all she was still on schedule and had a couple of minutes to spare before it was go time. Along the way, her eyes landed upon the sight of a familiar figure, the injured crutches form of [member="Pierce Fortan III"]. Approaching him from behind, she gave him an unexpected back hug, totally glad to see him again after the disaster that was the battle of Omega. She had truly thought that was the end of the great Pierce Fortan then, and she could never see the likes of his bespectacled smoking self again. "Well, look who it is! Pierce, it's fabulous to see you here! I thought you were a goner for sure!" Realising that [member="Daxin Novari"] was right in front of her, she flushed and released her grip on him. "Daxin, I hope my squadron's good to go? We have a mission to complete!"

 

[Perth Levov]

Annaj had swamps. And plenty of them – Perth knew this as she was currently in one. The fog was no better here and she’d struggled to land, exiting a dense layer of fog to be immediately thrust into a tree canopy. But she’d managed to land near where she believed the wrecked ship she was searching for in one piece. The good news was that the medium freighter she was piloting was battered and bruised already – and a few more dents made little difference.

She checked the vicinity from the safety of her cockpit. Despite the fog – which had become denser since she’d landed – the atmosphere was breathable. The temperature was acceptable, and the fog ensured there was only a limited variation between day and night. The latter of which was rapidly approaching as the light was fading quite fast now.

She checked her notebook one more time for Force related items and then cross-referenced it with all known records of the planet – and more specifically the historic Imperial presence. It had once upon a time been a staging area for the Imperial Navy – and had grown in importance during the construction of the second Death Star. But the period she was most focused on was immediately after the death of Emperor Palpatine at the Battle of Endor. Records showed that the Imperial fleet had retreated here, regrouping and repairing. And a further cross referenced showed that not all ships that arrived here had left. And by a process of elimination, she was aware of a number of significant artefacts that arrived on the planet with the fleet, but disappeared from the public arena. Some would have fallen into private hands no doubt – so she’d checked the invisible market. But others would have been destroyed or lost. So she was locating ships and searching them methodically, looking for anything of note.

She'd lost the day, she concluded, but maybe she could get a head start on the next one. She closed her eyes and meditated – keen to be as rested as possible for an early start the following dawn.

 

[Dr Kristoph Morley]

Post 1
Location: Tel'erra
Objective 2: Provide medicinal aid to the tribes of Tel’erra

On the advice of a fellow spacer at Alzoc III, Kristoph took on a simple goodwill and medical delivery job as a freelancer working under the command of Colonel @Roderick von Brinkerhoff. Due to the small size of his ship, he elected to carry smaller medical supplies; antibiotics, biologic drugs and sterilizing solutions. On the orders of the hangar crew Kristoph, began his run. This kind of work was routine to him now, except that the First Order were far more willing to pay a lump sum than vagrants on Tatooine were and it might lead to a more permanent position.

There was a degree of turbulence on the way down to the settlement, but the venerable craft was built to easily withstand this kind of conditions. At this point it was the language barrier that worried Kristoph the most. He spoke fluent basic and Huttese, but he doubted that the tribes here would speak either. For safety he made sure his blaster was holstered.

He opened a channel on wide band
"Medical transport requesting vectors to a landing zone."

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Annaj, marsh
Objective: 5


Only bright daylight coming from the outside through the almost submerged doorframe allowed Veles to see through gloomy shadows and darkness that swallowed him upon entry. No matter – the Mon Cal’s enhanced eyesight faced no trouble when dealing with dim-lit environments. Stale and noticeably colder air settled upon the Sith Lord’s moist skin and entered his nostrils, eyes darting over a hopeless mess that might have played the role of living quarters long ago. Now abandoned and deserted, possibly ransacked and occasionally inhabited by roaming animals, nothing of interest remained inside this depressing memorial. Nothing the Sith Lord could take with him, anyway. First blades of resignation stabbed him in the chest, mixing with salty disappointment.

Veles’ amber gaze scanned the small, circular room modelled by surrounding walls of metal, reinforced and built to last. Unlike the tower’s foundations, already broken by nature’s aggressive attacks to reclaim the land, evidenced by large cracks cutting the floor in half and letting in swamp water. Finally stepping out of the muck, Veles paced over the slippery, unnaturally tilted ground, careful in approach.

One particular shape by the wall had caught his attention, demanding a thorough investigation. Staring right back at the Imperial, an ancient computer console bearing the same design commonly used during Darth Sidious’ reign silently awaited rescue. Still like a statue, it dared those who came close to try and uncover its contents. Judging by its uncovered terminal that displayed strong signs of tampering, others have tried. Even Veles could not get in – not without power and appropriate rank cylinder to gain access. His hand reached out and wiped away centuries-old filth, touching the console - but no, it was long retired, monitor showing black emptiness. Shame.

Driven by unwillingness to retreat with empty hands, the Sith concentrated and applied invisible power upon the frame’s cover panel. It moaned, screamed, bent, yet ultimately surrendered to old age and his telekinetic pressure. A loud crack filled the room for a moment, sending the beasts still waiting for their prey running scared. Looking inside the broken console, Veles let out a satisfied sigh, finding his prize and seizing it, dark hunger sparking in both bulbous orbs. Still residing within, an old datacard proudly presented itself. With holy reverence, the Sith Lord pocketed the small object, treating it with great care. Perhaps the old and irrelevant logs shedding light upon Annaj's Imperial presence after Darth Sidious’ demise no longer held value in the galaxy, it was still a treasured piece of the past in the Imperial’s large eyes.

His people’s past.

Something odd shifted the endless currents of the Force as a large, complicated presence entered his awareness. First one, then two when the Sith extended his awareness. Veles stopped in motion and listened carefully. Nothing but buzzing of stinging insects. For a moment, his intentions pointed towards climbing up the watch tower and utilizing its original purpose, but the ladder’s rusty and weathered appearance strongly advised against it, threatening to fall apart the moment someone as much as touched it. As if to confirm his thoughts, the tower let out a groan, its proud and reinforced construction tired of denying the swamp’s power.

One well-practiced motion he had done thousands of times and the intimately familiar curved shape of a lightsaber obediently jumped into his open palm. Wary and bending soundwaves to move in complete silence, Veles stepped back into the repugnantly tepid, black sludge. With the sunlight dying rapidly, night's creeping approach about to happen any second, he pushed through the bog’s treacherous depths before reaching a mass of semi-solid land that offered enough support to stand upon, as required by Makashi. From there, pressed against a moss-covered tree trunk, the Sith spied on two armed sentients, humanoid in shape and almost perfectly concealed by the dense fog. Yet to spot their stalker, both traversed the marsh in search of something, someone.

Hunting.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 3
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Saffron"] [member="Mir Nehrahn"]

Ludolf smiled at Saffron's greeting, about as warm an expression as one might expect from the new Supreme Commander. He was not a man known for his emotional warmth, but when dealing with outside contractors, Vaas knew how to put on a congenial expression. It didn't hurt that Saffron was easy on the eyes as well, but Ludolf would keep that sentiment tucked far away from the business meeting today.

"I'm afraid I will need that translator," Ludolf said, in regard to Mir, to whom he inclined his head respectfully. He had no experience dealing with Ithorians, and thus could not understand their language. "Nevertheless, I welcome you both to Trenwyth."

Supreme Commander Vaas turned, his long jacket billowing in the wind behind him, an implicit invitation for the two scientists to follow him. Assuming they were by his side, he began speaking.

"The First Order wishes to turn Trenwyth into a biological museum world. A planet-wide preserve for some of the galaxy's endangered species, and a place for our citizenry to come to enjoy nature. As you can imagine, this will require a number of different ecological habitats. The goal is to recreate the habitats of as many of these creatures as possible to allow them to live here in the wild, as they would in their natural environments. Thus we have imported both predators, and prey."

Overhead, another dropship soared, its repulsor engines blowing wind into the faces of Ludolf and the two scientists. Shielding his eyes, Vaas watched as the dropship touched down and lowered its doors ahead. Then, its cargo became apparent; it was bringing in a herd of banthas. Vaas smiled at Saffron and Mir. The banthas were to be used for a special purpose, which Vaas would reveal shortly.

"We have spared no expense," He continued. "We will also potentially need any terraforming services you can offer, in order to allow non-native plants to grow here on Trenwyth in order to feed some of the animals."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 6

Pierce suddenly found himself enveloped in an embrace from behind,and the dulcet tones of Captain [member="Greta Kohler"] greeted him. He half-turned his head, grinning like a fool. "Tally ho, Kohler -- I mean, Greta. Golly, if I knew you'd maul me like that I'd have been shot down ages ago. What's the anguish of a compound fracture next to the delight of your embrace?" When she released him Pierce turned and touched his forehead as if to doff the cap he wasn't wearing. "You know, I had the same thought," he said pleasantly.

He paused a moment and turned back to [member="Daxin Novari"]. "Do you see what he's doing to your ships? Look at that boxy monstrosity. These ships are supposed to be sleek and graceful -- not unlike yourself," Pierce cast a smirk over at Greta. "It's like putting a prima ballerina in snow shoes!" He shook his head, tsking all the way.

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Objective: 10
Location: Imhalyan - Floripida
Post: 4

Marzena had been told that the people of Imhalyan were peaceful; they adored the simple things in life. There was a special place in their culture for song, singing and dancing were prized skills in their society. As such, she received a very warm welcome upon returning to the hotel. It seemed that she would fit in well here, even if her music was far from the folk style that the Imhalyans so dearly loved.

The pop star and her assistant entered the dressing room, leaving a trail of staff members in their wake. Marzena also knew that the people here were not fans of being flashy, so her stage outfit for the day was somewhat modest and not overly bedazzled. Today, she would take to the stage quite unadorned, her diamond engagement ring the only item of jewelry to speak of. While Marzena set about perfecting her makeup, Bonnie swept her dark waves into a simple up-do.

“You’re on in fifteen minutes, Ms. Choi.”

Bonnie cracked the door open to say that Marzena would be ready, and then helped the songstress into her dress. The outfit was strapless, the hem swept against the top of her knees. It might have even looked a bit plain and boring, but she was neither plain nor boring, so it worked. The silhouette had just the right amount of flow, without giving the impression that she was swimming in excess fabric. And when she looked in the mirror, she couldn’t even tell that she was pregnant. Bonnie noticed too, but bit her lip to keep from commenting. It would not do her any favors to upset the star before she went backstage.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Tel'erra, Central Deployment Site​

In Vicinity/Affected:​

[member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | @First Order Government​

Objective(s):​

Objective 2: Provide medicinal aid to the tribes of Tel’erra​

Objective 3: Make contact with the tribal leaders of Tel’erra​

and ensure the First Order earns their trust.​

Post: 4 / 38​

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He'd barely stepped off the boarding ramp when a loud chime sounded from his pocket. Retrieving the comm device from his pocket, Nathaniel flipped open the screen, activating the voice-link.

"Mr. Barrett, I've arrived on Tel'Erra, where would you like to meet?"​

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Ah, that would be the voice of Valessia Brentioch. Nate had shared correspondence in the past about several minor diplomatic and political issues but today they'd get the chance to meet in person. It seemed she had arrived on Tel'erra as well, no doubt to contribute as best she could to the humanitarian efforts even now being made in support of the local population. Taking a quick breath he replied into the communicator.

"Good to hear you made it safely. I've just landed myself, no doubt you can see the large fin on my ship?" He chuckled. It would be hard to miss, the almost fish-like craft's dorsal fin jutting high into the sky. "I've got a load of toys here somewhere..." He looked over his shoulder, locating the large repulsor-sled with the crates of toys they'd run a drive for back on Riflor. "...How about near the Pediatrics secion? Looks like it is near the center. Will that work for you?"

Truthfully, the Commissioner wasn't exactly sure what he could do to help but he was here to provide a welcoming face to the First Order. He smiled as he began making his way towards where the data he'd looked at earlier specified the "Pediatrics" tent. He checked back periodically to ensure the repulsor-sled and his secretary were following. It had been one of his personal projects, urging the people to donate toys for the children of Tel'erra. It was also a slick way to get people to write off things on their taxes. It had gained him a bit of favor in the public eye in New Advora, he hoped it would sit well with the locals as well, the entire idea was to show that the First Order was not war-hungry but instead was interested in creating a more stable climate for growth, education, and life.

Looking around the camp he was impressed, it was quite sizable and had been set up faster than he would have expected. Then again, he wasn't terribly familiar with the military side of the First Order. His eyes tracked the First Order walkers as their gray masses caused the ground to shake with their movement. The hydraulic hissing and whining could be heard as the engines grated. To meet one of those on the battlefield? It must be truly terrifying, thought Nate. As they got closer to their destination, Nate began looking for the brunette woman. He'd seen a few pictures of her in official releases so he had a general idea of what to look for but as of yet he hadn't seen her. Motioning for the sled to take up a position next to the pediatrics tent and begin preparing for children to arrive, setting up tables and getting the toys ready to be distributed.

Well, the work wasn't going to do itself, and after a few moments Nate slid off his suit coat, slipping it on the back of a nearby folding chair. Casually rolling up his sleeves he began helping his assistants and volunteers unload the crates and toys from the sled. If nothing else he was a man of the people first, willing to throw in when it was required and sometimes even when it wasn't.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 7/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Build orbital shipyards

"Roger, Captain Isauros"

"That seems consistent with our assessment: there is damage on the FIV Excubitore but not much"

"As a token of gratitude, would you like some better communications equipment? Medical assistance?"

"If I'm not mistaken, Imperator-Xs have enough medical equipment for the damage they sustained"

Even though the perpetrators were detained for questioning, Dunames was to continue using the tugs supplied by Iron Crown Enterprises; her Light Side Sith self (even though she cannot use the Force - she was called a Sith Ace once as a joke though) would rather stay here and earn Iron Crown Enterprises' gratitude for having carried the components Star Tours was about to do. Captain Isauros and his ship, the FIV Excubitore, was to ensure the inner security of the shipyard construction site - and everyone knows how critical a target that is for a group like the Resistance of old. But Dunames had mostly heavy weaponry onboard that would prove impractical to defend against everyday pirates and groups that operate like the Resistance. Nevertheless tugs tirelessly carry components out of the ventral hangar and into the cold void of space; Dunames observes the spectacle of the components being assembled into place by droids and other construction workers in environmental suits.

 

[Progflaw99]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmEwuZGu74M​

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Location: TIE Hangar, Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, Concordia​

In Vicinity/Affected:​

[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | @First Order Military | @100th SFC​

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Objective(s):​

Objective 2b - Escort medical transports to and from local population centers on Tel'erra​

Post: 5/38​

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The 100th Starfighter Squadron had been through a lot over the last few months. From its creation to its deployment it had seen several conflicts, each of them adding to the character of the Squadron itself. It had grown in number despite their losses along the way, each loss paving the way for those behind. It was bittersweet as Nils reminisced, his eyes tracing down the rows of TIE fighters. Breathing deeply his feet took him down the length of the hangar, somber thoughts of their journey from a flight, to a squadron; now they were a wing. The interceptor pilot's thoughts fell back on their most recent encounter, the Omega. It had been a sobering experience for the young pilot, he'd commanded his own squadron of fighters during the conflict. At first it had seemed as if it was any other flight with a few more friendly's to account for, how hard could that be? Being honest with himself, he'd not really noticed much of a difference all in all till after the battle was over and he had to account for losses.

There was something to be said for the ignorant bliss of being a general pilot, not having to lead. Nils had hand written each of those letters, each flowing character on the pages tugging at his soul. It had been declared a victory and by all accounts it really was, but Nils had lost a small part of himself that day. He'd seeing it before, Squadron leaders seemed to have this invisible burden placed upon their shoulders, something deeper than just the burden of command. Now he partially understood that burden. Taking a deep breath as he passed an interceptor his eyes hung for a moment. It was one of the newer models, the TIE/In. He longed for the solitude of space, it was a shame he had places to be, he could use a long solo flight. Voices farther on ahead brought him back to reality.

He was closer now, the figures of the entangled Greta and Pierce separating. A smirk crossed his features. That was one good bit of news they'd gotten after the Omega crisis. Pierce Fortan III had gone MIA for a short time, assumed KIA. Nils himself had seen the wreckage after the engagement, it was a wonder his fellow pilot had survived. It hadn't been easy, the injuries his friend had sustained were not insignificant but the joy he'd felt when it was announced that he'd been recovered, battered but safe, was a shared sentiment with the rest of the wing. As he approached now he caught the tail end of the conversation going on. He was headed towards his assigned craft for the mission, an escort only mission. As such he'd once more been assigned to a TIE/sf, the general purpose starfighter of the First Order. Helmet in hand, he chimed in as he approached from behind.

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"It's like putting a prima ballerina in snow shoes!" ​

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"Hey there Pierce, I'll have you know, snowshoes can be quite flattering in the right conditions." He winked as a sly grin spread across his face. "Though I have to admit that if they'd told me they were going to strap one of those things to one of my interceptors, I'd have a right tiff."

Nodding to the pair of troublemakers and the Tech working on installing the leaflet dispensers he gestured at Pierce.

"So you broke out of the infirmary eh? Good to see you up and about, we've all been rooting for you."

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He checked his chrono quick. He had a few minutes before he probably should head off, and it was good to see some of his older pilot friends. With the rapid expansion of the starfighter command he didn't get to fly with or see them nearly as much as he'd have liked. Thinking on their friend and superior Roderik, he imagined he felt much the same.

 

[Greifen Ren]

Post: 4
Objective: Misc. [Negotiate the annexation of Conglomerate Prime]
Allies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

The dark First Order shuttle touched down on the landing pad attached to Celtive Station in the atmosphere above Conglomerate Prime. This was not the surface of the planet; that was far below, and parts of it were uninhabitable by sentient life. Those areas had long ago been taken over by mechanical monstrosities called the Droizers, ancient droids who had once turned on their former masters and now patrolled the surface of the planet as a rogue force, as wandering soulless robots.

Technology run amok, Greifen Ren thought. An abomination in the Force that needed to be dealt with.

The Knight of Ren stepped out of the shuttle as the ramp lowered, his body clad in traditional black robes, the black cowl of his cloak masking most of his face. He was here to meet with the leader of the Trade Conglomerate and assure the planet's successful integration into First Order space. Greifen wasn't sure what to expect from these people, or why he specifically had been chosen for this task, but the Force guided men in strange ways. The God Emperor saw everything from beyond the netherworld, and his influence still lingered in ripples of the Force. The Dark Side had brought him here for a special purpose today. He just needed to figure out what that was.

Greifen waited patiently on the landing pad as little more than a figure in black, ready to meet with the head of the Trade Conglomerate.

 

[Garett Van]

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Location: Tel'erra, Central Deployment Site​

In Vicinity/Affected:​

Rolf Amselhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/11879-rolf-amsel/ | Sentirihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8925-sentiri/ | Valessia Brentioch | @First Order Military | @First Order Government​

Objective(s):​

Objective 2: Provide medicinal aid to the tribes of Tel’erra​

Objective 3: Make contact with the tribal leaders of Tel’erra​

and ensure the First Order earns their trust.​

Post: 3​

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Garett, couldn't get out of his mind what that nod could have meant. It could have been nothing, it could have been something, but he knew one thing he should report it just in case. At the same time though he didn't want to because if it was nothing he could start an incident that might turn to full out rebellion or worse war. He shrugged and then made a motion to his gunner to keep up the work with the children. Garett stepped away for a moment, pulled out his comlink and called out to the FOSB​

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"This is Lieutenant Garett Van of the First Order's 242nd Armored Battalion, to any member of the Security Bureau in the area. I want to report suspicious activity in the area of the medical camp. One of the parents seemed to be a little too interested in our technology and how things worked. I just want to report this, it could be something, or it could be nothing. I'll ere on the side of nothing cause she was with her daughter but still wanted to make sure everyone knew about it."​

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Garett, felt kind of bad reporting that in since the woman seemed so nice but if history means anything, it shows that people can be deceiving. After that he returned to his walker, only to see chaos.​

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"PRIVATE WHAT THE.....FU....IN THE GALAXY IS GOING ON!"​

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"I'm sorry Sir, she just collapsed. She was fine one moment then had a coughing fit and collapsed."​

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Garett, could see a child on the ground unconscious. From what he couldn't tell, it was only then he realized that the locals weren't human....but a hybrid. ​

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"CORPSMAN!! WE NEED A CORPSMAN HERE ASAP!" Garett yelled out to get the attention of any medical personnel nearby.​

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Locals start to glare and look at Garett for answers, all he could do was start his first aid training he knew which wasn't much, but he did what he could. Garett also was very reassuring and calmed the crowd, showed them that Medical personnel were on their way and everything was alright in under control. He also dispelled any belief that this was the First Order's fault. If it was one thing he knew this wasn't intentional at all.​

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"Private now tell me everything that happened, exactly how it happened."​

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"Okay, well she was trying to get down from the walker and got scared. So I tried to help her out and grabbed her. Then when I got her to the ground she just started coughing and then fainted."​

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"Are you sure that is all that happened?"​

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"Yes sir that is."​

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Garett then noticed a discoloration around an injection site, from when the girl was in the pediatrics station. At this point he new it had to be an allergy, or a reaction to the vaccine the medical staff was administering.​

 

[Sentiri]

Location: Tel'erra, on the plains of Tir'Valo
Objective: 3 - Earn the trust of the local tribal leaders
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"]
In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Garett Van"], [member="Nathaniel Barrett"], [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
Enemies: Boorishness
Post: 03/37

Truth be told, when Sentiri had seen the Ren first approach the shuttle the two had just shared, she had not been surprised concerning appearance. A cloaked figure with a shadowed face and low voice was exactly how the reports described the Ren. The lot of them were fabled despite their secretive ways. And word always spread about such lofted people, whether they desired the limelight or not. Heroes bent on carrying out the will of their Master were what they were; his voice, his ears, his eyes, his limbs. Why would a mysterious figure with so much responsibility be anything but a mist of black cloth?

Looking at the young woman, girl even, who strode through the tall grass next to the much taller Chiss, Sentiri couldn't help but wonder at the age and experience of the purple-haired girl. The Deputy Director had been informed that they were sending a Knight. How could someone so young have accomplished enough to achieve such a rank? Sentiri's curiosity was piqued and she had difficulty reigning it in. Still, she was more content to observe for the moment than ask a litany of questions. The Intelligence Agent was much more comfortable finding her answers based on the actions of the young woman than her words. Not that she expected a good deal of action on this particular venture.

The two walked through several tens of meters of grass that stood well above the knee of the Deputy Director. She was dressed smartly, or so her fashion coach would say. Knowing full well that there would be a lack of even ground, she had chosen a pair of black, just-below-the-knee high, leather boots which she found far more comfortable than the high heels she had been wearing nearly constantly of late. Matched with those were a white blouse, black jacket and black skirt, all specifically tailored to fit her frame. Sentiri still could not see the difference, but she could feel how the garments set themselves differently. She wasn't sure if her previously casual attire was better or worse than what she had taken to wearing since Ms. [member="Marzena Choi"] had had her way with the Chiss woman's wardrobe. But certainly Sentiri's superiors seemed to approve.

Sentiri's dark features and clothes sharply contrasted against the pale girl with her light colored attire, so frail and fragile in appearance. If the girl were truly a Knight, the Deputy Director was well aware that the girl was anything but frail or fragile. At least she trusted that to be the case. "We're not expecting any resistance," Sentiri said to Samka, as the young woman had called herself. They were still well out of earshot of the village. "But keep your guard up nonetheless."

Waiting for the pair at the reed, straw, wood, and sinew woven gates of the clan's village were three people, with others spread out in every which way behind the gate. "Welcome to our village, visitors from beyond the skies," the lead Tel'Varn said as they drew closer. His pale-orange skin which seemed to glisten with the morning dew was painted blue in parts with lines and patterns, the meanings of which escaped Sentiri. "Your people have already started trading their medicines with us. And for that we are grateful." The man bowed, his arms making circular motions as he did so, as a gesture of thanks or greeting, Sentiri wasn't sure which.

She made no attempt to mimic his arm gestures but she did bow slightly in return. "Thank you for accepting our aid. For as long as the Tel'varn people are under the protection of the First Order, they will always have access to the best care." She would worry about loyalty later in their talks. For now, the Chiss only needed to demonstrate the honor of the First Order. "I am Sabosen'tir'inrokini," introducing her full name to the clan leaders before her. Rarely did she do so, but if honor was the code of these people, holding back any sort of information was an insult. "This is Samka Derith." Though referencing the Ren was another matter entirely. But they were yet to disclose titles with their names. There was a subtle difference. "We are honored to be welcomed to your village."

"I am called Vonye. This is Ceeva and Voush. The Valos are always honored to accept travelers and traders to our home. Please, come! We have much to discuss."

 

[Saffron]

[Objective 1: Help import exotic fauna to Trenwyth and turn the planet into a place of vacation and enjoyment for the First Order populace!]
Post: 3

Objective: 1 [Terraform Trenwyth]
[member="Mir Nehrahn"] [member="Ludolf Vaas"]


A biological museum world? Intriguing. For the most part, the terraforming services and biodome creations had been established to restore previously razed lands or to promote the growth of local flora. Utilizing that experience and system of application wouldn't be too far off for something of this scale. The only difference is that they would be working with a multitude of ecological biomes for the imported species on established ecosystems rather than starting from a barren landscape.

The sight of the premium banthas prompted a rise of her brows. What an interesting concept. Taking a datapad in hand, the blonde woman began to take notes as they walked.

"Alright, that is more than within our means, Supreme Commander Vaas," Saffron began. It was clear that she took this work seriously. "May I ask what sort of biomes are you expecting? Is there a way we may gain a full list of the imported exotic and rare fauna and flora you desire to bring to Trenwyth?"

This was vital in order to ensure that they were able to maintain an ecological balance. " And are you looking to make this more like a wildlife preserve with open encampments to allow natural grazing and migration? Or will these be sectioned off into smaller areas for each species?"

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 8/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Build orbital shipyards

"What if the Resistance attacks again?" the chief security officer asks.

"Just keep weapons de-powered until there are new hostiles in our radar"

"Roger, roger"

"Keep a close eye on the tactical display: it may be military-grade equipment, but it has failed once"

The prospect of Resistance forces attacking them again forced them to at least keep ray-shields up: ray-shields would let tugs and their equipment in and out of the ventral hangar of the Ultima. That was a yellow alert: in Star Tours' protocol, if anything required to keep shields up while the weapons are de-powered, that was called a yellow alert: red alert was reserved for tactical emergencies. Plus, since the Ultima could be reconditioned into a Mateus, while gutting part of the main cargo hold, and also because the main hangar could house three squadrons, all Ultimas had to be equipped with a combat information center, in that case at the back of the bridge. Which meant a tactical display not unlike those mounted on actual carriers, even if it had three squadrons of fighters as opposed to the Mateus' 10. That was a situation where having a functional tactical display mattered, and everyone on the bridge knew it.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Tel'erra
Objective: 3 - Earn trust of local leadership
Allies: [member="Sentiri"]

Sam trailed just a step behind her Chiss companion. The taller woman seemed to have no trouble with the grass but to her it was irritating. It rubbed on her legs and would probably stain her dress before long so she very subtly used the Force to brush the grass away from her, as though she was surrounded by a very gentle breeze.

Samka nodded at her instructions. "Rest assured I am always prepared for action, you're quite safe." Sam was sure such a woman could handle herself, she certainly looked fit and trim, but as she was hired as an escort and thought the words may be somewhat reassuring that if the worst happened, Sentiri would not be facing them alone. "I'll eviscerate anyone who tries," Sam added in a deliberately dark mannar. Ordinarily she'd let out some waves of dark energy to wash over another person if she wished to prove her power but with the tribal leaders so close she could not risk revealing her true nature in case any were Force sensitive. Such a problem had happened before.

Sam had to suppress a raised brow as her companion introduced themselves. No wonder Chiss shortened their names. It made turning 'Samka' into 'Sam' seem frivolous. She bowed her head and curtsied as Sentiri introduced her to the tribal leaders. "I am deeply honoured to be part of such a worthwhile initiative as the cooperation between the First Order and your people on your world," Sam smiled as charmingly as she could.

With that the pair were led through the tribal gates, following their hosts to what she presumed was the leader's hut. The local villagers whispered and pointed as they passed through. Sam tried to sweetly smile at as many of them as she could to leave a good impression. A few even smiled back.

"What a charming village you have, Vonye. It must be rewarding to live in such a place," Sam addressed who seemed to be the leader of the group as they were lead through the makeshift settlement.

Before Vonye could respond, one of the others, Voush, cut him off with a hand signal. Disagreement in the ranks? They continued to walk in silence though Vonye did give her an appreciative smile.

Instead of going inside any of the huts, they stopped in front of a firepit below a large wooden sculpture of a bizarre beast she didn't recognise, if it was even real.

Ceeva was moving next to the firepit and stoking the flames. They were preparing for something, a ceremony perhaps? Sam glanced at Sentiri to gauge her reaction. For today, the Chiss woman was the boss and she would handle it as they saw fit.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Xal 3
Objective 8
Post 1


As a former tech specialist in the Stormie Corps, it was not surprising that he was summoned to supervise the R&D of gear for the FOSB. During the campaign of the Trenwyth sector, not much was required of field agents. As far as he had knowledge of - the Interim director of the Bureau Sentiri was part of a diplomatic mission with some planet's natives. Jude certainly would not have enjoyed that job. Being here aboard this Star Destroyer doing tech poodoo was something more of his style. Besides naval food and drinks were nice even if the officers were stuck up as hell.

"Double tapping it would be better than one tap. Accidents happen." Jude said as he inspected the ring in his hand. "I also wouldn't be a big fan if the shockwave generator was always on. Scanners can pick off weird waves and raise suspicion."

The engineers nodded thoughtfully and looked at each other agreeing upon what the agent said. A man who would use the gear was the best bet on supervising the designing process. Practice was always more valuable than theory. And even if they did not agree by any chance, Jude would simply pull a rank on them. For now, they were obedient.

 

[WD-334]

Location: Annaj, marshes
Objective: 5
Post: II
Others In Area: [member="Darth Veles"]

The droid traversed the swamp, growing closer to the location marked in it's database. This was a site that in the past it had been set to guard. Or somewhere close by. It was unsure of this. One thing it was sure of was that something else was here, besides the abundance of creatures. It spotted movement, quite unlike the predators in this area by how it moved on it's scanner. Could it be linked to this place? An old relic like itself? Or something from this time. It decided to investigate.

It missed the ruins completely, setting it's new task to find the cause of this motion. It had not come across any sentients on this planet as of yet, except for those who brought it here at it's own request. So seeing movement that resembled that of a non-wild beast, it perked it's interest.

On it's way, two more blips appeared on the motion scanner. There were more close by. The fog was too thick to see anything, and it's thermal scan had been damaged by a minor accident on this planet. It drew closer, but cautiously, no doubt causing a large silhouette through the fog. Loader arm ready, it continued to approach until it was almost right on top of the two newer blips.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Conglomerate Prime
Objective: Negosiate the Surender of the TC and the planet
Post: 1
Others:[member="Greifen Ren"]

Conglomerate Prime, the jewel of the Fringe Worlds. Not only did it have a gas giant that could be mined for Tibanna Gas, the system also had an asteroid belt that contained Cortosis. The world contained deposits of synthetic meters such as Ultra-Anium and DZ, metal that created some of the best droids, including the Droizers. This world was a secrete for the longest time and then there when he revealed it, it was totally self sufficient. The TC colonized just the one mega city and slowly branched out to the urban landscape with the hope to fully colonize the planet.

Then there were the constant rumors that the One Sith which he was always fearful of. He and the station had the ability to fight off any attack from most anyone, but the Sith was a whole other story. Then they fell, like a bag of Bantha Dung. Then the First Order would be the next threat, and he stepped up the security of the planet. They were now the as bad as he was warned about, they were currently about to meet him. Of course the full force of the First Order could easily destroy his whole Trade Fleet, but it would be one hell of a Fight. He decided to end this peaceful instead of endangering his people.

He sat in his office and waited for the Knight of Ren to meet with him, then he would lay out his request before surrendering. The Trade Conglomerate was a failure of a company now, all that mattered was the safety of his employees. One of his Police Officers would escort the Ren to Jasters meeting room where they would speak. He made his way there as well to lay down his request before giving up the planet to the Order.

He was sitting in one of the seats of seats around a small rectangular table, a total of 8 black seats surrounding it. Three in each side and one on each ends. He sat at one end and stood when the Ren entered the room. "Afternoon sir, please have a seat, I'm glad we can be civil about this."

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

A smirk tugged at the corner of Leo's lips, as her eyes looked out over toward the looming mechanical beasts, "would certainly give the local packs something to consider before wandering toward camp," she handed out gowns from one of the boxes, "but yes, I suppose you're right. Children would be rather impressed with the walkers wouldn't they?" Leo's merely part of the work here, as boxes are loaded and unloaded right to left and directions are given. Major Amsel asks her a question she knows nothing of, and so she pauses her work for the moment and thinks on it for a brief moment or two.

"No, 'm 'fraid not, unfortunately, Lieutenant Commander Lail and the All-Surface Guard have preoccupied our thoughts, their base is just over there," she points toward the skeletal defensive towers. "I've dispatched a few of the old boots out their way to get a hand on construction, don't suppose you know any of the boys in the Engineering Corps, do you?" She wipes sweat from her brow, "they're falling behind schedule, but Lail wouldn't tell me what it was. Perhaps you can get it out of her." She suggests as she works to bring up another box up to the table.

Leo rolls up her sleeves, the plains weren't so bad, and neither are the hills that decorate the landscape. Temperatures were tolerable but there was little air flow through the camp, at least without man-made devices anyway. "Speaking of Pediatrics, do you mind helping us move these?" She asks Major Amsel gesturing to the boxes of gowns, books, and stickers. Bending down, she lifts and walks toward the pediatric tent, passing by ophthalmology, dermatology, and the orthodontists' tents. The sounds of ground vehicles bringing in prefabricated portable buildings were heard, their beepings were rather annoying.

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"Thank you, Ms. Miura," Valessia remarks and listens as they make their way toward the makeshift base. White tents draw her attention, "indeed I do, Mr. Barrett, we'll make our way to you shortly." She acknowledges and begins her trek with her assistant at her side. Reading through her tablet, she's almost sure that unloading boxes was probably not on her agenda. Then again, she was on her way home when the assignment landed in her lap. "Ms. Miura can you check to see if we're supposed to be meeting with Mr. Barrett, just want to double check and see exactly where we're needed."

Valessia continued her trek, and could more properly see the camp, base? "Pediatrics, the force is certainly cruel..." She said to herself mostly, noting that of course, she'd have to assist with something such as handing out toys. It wasn't a personal slight from the galaxy, no - although perhaps this Balance thing that the Grand Moff is into, has a point. In which case, she was doomed, entirely. "And remind me to pack an extra set of boots before we leave Dosuun..." She says to Ms. Miura while silently cursing herself for not bringing her hiking boots from Brentaal IV with her.

Objectives 2 & 3​

Post 2​

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[member="Hyori Tal"] | [member="Nathaniel Barrett"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Sentiri"]​