Strength Through Joy [FO Dominion of Trenwyth Hex]

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 9/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Build orbital shipyards

"How many components are left in the hold?"

"Less than half the total complement of components, captain"

"Good, we have made some progress in the construction of the shipyard"

"At least we're doing something"

Under the watchful eye of the FIV Excubitore, Dunames had the Ultima disgorge the components from the freighter and the drydocks being assembled. The main three docks, called Resurgent, Imperator and Victory, alongside a score of smaller ones, were being built, with smaller docks for frigates being constructed as well, alongside them. That was it for the earlier phase of it. Later stages would have different drydocks for different sizes of ships. But that was not for Star Tours to build, only to deliver the components - and that was the best-case scenario. And the cycle of tugs getting components out of the ship continued so that the drydocks could get completed - the beauty of it was that part of these docks were pre-assembled before they could be delivered on-site and assembled in orbit of Xal 3. Never would they suspect that Star Tours actually had ships that big capable of carrying this many components.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: 2 & 3
Allies: [member="Valessia Brentioch"]
Near: [member="Nathaniel Barrett"], [member="Sentiri"], [member="Samka Derith"]
Post: 5

Hyori moved swiftly at Valessia’s side, her datapad in hand and her eyes focused on the white tents in the distance. She listened passively to the sound of Commissioner Barrett’s voice, as the two women made their way forward. A brow rose slightly, and she gazed down at the screen of her datapad to confirm Lady Brentioch’s appointments. Her finger slid across the screen, moving to the correct timetable.

“I do not have anything scheduled with Mr. Barrett, Lady Brentioch. However, there is a small block of time available, if you would like to greet him now. I see that you are due to meet with Deputy Director Sentiri, I will send word that we are on our way.”

Hyori only offered a small nod at the mention of Pediatrics. Indeed, it was a topic that would tug at the heartstrings of most, but Agent Tal had sympathy for none. Behind the mildly friendly appearance that she wore today, she was a coldhearted woman. The agent sent off a quick message to her superior, alerting the Deputy Director that she and Lady Brentioch were en route to their location.

“Understood,” She answered, adding a note to herself about Valessia’s extra pair of boots.

They were now approaching the area designated for pediatrics. Her sharp eyes immediately found the figure of Commissioner Barrett, his face was familiar, though she had not met him in person as of yet. His appearance spoke to his career in politics; he had that general look about him – clean cut, personable, a man of the people. The crates in the background were in the process of being unpacked, Hyori was silently thankful that Lady Brentioch's schedule would see them moving on shortly.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: XV
Objective: VII: Taking out a blaster emplacement with my boy [member="Asharad Graush"]
Location: What are doing in this swamp?!

Rexus nodded like an obedient puppy and ran in after the colonel, through the two groups of the First Orders finest to follow the colonel. "Bloody hell he runs fast!" He grunted as he entered the bunker. The White Wolves precise breach and clear strategy worked wonders against the rebels. Rexus stumbled over dismembered corpses of the bases defenders. "Colonel!" He called out as he walked through the base, more and more severed limbs and mutilated faces. The lieutenant was startled by the glow of the colonels lightsabre. "Sir, I apologies, you just, you run like a bloody madman." he said, behind him, he could hear the rushed footsteps of the Gundark Gunners and Wolves catching up, "Further orders?"

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Annaj Swamps, Rebel Base.
Objective 7: Resistance Bustin'
Allies: [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Post Fourteen.

The Sith High Colonel had slowed down to a stop.

The Lieutenant had followed behind him in the wake of bloodshed that he created on both his left and right sides with one weapon. There were more people on the way to their location, and they were approaching quickly. A'sharad could sense them and he tightened his hold on the lightsabre in his palm. Glancing to the left, he realized they were in the middle of an intersection, and the Gundark Gunners along with the White Wolves were finally coming into view down the dimly lit hallway.

Turning to face the left, he noted the ground was inclining downwards, and steeply too. Stairs, he realized, which meant there really was more base.

Sighing, he exhaled the pent up breath in irritation.

"Stay ready," he said, raising his lightsabre to point right in front of them after wrenching his gaze away from the hallway that went down to the left.

There were cries for help, he realized, fear, anger, and then there were blaster bolts sending scorched rocks skittering and skipping around the corner.

Bodies dropped heavily, and then around the corner came the white of more stormtroopers.

Cresh and Desh Platoon had arrived.

Likely they were the reason why they had gotten so far into the Rebel Base with so little resistance.

Deactivating the lightsabre in his hand, he hooked it back onto his belt. "Cresh and Desh Platoon are going to take the lead from here on," A'sharad said. "You can take the suit off too, we're good here."

 

[Perth Levov]

She'd been high up one of the trees since before dawn, hoping her vantage point would enable her to see wreckage that she knew would have been consumed by the swamp over the hundreds of years it would have been here. Giving up on that plan as a pointless exercise, she started to look at the tree height. A crashed ship would have caused a lot of devastation. So she searched for a line of lower trees and from this viewpoint she saw one.

Excited, she was keen to get moving. It was always quicker going up than it was going down – which caught out many unseasoned climbers. Going down, you had to worry about gravity in a whole different way, and hurrying was a good plan to get yourself hurt. But still she took it fast, and risked jumping the last three metres to the ground. The swamp was soft if you were close enough, but she misudged. From that height, it was like landing on permasteel. The shock of impact jarred her ankles and ran a sharp pain up her calves and into her knees.

But she sucked up the pain and headed in the direction she expected to find a wreck. And judging from the width of the crash line, it was possibly a big ship and therefore potentially partially buried in the swamp.

After an hour, something caught her eyes – a flash. It only lasted an instant but Perth felt her heartbeat quickening. She forced herself to stop walking and retraced the path her eyes had taken. The light was poor – what with the fog and the trees and there was a possibility the flash might not be repeated in another week let alone few minutes.

But she saw it again – the flare of light glinting off something shiny – perhaps metal or glass.

It was a ship.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: XVI
Objective: VII: Storm the bunker with my boy [member="Asharad Graush"]
Location: What are doing in this swamp?!

Rexus nodded, and shed the exosuit. It had served its purpose, and now the stormtroopers had breached the compound. "I'll head to the east wing sir," he said, "My boys'll cover me and we'll do a right proper sweep, y'know?" he said, before leaving. "Squads three and four, head towards the east wing, no more rushing, we've had enough of that poodoo."

The east wing descended further into the complex. Rexus was first in, but now more cautious than ever as he ran through the events of the last few hours in his mind. Karkin hell he was one lucky sonuvabitch. There was no resistance in this section of the base, and it became apparent that it was a command centre. Rows of computer terminals sat empty. They'd recently been emptied, all of them and the archaic hologram projectors displayed the same message 'DATA CACHE EMPTY'. Someone wanted out, and in a hurry. "Any sign of life out here?" the lieutenant asked.

"Nothing," squad three said.

There was a pause from squad four, "Sir, we found, we found some kind of tunnel down here."

"Tunnel, where's your location?" Rexus asked.

"We're a few halls away, it's dug out, probably some kind of escape route."

"Good job four, I'll call it in," Rexus switched channels, "Colonel, we have something, squad four found some kind of tunnel. It's probably where their commanders went."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Annaj, Iron Crown Enterprises Headquarters.
Objective: Six- Maintain the status quo.
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Viktor DuSang"]
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"Sir, there are... issues on Xal 3."

"Ash?"

"Apparently rebels have infiltrated the workforce and were attempting to sabotage it from the inside."

This made Irani blink, because usually Iron Crown was very, very careful about the hiring process. Yet, in recent times, with the cooperation of the First Order they had to streamline some of it due to prior agreements. One of which was a quota of First Order inhabitants being hired, had that been the issue?

"I see. I suspect the First Order is dealing with the situation?"

"...yes, they are being quite careful about our workers."

Darell nodded. ICE was a vital point for the Order's effort within the Unknown Regions, they couldn't really afford pissing them off too much... then again, with his relationship to Natasi there was little they could do to compromise their working relationship. There was little that could annoy him truly, while he was dating their Grand Moff.

"I'd like you to monitor the situation regardless, Ash, it always pays to be cautious."

The HRD assistant gave a curt nod herself, as an acknowledgement, before moving to leave the room. Fortan and her would meet for a moment, another nod exchanged - yet Ashley did not stop for pleasantries, she had a job to do.

"Natasi, what a pleasure." Irani would address, once she was inside. He moved to rise to greet her properly.

 

[Komo]

Objective 2a - Deliver pro-First Order propaganda leaflets over key local settlements on Tel'erra
Mission IC : [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"]
Concordia Hangar Bay -> Skies above Tel'erra - [Post 2]

Greta smiled as good ol' [member="Pierce Fortan III"] greeted her with the Tally-ho she was so familiar with. It was great to see the good chap again. Despite him being in crutches, she knew that this temporary disability wouldn't keep him out of action for long. Soon enough, he'll more than likely be up in the skies and space once more, at the helm of a TIE and more, taking good names in the glory of the First Order, because, well that's what the Fortans did as so evidently shown by their illustrious Grand Moff herself in the recent Battle for Omega. Shrugging her shoulders, and sticking out her tongue at Pierce as he commented on the payload fixed onto her Striker. "As ugly as it maybe, it serves a purpose, and I best not keep these villages waiting too long shall I? A couple of good doses of propaganda coming right up!" As she said she winked to the crew there who had extended to include her friend and fellow pilot [member="Nils Brenner"]. Nils was another one of the pilots that had performed extraordinarily well in the recent battle and she couldn't be more proud of her compatriot.

Climbing the hatch and getting into her craft, she powered up the engines and did the preflight checks before getting ready to take off. The payloads were secured and her squadron of strikers all armed with similar payloads were equally powering up, causing quite of a din in the hangar. A couple of minutes later, the green light was given, and as the mission lead, Greta took off, sending the TIE Striker screaming out into the skies of Tel'erra. In regular intervals, craft after craft of her fighter-bomber squadron took off from the hanger before they assumed the combat box formation even though they weren't expecting any hostilities.

First up, Waypoint Alpha.

As her TIE striker began to approach the villages marked along the Alpha route, Greta gave the order to prep for launch. "Prepare for launch." In the few seconds that it took for them reach Waypoint Alpha, she began to release the cylinders attached to her wings. The rest of her squadron followed suit as they approached the target zone. The cylinders would sink to a certain amount of distance before its internal mechanism would activate, spraying out the propaganda leaflets contained within to the villages below.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 7
[member="Darell Irani"]

"So I should hope," said Natasi as she stepped into Irani's embrace, turning her cheek up for a kiss and returning one to him in return. Her fingers found his forearms, squeezing lightly. "It's been too long," she murmured quietly, looking up at Irani through her eyelashes before stepping away so they at least appeared to be arms length. "How well you look. But then you always do."

The Grand Moff nodded her head towards the window. "Have you heard anything from Xal 3? Details were sketchy at my last briefing. I trust the First Order people assisting with the issue are behaving themselves."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 10/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Build orbital shipyards

Hopefully what happened to the FIV Excubitore, which will probably be the first ship serviced in the Imperator dock, will not happen to the Ultima. The head honcho of Iron Crown Enterprises will hear about what happened to the FIV Excubitore in time, if he hasn't already, but Star Tours already has a lot of shipping business. The largest ship in the Star Tours freight fleet was in use to disgorge the components because Iron Crown Enterprises expected major operations to commence there. Never would Dunames suspect anything. Their brand-new Castameer tactical display have only friendlies in there: 36 tugs, the Excubitore and its fighter screen. Meanwhile the crew of the Ultima needs to closely monitor the reserves of components before they can consider going on the graveyard shift crew and hence Dunames going to sleep back in her quarters. That was something Dunames needed to do - not even the most seasoned capital-ship pilot would be able to go on for too long without sleep.

"Hopefully everything is all right, captain"

"The tactical display holds up"

"Oh yes, the fighter screen"

"How many components are left?"

"36%, captain"

 

[Perth Levov]

It was an old Imperial ship and was a proverbial iceberg on land. Over 90% was underground and the remaining 10% was extensively overgrown by the swamp that swallowed up anything in its midst – regardless of how large or alien it was.

And what she saw was extensive damage. She could see that even through the mass of trees, vines and moss. Along the hull that was visible, there was a gash that ran almost twenty meters and exposed corroded, melted wiring and hunks of missing cable.

But it was a ship, and it was in one piece, and Perth was quite likely the first to ever find it. She scouted around the ship that clearly landed on its side – it took a full hour to get back to her starting point – in part due to its size and also because she was wary about what creatures might have discovered it before her and might have taken up residence.

She remembered three key access points and made her way to the most likely one. She carried a climber’s gear – or in the case of the ship, equipment appropriate for spelunking. This was like going into an underground cave as opposed to a space-ship and she planned her entry accordingly.

 

[Greifen Ren]

Post: 5
Objective: Misc. [Negotiate the annexation of Conglomerate Prime]
Allies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

Greifen Ren was escorted from the landing pad into the station by a pair of police guardsmen. He assumed that the leader of the Trade Conglomerate would be waiting inside to meet him. Greifen remained attuned to the Force as he walked silently through the hallway; there appeared to be no ill intent on the part of the Trade Conglomerate here. The pulses of the guardsmen escorting him continued at a normal level, and he did not sense a trap. When the doors opened to reveal Jaster at the end of a negotiating table, Greifen tented his hands and bowed his head reverently.

"I am Greifen Ren, Knight of Ren and emissary of the First Order," He introduced himself, in a voice that was both low and calm. He took a seat across from Jaster as instructed, and placed his tented hands on the table. His face was visible, but he did not pull back his ceremonial cowl.

"I agree," Greifen echoed Jaster's sentiments. "I would like to assure you that we are not looking to cause unnecessary bloodshed in our expansion. Rather, I'm confident that we can come to an agreement that will be mutually beneficial for both the First Order and the employees of the Trade Conglomerate."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

It would seem that [member="Greifen Ren"] was a force user, but that was no surprise as he agreed to this meeting. Being a avid hunter of Force Users back when he was a soldier for the Mandalorians. He has a small attunement to force users were near him, something he noticed after spending a long time hunting and working along side them. The UTC was his Pride and Joy, the one thing that he had accomplished in his life time, not including his Force Attunded Daughter who he adopted into the Clan. As an Alor of Clan Awaud and possible the last surviving member, he needed to secure his position so as to not end his clans name. This was literally his only choice now, to disgrace the Awaud name and surender to a Sith, how he had fallen. Yet his dignity wasn't more important then the people he resided over, they were as much Clan Awaud as he or his daughter was. They deserved his protection as much as he was willing to protect his family. These people went through heaven and hell with him, and they deserved to finally be at peace.

Jaster nodded to the gentleman before him, and shook the mans hand. After such he took a seat and clasped his metallic hand together. He then spoke, "I'm pleased, but unfortunately there are some request I currently have before I sign off on these annexation papers, I do hope they won't inconvenience the Order," He then unclasped his hands before him and tapped on a button on the table. A projection of the planet rose from the table and zoomed in on the southern region. Several factory building piped up on the screen, smoke still rising from the tops. "We have been having a rouge droid problem on this planet for several years now, and we just don't have the fire power to destroy those plants that create them, this every time we kill one, another takes its place, so as a result I have two request before signing these papers of yours, first off, I want my people to be treated as First Order Citizens, perks and all, as well as the integration of the Trade Conglomerate into the Orders corporate holdings, Second, I would like the Droizer threat on this planet to be eliminated and the other two Mega Level-Cities to be cleared, thus your people can inhabit this world as well, accept these roles, and Conglomerate Prime now belongs to the First Order."

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Annaj, marsh
Objective: 5
Around: [member="WD-334"]


Night swiftly descended upon them, painting shadows and spilling darkness across the nature’s lively canvas and giving it an ominous vibe. Put to sleep, many animals no longer roamed the marshes – and dangerous predators sensed their chance at claiming late dinner, haunting in these dark forests and becoming bloodthirsty monsters enveloped in mystery according to local legends. Maybe that was the reason for Veles’ oblivious prey to stop in their hunt and return, determined and certain steps carrying both bodies away, showing clear sense of destination and direction. Splashes of water positively gave away their position, obviously no longer concerned about being heard or seen, rifles still ready to fire if necessary. Veles’ cybernetic gaze cut through the fog, spying on his targets without any regard for the heavy, misty cover trying to conceal their forms, ignoring the night’s attempts at separating him from the duo.

Never ceasing to watch the two, Veles discreetly followed them, hoping to determine their allegiance and goal in this secluded place. The thought of secluded partisans, away from civilization and hunting for food wasn’t entirely unreasonable and one of many possibilities he needed to consider. Having the swamp’s ancient map imprinted in memory, the assassin roughly established their direction went towards one of the Imperial bases in the area, abandoned and collecting neglect. At least officially – he could imagine such a largely forgotten and yet resilient place to be of use still.

Loud splashes as something heavy pushed its way through the swamplands broke the night’s peaceful silence, announcing its arrival long before the final revelation. Both hunters stopped in motion, visible unnerved by the unexpected occurrence headed their way. Carbines raised, fingers itchy, gazes confused, they took aim at the shadows, going purely by the approaching sound at first. And then it was there, a large, menacing shape emerging from the fog. A droid. Veles, slipping behind a tree to escape its sensors, carefully peeked out and zoomed in with his cybernetic orb, receiving a good look at the machine. Hope and excitement swelled in his chest at the prospect of finding the droid he sought, but no – these emotions swiftly died upon closer examination and discovering no coherent features marking this thing an Imperial droid, its design more like someone’s mad project to put several different droids together.

Overcome by fear, one hunter could not bear the endless waiting and crushing silence anymore, wildly squeezing the trigger, his friend joining his endeavours immediately after. Several shots missed wildly, neither man quite prepared for a metallic monstrosity.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Tel'erra, Central Deployment, Pediatrics Tent​

In Vicinity/Affected:​

[member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Garett Van"] | @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: 6 / 38​

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Nathaniel had continued to unload toys, helping arrange them in a manner that would allow for the most efficient distribution. Younger children's toys were placed near one end of the tables and transitioning in age as the tables traversed the length of the pediatric care tent. It wasn't hard work but the sun had come out to play and aside from the occasional breeze it was starting to get warmer. Nate brushed the thin line of perspiration from his forehead, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. They'd gotten that done in short order, of course there were more but they were being held in reserve to replace the ones taken. He took a brief respite, resting his hands at his waist as his eyes scanned the 'tent city' that had been erected. It really was quite impressive. He'd noticed the two walkers positioned outside of the tent, the troopers even allowing the children up into the cockpits of the war machines. It was a conflicting thought in the politician's mind. On the one hand, it was informational. Children becoming acquainted with one facet of the First Order's technological superiority. On the other hand, these were machines of war, not simple toys to play with. At least it seemed the troopers were paying attention and being careful with the children.

His eyes fell on a small entourage of figures headed in his direction. That was exactly who he was looking for.

"Ms. Brentioch!" Nate said, raising his arm in an open handed greeting. "Thanks for your time, I hope you'd be willing to take a quick photo? I mean to publish it in our local news back on New Advora, the people there put together this lovely toy drive as you can see, and I'd like to show them some appreciation."

He didn't want to appear rude, he knew he hadn't had an appointment and was very flattered that the woman had taken the time. Nathaniel was intimately familiar with the politics of Riflor but just recently begun branching out into interplanetary politics as the Governor of Riflor was more often than not pre-disposed with one thing or another. Some people might argue he was holding Riflor together better than the Governor himself. Nate hadn't really considered it before, but perhaps he would make a decent governor, he'd have to think on that. Hearing a shout from near one of the walkers his gaze was averted, it looked like something had happened. Already he could see a small gathering of people gathering at the base of one of the walkers, a few troopers standing there. It looked like they didn't know what to do.

"You'll have to excuse me..."

Quickly the politician moved towards the rapidly growing circle of people, forcing his way into the crowd and emerging at the inner ring. In the center he saw an officer hovering over a child, the other troopers seemed to be stuck in place. He'd heard them call for a corpsman but it seemed the bustle of people appeared to have either prevented any personnel from hearing or responding. As Nate tried to understand what was going on, he saw a large red bump on her left arm. The children were receiving vaccinations but that shouldn't have caused so immediate a reaction. As if to shatter the strange silence that had befallen the small gathering Nate stepped in, motioning for the people around the edges to step back.

"Please, ladies and gentlemen, please step back. Give us some room"

Looking around, he still saw no medical personnel. Had they not heard? There was little time to waste. While not all that different than human physiology, the Tel'varn were in fact a different species. Maybe that was a clue as to what had happened? Deciding not to wait any longer, the Commissioner knelt down next to the girl, quickly checking her pulse. It was there, strong and regular but.. she did feel warm to the touch. Turning to the officer who seemed to be in charge he spoke calmly narrowing his eyes as he spoke. He needed the officer to understand what needed to happen. He spoke low, directly to the man.

"Trooper, I need you to calmly go into the tent, make sure they hold off on delivering any further vaccines. Calmly. I'm taking her to the command tent."

"Keep your eyes open, if any of the others exhibit similar symptoms, bring them as well."

Sliding his arms beneath the girl's body, bringing her to his chest as he lifted her from where she lay on the ground. His eyes located the main clinic tent, his mind shifting into reaction mode, it was less thinking and more autonomous at this point. Turning over his shoulder he spoke.

"Does anyone know where this girl's parents are, anyone know who's child this is?" He paused for a moment before continuing. "I'm going to bring her to a doctor right now, if you have any concerns or questions, please, they will be answered in time. If you are her parents, please follow me as you are able."

Turning on his heel he made a beeline for the command tent. While called the command tent, it was more or less the central medical hub of the entire operation and as such housed some of the more advanced medical equipment being used by the First Order on this particular exercise in humanitarian work. Quickly he made his way through the front flaps, his voice rising above the din of the interior.

"Excuse me! We need a doctor right now!"

As if to add to the already stressful situation, the com link attached to Nathaniel's belt chimed. Great, another message. He'd have to check it later, he had his hands full, literally and figuratively.

 

[Ludolf Vaas]

Post: 6
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Saffron"] [member="Mir Nehrahn"]

Overhead as the trio walked, more dropships soared. Some deposited their loads of creatures nearby, while others continued to sail for the horizon, bringing their contents to unknown destinations beyond the mountains.

"Of course," Ludolf said. "I can provide you with a full list of the species we will be importing. We intend to make Trenwyth a natural wildlife preserve without any artificial confines. We have an entire planet to work with, and most of the species we are importing are quite territorial, so we don't foresee many problems of mixing too many species at this point."

Ludolf brought up his own datapad to give Saffron and Mir the information they needed. He would give them a full list of each and every species being imported to Trenwyth, as well as flora. But first, he held his finger up.

"I have something special to show both of you, first. Follow me."

There was a large dropship nearby, its contents still masked by the durasteel beams and plates that surrounded the cage. Yet even from here, a mighty roar of the creature being housed inside could be heard. Ludolf led the pair of scientists towards it just as First Order workers were unloading the huge container from the dropship via repulsorlift. What was inside the durasteel cage then became apparent; a massive, ten-legged lizard creature, the girth of its wingspan still unimaginable as it remained enclosed in the cage. The dragon itself was the size of a small starship vessel, and its light blue scales shimmered in the sunlight. It focused a yellow, slitted eye at the trio and blinked.

"When I say we have spared no expense, I say so truly," Supreme Commander Vaas said, motioning to the marvel of a creature. "We have acquired a Greater Krayt Dragon."

 

[Marzena Vaas]

Objective: 10
Location: Imhalyan – Floripida
Post: 6

“Ok, everything is set.” Bonnie smiled to Marzena, opening the door for the pop star.

With her guards and a few members of the hotel staff at her sides, Marzena made her way outside. The atmosphere was quite festive, the area trimmed with red and black ribbons, an obvious nod to the First Order. Marzena stood behind the curtain; her fingertips gently ran across the back of the red velvet. Dark eyes shifted to the side every now and then, watching as the stage crew bustled about, making some last minute adjustments.

She bowed her head in anticipation and drew in a deep breath.

Marzena had not forgotten about Lanteeb. It had been one of her first concerts in First Order space, but that was not the only reason that it remained in her memories. A shiver ran down her spine, and she blinked hard to try and regain focus. There was little to fear here on Imahalyan, and she had been assured several times that there would be no alien terrorists attending her show this time around.

The music started to play, that was her cue. Marzena stepped forward as the curtain parted, the crowd greeted her with enthusiastic applause. The lights illuminated her slender form as she began to sing. The songstress had chosen a set of songs that were a bit tamer; she wanted to make a good impression. And she also wanted to ensure that she could get through her concert with ease. Some of the changes she had seen with pregnancy had made her a bit clumsy lately, and there were times when she had difficulty drawing in deep breaths.

But for the moment, she was feeling quite at home in the spotlight.

 

[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 | [member="Nathaniel Barrett"] | @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: 4​

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Garett watched as the man carried off the girl to find medical attention. Relieved that all would be well and things would hopefully turn out okay, but he would keep an eye out for any other children that showed signs of this. For the time being though Garett would continue to stand by his walker and make sure nothing happened. He could here some occasional comms from the other walkers of Aurek Co. checking in from time to time, everything seemed to be alright. Garett took a sigh of relief as that chaos was handled well. ​

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"Excuse me sir?" A voice called out to Garett​

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Garett turned around to be face to face with a young teen, looked to be around sixteen or seventeen.​

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"Yes, what is it?"​

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"Um, I was wondering what it takes to become a pilot of one of these machines?"​

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"Good question, well lots of training, and attending the First Order academy as well."​

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"Oh, I see. How old do you need to be to enlist?"​

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"Eighteen, sorry but rules are rules, and sadly I don't make them. But if you want, I could write your name down, and keep it for later."​

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"Nah it's alright sir, thanks for your time though."​

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The boy walked off, hanging his head low seeming a bit sad he couldn't enlist yet. Sadly there was nothing Garett could do about it though. Nothing after that seemed to cause any problems, there were some kids being troublesome around the walker, just kids being hyper. There were some questions from parents asking if it was safe for kids to be inside of it, typical protective mother type things. The occasional yell to make sure a child didn't press the wrong buttons, or pull the wrong leavers inside. For the most part it was quite calm from this point on. Garett just continued to do his thing, one thing he started to do was pass out little flags he found in some crates with the First Order emblem on them to the kids, cause everyone knows kids love free stuff. Things just fell into routine now, no excitement no problems, almost peaceful, Garett remained at his post educating children, hoping it would be this calm until it was time to return back to the transports.​

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Post: 11/38
Location: Xal 3
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"]
Enemies: unknown
Objective: Build orbital shipyards

"Parts supplies now falling below 30%, captain"

"How much will we finish on the main three docks with just the parts loaded on the Ultima?"

"I'm afraid that the Iron Crown Enterprises people won't say"

So they've already exhausted 70% of the contents of the Ultima's cargo hold to get the main three drydocks built, knowing that the Resurgent dock had to be prioritized? The one that were to service the FIV Contempt, FIV Triumph and FIV Darr Itah respectively. The first two needed repairs after what happened on Castameer, but the third only needed routine maintenance. But the FIV Excubitore was waiting on the Imperator drydock to be built. It will be serviced once the second-largest dock is built. Dunames had to keep in mind that the First Order State Media did mention the order of battle on Castameer; the FIV Contempt and FIV Triumph were there, but the other three Darr Itah-class battlecruisers weren't. But how far along were the main three drydocks? Where will they pick up additional components if their supply was to be exhausted? It appears Iron Crown Enterprises had a lot more than the 36 tugs deployed by Star Tours for this...

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Objective 10: My own
Allies: Anyone who wants to join
Xal 3

Jaron's feet touched the ground of Xal 3 once more. The last time he had set foot on the world he had been accompanied by [member="Isla Ashen"]. They had scouted the world for the First Order, and discovered the last remaining armorer of an ancient society. Their craft was dying, but his hope had been to convince the man to teach those of the First Order his skills and pass them on. The building where Jaron had been still stood. It was here he learned Isla was one he could trust, he could fight with, and he let past his guarded demeanor. They had become friends, at least to him they had, and that was something Jaron lacked at this time in his life.

He knew the defenses, but he also knew the fortress would know him. This was like returning to some place familiar, and the Knight was going to succeed. The armor which could be provided by these armorers could be invaluable to the Ren. Jaron was looking to win favor and develop something as it seemed war was on the horizon. There had been some lighterweight suits or armor which looked as though they coukd serve the purpose the Ren might need. Strong, but unrestrictive, armor was required for the close quarter combat they engaged in.

His hand pressed against the door. Jaron felt a presence. He was not alone. It could be anyone, but he would not wait to find out who it was. This was Jaron's moment to shine. The work he had put in this far had been significant, and he was not going to let it go to waste. His steps carried him forward into the fortress. Jaron moved to the familair path which would lead him to the lift which would descend to the master craftsman below.