Telos the Truth [The Primeval dominion of Telos]

[Hira Mitsae]

Objective: Economical Prosperity
Allies: Wallet

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Telos’ blood came from their tech export, they earned their credits from that, their livelihood. But ya need infrastructure, factories, workers, all that crap to make the dough run its course and make everyone happy. Point was, with the rapture shet wasn’t going all that well, rebels, hooligans, all those bastards had ruined the infrastructure, most workers weren’t here anymore either.

So that’s where Irani jumped in and offered something of value. His company could repair their infrastructure, make the metaphorical gas run again, he could make sure that the factories were repaired or rebuilt and lastly… he could fill the factories with workers, sentient, non-sentient, mattered little in the grand scheme of things.

Which is what they were negotiating right now, fair prices, lease-rights, all the little details that needed to be clarified if things were to be done properly and lawfully.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Z - Slug around aimlessly/Whip anything that moves too fast... or too slow... or at all... or doesn't... whip everything.
Location: Inside the Temple
Allies: ???
Enemies: Usually everyone, nobody likes the slug

As the gastropod slithered on, away from the heat of battle, surprisingly, there were several instances of which that he heard whispers... He didn't know where they came from, but having no other inclination he decided to follow them. As is to be expected, the whispers weren't actually there. No, the Jedi was not manipulating the Hutt, the Hutt was simply being the oddity that he was. Surprisingly, as he wallowed in his unknown guilt and despair, a strange uncharacteristic calm had taken over the serpentine Sith in his lonesomeness. He almost became a different character altogether. Slowly, he approached a wall, and placed his hand upon it... his grip on the coiled whip loosing. With a soft frown, the golden eyes turned upward as the closed.... a gigantic sigh escaped his massive maw as the chaos seemed to surround him without effecting him. Death surrounding him but never taking him. Death hated him. Death teased and bullied his spirit. Death took him again and again, as it's favorite play thing, finding new ways to increase the suffering of life in order to pretend to offer relief. Death was an insufferable prick. Suddenly the walls spoke to the slug...

He saw children. They had walked these halls some time ago, all had snow white hair... Echani, he knew innately from sight alone. He had a strange knack for knowing one's deepest biological identities, even in psychometric visions. They were all female, all related to the same Echani general... though... there was one that was... different from the rest. For this, she was singled out.

The vision for whatever reason made the Hutt distraught, and he flared his eyes open as he slammed his meaty fist into the stone... He brought his whip up to his head, and pressed the barbs into his suddenly pulses temple. He tore at the blisters on the side of his face with the weapon, and experienced a limp face, as the rest of contorted in pain. His head thrust forward and struck the stone wall, and he screamed... echoing throughout the temple like a harrowing banshee for any who might be near enough to hear.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

The project would take time, money, and manpower. Titan had all three, and when subsidized by the Primeval government it had even more of the same, except for time of course. This project would not just benefit Titan, it would benefit the Primeval and the people of Telos. Historically Citadel station ahd been used as a means of restoring Telos itself.

This station would be different.

Oh it could be used for the same thing of course, but it would also hold a more productive.

Titan Industries would use Citadel Station to produce its new frigates. They would be smaller ships, ones that did not necessarily utilize shipyards. They would be sold to the Primeval, One Sith and dozen other factions, produced all over the galaxy. They would be some of the most powerful ships, and they would see use in every faction that Titan held to.

Alric knew this, and it was why Citadel Station would be so important.

It would serve as a means of production and communication, as a way to ensure the Frigates survival should other production centers be compromised. Not to mention the PR that Titan would receive from building Citadel Station all over again.

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: Snowball fight!
Location: Outside the temple
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], possibly maybe perhaps [member="The Smallest One"]

No stranger to a number of underhanded tactics herself, Keira had somewhat expected a tactic of this sort. Stepping back as Anja stepped forward, she didn't quite raise her saber from her side, instead sidestepping the pommel of the vibroblade as it continued in its path towards where her throat had been. This would be an engagement of a different sort, now that they were in an unrestricted environment. This was far different from the dimly lit, cramped interior of the ship that they had last met on in a similar scenario. But instead of being weakened from weeks in captivity, she was prepared to wear out this duel, for however long it chanced to last.

Not wasting another moment she struck out towards Anja's middle from her new vantage to the side, orange blade humming through the air. Unlike the previous time, the open space allowed her room to exploit the fighting styles she favored, namely Ataru and Djem So. This time, she dared to say they were evenly matched on some plane. But there was a strange sort of connection there, something that resonated beyond the heat of the initial engagement. That was a new variable to things, and something to consider lately. There was no doubt in her mind that Anja felt something of the same.

"So, which god are you here for this time?"

 

[Laguz Vald]

Objective A
Allies: [member="Nickolas Imura"] | [member="Marth "]| [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Tyro'din"] | [member="Yvette Dusong"]

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Well then. With xir primary goal secured and hidden inside xir own body, the shifter was free to aid whatever collective effort the others were making. The underground chambers were familiar to xem by now, and the hunter wasted little time navigating xir way back to the main corridor, following the sounds of the Primeval agents.

They were making quite a lot of noise, actually, what with all the talking and taunting quips, but the debate on stealth could be done at another time. Laguz had learned it was useless arguing with the Goth Lord back on Helska, so xe simply followed the sound of the pale man's voice, figuring that there had to be some reason for his incessant babbling.

Xe cocked xir head to the side as keen eyes found the form of [member="Nickolas Imura"], and the shifter spoke ever so softly into xir comlink. "Mind keeping it down, darling?" Oh, well. Laguz was nothing if not stubborn when it came to educating people. It was for their own good, really.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: Snowball fight! Maybe some snow angels.
Location: Outside the temple.
Allies: [member="Azrael Asura"] | [member="The Smallest One"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]

"Myself."

The Host Lord dodged the swing, the hum coming closer and then fading further and swung around. The intricate and unmistakable noise of a lightsaber had become all too familiar to the witch in more recent times; whether it was her duel on Kashyyyk or the Jedi from Kalee, she wasn't unused to fighting the weapon. With no time to waste the witch struck again, her blade coming down on the enemy standing in front of her. This time was no feint -- it was a quick strike to break the tension.

Anja tried to pay no attention to this connection they shared, it seemed to stem from the force but with all that was going on it could quite possibly be merely another side-effect of unpredictable powers. Less concerning to the fixated attention of the Host Lord was the battle around her. Much was going on -- to say the least -- and perhaps if the two of them weren't careful that danger being held off could possibly get in the way. In the meantime the Gulandi Sephi aiding her were fighting off the wave of farmers.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Titan Industries began to move forward. The project had been approved by Anja Aj'rou. It had been given the greenlight, and that meant Titan could begin its construction. Citadel Station would be born above Telos again.

It would take the same form.

It would be a satellite facility. Not touching the earth, not grasping onto Telos' surface. It would remain over the planets center, a massive cloud over the darkside of the planet, always following at the heels of the sun. This would be as to not obstruct the planets natural balance. The station itself would work as a home, production facility, and staging area for so many projects.

The Galaxy would see Citadel Station once again.

Alric watched from his place on the Wyyrlok, the first of its kind, eying pieces of Citadel Station as it slowly began to take shape.

 

[Cira Cat]

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T E L O S I V
Citadel Station
Wyyrlok



The smooth clipping sound of heels would announce her arrival.

Granted, the step would be familiar. As would the body, the provocative smile, the sway.

But not the eyes. It was the eyes that would tell [member="Alric Kuhn"] who this was.

"Mistah Kuhn," came that throaty rasp that so perfectly matched one Dangeruese Arceneau; but it wasn't her.

"The Arceneau Trade Merchant fleet will be here shortly. " ATC, Haven Shipyards, Browncoat Arms... even Pharma Tech. Each one of those had profit to be gained from the reconstruction of the Citadel Station. The resources brought in would bring the massive station back to life, ensuring a place for Arceneau Trade Company and its subsidiaries on one the most important points of the Hydian Way.

The HRD came to a slow stop beside the CEO of Titan Industries, panning her gaze towards the man with a cordial smile.

 

[Beowoof]

Objective: Get in on this snowball fight
Location: Outside the temple
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"]

Might as well join in on the fight. While these little duels could be entertaining to some and full of foolish exhibition for the contestants who toyed with their lives, it really was not worth it to waste time and effort in situations such as these. Screw 'engagement rules'. The Sith was joining in.

Scuffing through the powdery blanket, the dark one hastened for the Host Lord's rival and took her stance opposite, forcing the enemy between the Primeval allies. Her crimson blade slashed through the fluid, snowy air as she brought it from behind her right shoulder, downwards and across her body in cyclonic fashion.

She had never engaged in actual saber combat before, but now was as good a time as any to begin. She would see how this solo anti-hero would stand against two attackers.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alic smiled slightly as he heard the familiar sound of his friend approaching. The beat of her step was recognizable, though perhaps only to him. He turned slightly, only to be disappointed when he saw who it was that was really coming towards him.

He supposed that was par for the course.

She would be busy right now.

Corellia was still being rebuilt, and although Alric was there most of his days, Citadel Station was important enough that it required his attention as well. Massive projects like this always did, and Titan had more than a dozen going on. He couldn't have said which one of them was most important to Titan. They all seemed to gain him something, all seemed to push his agenda.

“Good.” Alric answered finally. “Progress has begun already. Though it will take time.”

That was obvious, but he didn't really have anything else to say to the droid.

She wasn't [member="Danger Arceneau"].

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Z - Slug around aimlessly/Whip anything that moves too fast... or too slow... or at all... or doesn't... whip everything.
Location: Inside the Temple
Allies: ???
Enemies: Usually everyone, nobody likes the slug

The Hutt did something unnatural in his unexplained fury; he cried. Huge, bulbous eyes, golden yet dull, and broken with bloodshot cracks, became glossy with moisture, and solitary tears escaped his ducts. They ran across his un-smooth skin, mingling with blood and pus all across his face, mixing with the poison numbing half of his face. His hands beat against his head, trying to push away the pain, the unknown unseen grief. He felt loss, but did not remember what he lost. He felt grief, but knew not what he was guilty for. He felt pain, but could find no wound. It was if... after all this time, the spirit of Chael seemed to find his place among the mingled identity of Zambrano, and Durablis. His identities mingled, as his tears, and blood, and pus mingled together. There was no relief for a being like him... and would persist in this existence.... forever.

He remained alone, until it was such a time as to leave this painful world, and to return to himself as he enter the identity of The Thorn...

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: Snowball fight! Can we have snowmen too?
Location: Outside the temple
Enemies: [member="The Smallest One"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

Fil de a chiesulino. The fight was beginning to become a simple affair, set at what felt like a leisurely pace, as if each was patiently awaiting the other to counter or retaliate in some way. And with the response received, it was as if no time had passed between them. Just the same as before, her opponent was stoic and calm, seemingly unaffected by any and all stressors that combat entailed. It was that demeanor that intrigued Keira while at the same time putting her off. There was something otherworldly about the woman, and it didn't take one with an increased mental capacity to determine such.

The strike from behind was unexpected, though whether it was due in part to the strange way the Force had been functioning of late or her own central focus she wasn't sure. With her attention on the vibroblade cutting towards her she managed to deflect the weapon, not quite to the point of parrying and returning to the fluidity of battle she knew so well. And it seemed to be a favorable choice that she hadn't, because in the next second she just narrowly missed being bisected by another fighter. With the familiar drone of a second lightsaber filling the air, it was evident her other adversary was Force sensitive as well.

Now taking on two separate individuals, there were a number of things left unknown. With her having fought Anja before and having a feel for her style, it allowed her to focus just a bit more on what stance the other favored. Her strike had been precise, speaking of some form of training, which lent the notion that perhaps there was more at play here. It added something to the duel if nothing else, a sense of votality that hadn't been present before.

"Friend of yours?"

 

[Cira Cat]

T E L O S I V
Citadel Station
Wyyrlok
[member="Alric Kuhn"]

"With the disarray of the nearby systems as well as the rest of the 'verse, it will take longer than initial estimates to bring Citadel Station to its former state. More so with any additions that Arceneau Trade and Titan Industries will construct."

She was Danger's HRD, but she had the ability to also run to critical information and data on the fly.

"Ore and salvage material is being refined at the Hana Station. The majority of the mining resources within the Sector are being diverted here."

Six would blink, then turn to Alric, "However, we have yet to discuss ownership of the Citadel Station, Mistah Kuhn. Negotiations with the Primeval have begun upon Echoy'la... but with as many resources as Arceneau is sending for this construction, one wonders what it would gain from it?"

Couldn't fault Six, her programming was set to find every advantage for Arceneau Trade, Browncoat Industries, and for Danger. She was programmed to push an agenda that would be best for Danger Arceneau -- in life and in business.

For now, it was focused on business.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

He raised an eyebrow.

For a brief few moments he remembered the last time he had seen this particular HRD. A smirk fell on his lips, remembering how he had sent her back. It quickly disappeared when he turned to regard the droid fully.

“ATC will have to gain as much as they put into it. Titan is providing much of the resources here, our factories on Antecendent and Anirc are sending their pre-fabricated sections of Citadel Station. Much of the station will be completed in a short time, the resources you send will then be utilized in the completion and expansion.” There was much to add after all. “Along with the rest of the materials from Titan Industries of course.”

“I won't claim ownership over the entirety of Citadel Station, only my part.” Which would in the end of course consist of mostly factories, refineries, and housing for Titan's workers.

Thought Titan would help in the construction of other parts of the Citadel Station, they did not truly interest Alric. Most of this was for simple PR, a way to say that Titan Industries had helped the galaxy, and not itself.

 

[Cira Cat]

T E L O S I V
Citadel Station
Wyyrlok
[member="Alric Kuhn"]


"Then we have an understanding, Mistah Kuhn,"

The focus for Arceneau Trade would be in constructing one of the largest Trade Ports within Citadel Station in it of itself. Arceneau already had the reputation of humanitarian aid, but with chaos came opportunity.

And opportunity to utilize Citadel Station for its maximum potential. Browncoat Arms factories, Mara TibX fueling stations, and a small section of Haven Shipyards were in the plans. That which Arceneau would invest its funds would be privatized for Arceaneau Trade and its subsidiaries.

Now, being a droid meant that Six had some nuances where she wasn't quite like her template. But she was made to specifically be modeled after Danger.

That also included her memories. Granted for the most part, some of that was edited out for the protection of both CEO's, but therein lay the ghost in the machine.

So when Six's hand rose to gently brush away at a bit of lint that was stuck upon Alric's shoulder, it would seem as natural as if Danger had done it herself.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric didn't particularly like the droid.

Oh she was fun to have around for a brief moment in time. She had been the perfect accent to his apartment, really brightened up the place and made it shine. Yet she wasn't Danger, she wasn't his best friend. She was more like a broken echo, a mirror image with a slight crack in it. Alric didn't like it, it made him uncomfortable.

He shifted slightly as she touched him.

“Indeed.” He said when she moved away again. “Citadel Station will begin to take form within the next few weeks. The Pre-fabricated pieces will be put together before long, from there the rest can begin to be put into place.”

“Like the old station, this one will follow the patterns of the sun, so it does not eclipse the planet itself.” He was sure that Six already held this information, but he was more saying things out loud.

Alric had not slept more than twelve hours within the past week. Corellia, Telos, Redoubt, it was all slowly getting to him. Too much work.

 

[Boethiah]

The sudden appearance of [member="The Smallest One"] in the fight gave way to an opportune strike. Without honour, the Host Lord took a hand full of snow and tossed in towards the face of her opponent, before striking a feint towards her chest; instead of actually going for the chest the Host Lord switched hands on the swing and brought he blade to the side instead. There was no hesitation in Anja's strike -- she intended to leave no room for [member="Keira Ticon"] to think.

However the woman decided to react would remain unseen in the meantime and the witch's allies were numbering more and more as the fight progressed. The Gulandi were now numbering two as another one of them fell in the fight. They were resilient yet outnumbered.

 

[Cira Cat]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

There is little that the critical optical eyes of a Human Replica Droid could miss. Programed curiosity that was set to match that of her template would flicker across her face, then went narrowing as they would read vital signs.

Increased heart rate. Quickening breath. The signs of strain and tension carved upon the CEO's face.

That hand that had brushed his shoulder would reach up in an attempt to touch his face. Danger is as Danger does. Small ticks included too.

But this was based upon facts that presented themselves.

"Your body is under strain, Mistah Kuhn," she told him, and it was such a curious curio when Six would drawl with a husky rasp akin to that of his best friend.

"You need to rest."

Could a droid show affection and concern? One can never know. She was Danger's template... so who knew.

It was then that the merchant fleet of Arceneau Trade would arrive in Telos Space.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Alric recoiled from her touch. It was not that he was scared of Six, not that he minded being touched, it was just...too odd. She was not Danger, she was not his friend. There was a disconnect there, one that he did not enjoy. “Don't.”

He said with a wave of his hand.

The CEO of Titan was well aware that he was tired. He knew he was exhausted, and he new that he hung by a string. Most of his days were spent under constant stress, most of his nights the same. Even on those that he spent besides Silara, with her warmth pressed into him, sleep did not come easily. Though he was happy, glad, and always present when she was awake, it was when she slept that his thoughts wandered.

It seemed that his mind was always at work, always contemplating, always thinking of the next path to grow Titan and Astraeus. While Silara rested beside him, happily snoozing next to the man she loved, Alric was simply trying to make the galaxy bend to his will.

“I will rest when it is done.” That was the same thing he had told Silara when she had said those words to him, though she had very nearly tied him to the bed to make her point. He smiled at that thought, though it quickly drifted away. “There is still too much to do.”

 

[Cira Cat]

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

Six lightly drew back her fingers when Alric drew away from her touch as if burned.

She gave a slow blink, then took a step forward to him. Six still had Danger's drive and programed inquisitiveness.

"You find quarrel with me?" she would as, arching an eyebrow at him, searching his gaze to find some sort of pattern and conclusion she would understand.

"I am just as she," there was no denying what she meant. Alric already knew what she was and her purpose. He was the only one outside Alisha'ven that knew. No one else would have been able to determine that Danger Arceneau often times used an HRD to conduct business. When one got as large of a corporation as her, she had to take precautions and use methods that would enable her to be in several places at once.

And to allow her to rest when needed. Much like the first time that Six met Alric Kuhn six years ago.

Six was Danger's way of avoiding situations as much as a method of regulating her schedule.

Then something curious came. A smile that drew across Alric's face that quickly drifted away. Humans were curious creatures.

"Just what are you thinking about?" her head would cant to the side.

Beyond the viewport, the merchant fleet would slowly start to advance towards Citadel Station. Once there, they would lock onto the temporary Trade Station and unload their goods for the construction.