Dominion Tengoku no Koi | CIS Dominion of Atrisia

[Ascendant Muse]

H E A V E N L Y...D E E D S​

Atrisia craved peace.​

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Throughout its storied heritage, the distance world had distinguished itself. Her people existed with dignity, honor, and strength that was scarcely surpassed in the modern Galaxy. Yet, like all shining gems, there were those who sought to claim Atrisia for their own. In the modern era, Atrisia had been a battleground far too many times. Her people were subjected to loss and reconstruction far too many times. And, despite their strength, staving off the avarice of the stars was a task often daunting.​

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Seventy-two hours ago, a cry for help was answered.​

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When rampant ambition saw a Sith and his allies descend upon Atrisia, they were met immediately by her valiant defenders. As the battle raged, the call for rescue made its way to the Southern Systems. At first, the Confederacy roused its fleets in order to save one of their own from death's door. Yet, as the battle raged, it became apparent that Atrisia would not know peace without intervention. The sovereign Commonwealth was mighty in her own right - yet the hell unleashed upon Atrisia was immense that day.​

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Calamities of the Force wreaked havoc upon the atmosphere. The result were freakish displays of nature whilst the wounded world attempted to heal itself. This will not happen again was the vow which fell from Confederate lips. And thus, like Eshan before her, the nation stepped in to restore and to protect. The local Commonwealth would not find themselves oppressed or made to bow, but rather they would find an armada rushing to their skies with aide. This day, the Southern Systems would see stability return to the dignified world.​

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And under their protection, Atrisia would finally know lasting peace.​

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Spoiler: Custom Locations Provided by the Atrisian Commonwealth

Special Thanks to Junko Ike​

Ao'Tuin: [Open to the Public] - You can come and see this cool creature if you wish. It is commonly regarded as a Mobile Port for Atrisian Navy ships to dock and it also houses one of their Academies. It can move away from danger and can also operate in space.​

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Chitel: Difficult to access, but, well worth it! There are several points of interest. A Crystal Palace and a Painted Maze will greet you. It's a wonderful piece of Atrisian History. A good place for those who want to do some exploring!​

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Anshin: Orbital Shipyards. There is a Foreign Quarter that is designed as a section for visitors and travelers who wish to come to Atrisia. The outer sphere has a foreign sector for housing if needed.​

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Vael Aser: A temple within a mountain, beautiful, and glittering. Made of very white marble. A very interesting part of Atrisia that can be hard to find a way to enter, but, once you do it's well worthwhile and fairly even to navigate.​

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OBJECTIVE I:​

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Overall, the most densely populated areas of the world had enough infrastructure to weather the atmospheric damage. However, the elements are now the peoples' enemy. In an effort to restore the ravaged atmosphere, the Confederacy has arrived with a number of terraforming devices called Life Engines. Join the effort to see these vital restoration marvels installed across the world!​

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OBJECTIVE II:​

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As a full-fledged nation, the Atrisian Commonwealth more than held the capability to see to those within the most densely populated areas. Thus, the Confederacy's humanitarian efforts have begun outside of the urban environments. The mountainous countryside is full of hamlets and humble dwellings; and each was not immune from the tumult. Join the effort to bring aide to those in need!​

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OBJECTIVE III:​

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While the Confederate mission is that of restoration and protection, the beauty of Atrisia is a rarity for many souls. Setting foot upon the noble birthplace of the Yovshin is a feat that few can boast in their lifetime. From the rolling mountains to the most reclusive temples, Atrisia is full of wonder to explore. The day is yours, fill it as you see fit!​

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Spoiler: Tag

Alden Akaran​

Alkor Centaris​

Amelia von Sorenn​

Ari Riggs​

Arisone Irithiel​

Archon Xris​

Ashara Evanaris​

Aston Jacobs​

Aya Clarke​

Beric Layne​

Bullwark​

BX-1335​

Caesar Kenway​

Corvus Dravere​

Credius Nargath​

Cypher Raige​

Damsy Callat​

Darth Pryde​

Decious​

Destroyer 2873​

Eli-Mae Forrest​

Fawn Alzi​

Faye Malvern​

FN-1138​

Gerwald Lechner​

IG-65A​

Ingrid L'lerim​

Joannis Campbell​

John Locke​

Suravi Teigra​

Karlie Lynn Destat​

Kasca Fen​

Kathryn Foster​

Kayla Wylen​

Kiff Brayde​

Krystal​

Kurenai Yumi​

Kyber​

Kyrinov​

Lady Moll​

Lirka Ka​

Luna Terrik​

Luna Vega​

Lyla Quinn​

Maani​

Maple Harte​

Maria Savilia​

Maur​

Muad Dib​

Myrrdin_Emries​

Nine Lives​

Petra Cavataio​

LGMForever​

R4-AUD​

Razelle Breuner​

Roy Americus​

Rylan Kordel​

SC-A1​

Srina Talon​

Startorn​

Subject 73 Red​

Talon Rahl​

ToKola Bakari​

Tess Valnora​

Teyla Riggs​

Tyran Numeck​

Valencia Hadley​

Vanric Dannon​

Veronika Fleischer​

Visanj T'shkali​

Kyyrk​

Vyse Valorous​

Vytal Noctura​

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[Amelia von Sorenn]

Location: E'care Shukur - In Orbit
Objective: Assist in Search and Rescue Operations
Tags: Open
Post: I

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Resting in orbit over the world of Atrisia, the E'care Shukur seemed to loom over the world; a behemoth of a vessel that not long ago was embroiled in conflict with elements of the Eternal Empire. Worst yet, the vessel had sustained some damage, though it was superficial enough that it could be dealt with once it returned to its berth in Confederacy Space. At this moment the crew was focused on getting their shuttlecraft out of the expansive hangers to assist planet-side. The hangers were alive, buzzing with activity as the bulk of the support craft were being brought to bear, the commander standing silently on the flight deck as she watched before an aide approached.

"Are the support flights ready?"

"At your command ma'am."

"Good. Elements of the Erinyes will be deployed to secure high-value individuals, they are to protect village elders, chieftains, or any individuals of important. The Mecharius is to scavenge and salvage what they can of any destroyed buildings and vehicles. Keep an eye on them, we don't want to make things worse just because they happened to 'find' a droid or two."

With a quick nod, the aide stepped away, the woman watching on with a soft smirk upon her lips as she watched the armored Jawas of the Mecharius getting together. When she felt the light tug at her leg, she looked down to see one of the armored Jawa's offering a salute; one which she returned in kind before watching the Jawa swagger off towards its band that would shortly be deployed. For her part, she was more than willing to give them a chance to show that they were capable in their own way. However, she also knew that a close eye needed to be kept on many of them to ensure that they didn't salvage the wrong thing.

As another aide stepped forward, she held her hand out to accept the datapad that was presented. A silent nod being exchanged as she looked over the data, before pinpointing those areas that had been hit the worst and highlighting them to be focused upon first.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Location: Imperial Palace, Jar'Kai, [Ruins of] the Forbidden City
Objective: Coordinate Relief Efforts
Tags: Open | Felurian Malvern | Tireya Syvare | Shamira Karuto | Scàth Mhaolàin | Aisha | Alluria Ivalice | Julra Repraj

As a Dark Side Nexus the ruins of the Forbidden City served well for the Nightmother as a base of operations. There was little concern about the suppression of Light Side Witches or Warlocks as they and many others would be spread across the planet helping people and not resting on their laurels in the ruins of the Imperial Palace. In fact there were few Sisters or Brothers with her now of considerable mystic or Force ability. A good number not possessing skill in the Art, or various droids that kept supplies organized and moving in the area.

Despite the Forbidden City's already collapsed state from its storied history, recent events had not wiped what remained from the face of Atrisia. A bittersweet blessing that the city was not on fire or suffering from the masses attempting to piece their lives back together. Yet what did remain provided some measure of fortification against the elements; and if necessary security for people to be brought for treatment or sanctuary.

"Have more Water of Life and salves sent to the West," Vytal called out as she looked up from the holo-map laid out atop a collapsed and weathered pillar segment.

While the Mandragora had not participated in the battle for Atrisia -- though individuals may have -- restoring the Balance to a world was well in their purview. Left unattended the wounds of the destruction and suffering caused through trauma would only leave scars on the world itself. The fallen city they now occupied was an example of what could happen on a far smaller scale. Vytal would not leave Atrisia to that fate if there was anything that could be done. They had brought healing and restorative potions and salves, people, and their connection to the spirits to heal those in need or on the brink of death.

In some cases the Sisters and Brothers could even aid in distribution of supplies, or identifying where further efforts were needed. To ensure this happened in an organized manner, Vytal received reports and issued commands to mobilize everything at her disposal. Every now and then she reached out to other organizations of the Confederacy that sought to restore some semblance of everyday life back to the world. Perhaps they could not help everyone, but they would make every effort to do so.

 

[Kirk Tektus]

Location: Waru Citadel - Kansai
Objective: Facilitate the installation of Life Engines
Wearing: Officer's uniform
Tags: Open

Major Kirk Tektus had never seen a planet like Atrisia, it was a huge culture shock and the scenery has captured his attention more times than he would like to count. But right now he wasn't supposed to be sightseeing, CDF Navcom sent a detachment to install these Life Engine's and Kirk was one of those assigned to Atrisia and was given a (grueling and boring) seminar on how the Life Engine's worked once they were created. It was worth the suffering as without it he wouldn't have been able to visit Atrisia.

The detachment Kirk lead was based at Waru Citadel in a mountainous region that was protected by a shield, making it a defendable position. The site is a makeshift camp protected by B1's and B2's. Meanwhile, a bunch of other technical professionals were present, flesh and synthetic alike and were performing the installation. The engine had a bunch of wires connected to it and Kirk was busy configuring the Life Engine's terraforming systems from his office at the site staring at his terminal's screen. He rubbed his eyes after feeling the glare of the screen annoy his vision, he decided to step out of the office into the site to take in Atrisia's fresh air.

But he couldn't catch a break as a B1 commander approached him and spoke with urgency, "Sir, Hanamachi Village is running low on food for the month. They're asking we put in a requisition."

"Contact the nearest base and ask them to send some rations to the Waru Installation Site, we'll distribute it from there."

"Roger roger."

Kirk sighed as the droid left. The Confederacy was spread thin across the planet as it was, they didn't have the necessary preparations for military deployment which worried him. The planet was ruined and so there's bound to be some desperate people to take Confederacy relief supplies by force if they wanted to and these thin supply lines didn't help. But then again maybe he was being paranoid. ​

 

[Cypher Rage]

Location: CNS Salvatore, Orbit
Objective: II
Tags: Amelia von Sorenn
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The wounds, for the most part, had been healed. The time of leave had left Cypher time trk start yet another family. Although he and Ezekial weren't exactly a perfect family, it was a start. However, he na this daughter were inseparable. But even so, it felt good to be back on duty. So good.

"Fleet Marshal, NAVCOM has ordered us to launch search parties to rescue those displaced in the rural areas of the planet." reported Commander Nade, his wolfish features fleshed out in a full I confederate dress uniform.

"I'll oversee our rescue efforts personally, prepare my shuttle"

 

[General Kalypso]

Location: Waru Citadel - Kansai
Objective: Oversee and Facilitate Installation of Life Engines
Model: Ultra Tactical Droid
Voice Configuration: Male
Tags: Kirk Tektus

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Kalypso's shuttle began it's descent from the C.N.S. Salvator, a ship given to the Ultra-Tactical Droid's command by the Minister of War himself. He had performed a background check on the Command-Ship's history. He had found out some interesting details about it. It had turned out to be an almost entirely custom modification of an existing ship class, the Grievous-Class Star Destroyer. It had previously served the Minister of War as his personal command and flag ship, yet was pushed to the side as the Minister received command of the C.N.S. Hell Hound.

It was interesting, to say the least. But to say interesting was a rough approximation of the Field Marshal's lack of emotion. It was merely extra information that had little effect on his calculations in most foreseeable situations, yet it was useful. It was information the General would file away within it's processing unit, yet would find himself calling upon, undoubtedly.

General Kalypso's mental conversation was, however, cut short as the Forward Operating Base, commanded by Major Kirk Tektus, hailed the shuttle. The B1 Pilot Droid provided the accurate identification code for the shuttle, and a landing code appropriate to the General's rank. The shuttle found itself landed in the dirt of the F.O.B. within minutes, and the ramp of the comparatively small shuttle lowered. General Kalypso walked down the ramp, his phrik boots, while technically also his feet, sounding a loud tap with each step. He was flanked by four IG-100 Magna Guards, however unnecessary they were.

The Ultra-Tactical Droid's four hands clasped behind it's back, it took a step forward, off the ramp, into the dirt. It then took another, leaving a heavy impression, despite the light-weight material he was made of. He swivelled his head, his sensors processing the environment, making precise map, precise down to the very millimetre. He then continued his metallic, and unchanging march towards the office of the Base Major. His Magna Guards parted the B1 droids from his path, walking up behind the Major.

"Major Kirk Tektus. You may stand at ease. I am General Kalypso, operating number UTD-X. I hold the rank of Field Marshal, and have been assigned by the Minister of War to overseer the militant efforts in his stead. I carry his authority to requisition supplies and forces at my discretion, with all the authority of his Office. I have informed myself that you are in command of this Forward Operating Base? I would be inclined to hear a situation report from you personally."

The Prototype Droid looked down at the human, his tri-cloptic, cyan sensors performing an equivalent to what most organics called 'direct eye-contact' that many used to 'assert dominance'.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Atrisia – [Ikeda Grove]
Tags: Darth Empyrean | Junko Ike
Wearing: X
Objective: BYOO – Meet Atrisia & Her Leaders

Srina had not traveled this far North since the fall of the Galactic Alliance.

It brought back bittersweet memories. Some were soft, gentle, while others were torrid and meddlesome. The white-haired Echani watched through crystalline viewports while the Ferocity made its entry to the system. Silver-blue eyes, touched with exhaustion, viewed the world of Atrisia for the first time. It was similar to Castagne in terms of stability but nearly as unlucky as Coruscant. Nearly. Not quite. Though it historically held its share of misfortunes she had never heard of Sith Warships ripping from beneath the surface, leaving great wounds, while Sithspawn flooded the lands.

She had viewed the field reports provided by Kyyrk , John Locke , Darth Empyrean , and Alkor Centaris , Amelia von Sorenn , and Kiff Brayde from the recent debacle. They read as she would have expected. Massive damage. Massive destruction. Force Storms. It hit Atrisia and their own fleets. For the most part it seemed that once again the powers of the galaxy had settled their sights on something that did not belong to them. Something rare. A world full of culture, history, and people. What a horrific squabble. In some ways, she would rather face the battle than the politics, no matter how difficult the opponent.

Srina knew how to deal with monstrous beasts. She did not know how to deal with aristocrats or nobility.

The pale-skinned beauty was reminded that this was not Relovian. Her beloved Master had done most of the talking in previous engagements, while Srina observed, as any good Apprentice should. Things had changed since then. Years had passed. She was no longer simply a student, moreover, she was an Exarch, the right hand to the Vicelord, and a force to be reckoned with. Srina was the voice of Malok . She became his thoughts, his consideration, his long arm of the law as needed. She still wasn’t certain her civic-skills would suffice, but as her Master willed it, the young Echani would see it done.

Her clothing was less meticulously chosen than it normally might have been for diplomatic ventures, and given the state of the galaxy, it would be easy to see why. Gracing her form was a combination of clothing and armor. Enough cloth to seem non-threatening, however, enough metal to ensure protection. It fit her fighting style and her personality. Quiet and severe. The slender woman found herself hoping for the prospect of peace, however, the Exarch was just as equally ready for war. There was no choice in the matter.

Srina would not be caught unaware.

Passing through the security measures that Atrisia held in place took time. They had enough firepower to force their way through, to knock down doors, to press their influence—But was that really required? There were plenty of Confederate forces still in play due to the recent battle, but in a show of courtesy, she would abide her hosts. Once given clearance they made it down to Atrisia proper in her Seroth-Class Frigate. They weren’t set to travel toward any Royal Palace or any governmental caucus. Instead, they made a slow descent toward the Ikeda Grove.

The bright colors made Srina feel out of place. She felt like an outsider, watching the classical beauty of Atrisia fly by, but not truly seeing it. Her thoughts were focused on the meeting ahead. This nation wished to remain isolated. Likely, becoming part of an overarching nation was the very last thing they wanted, regardless, the war that had fallen on their doorstep. In the deepest part of her frozen heart she could sympathize. Eshan had faced similar destruction.

It was actually the reason she came.

Srina reached for Maliphant as she often did, silently communicating a thousand words, as her only barely fingers brushed his. It was a subtle motion that could have been mistaken for an accident. He would know that it wasn’t. The young woman did not know, or care, proper decorum and instead observed everything around her. From their seat in the lounge whilst the Command Throne remained empty, she gathered her bearings. “Do not let me forget why it is that we are here.”, the white-haired woman breathed toward the taller man, her wintry tones soft, and bland. She seemed to be made of marble. Or perhaps, fashioned from metal and wires like a droid.

To most, Srina Talon seemed to feel nothing. She was a shadow, a painting without color, and refused to submit to sentiment when logic should hold precedence. They would never know how very much so it was the opposite.

The Ferocity landed quietly just outside of the Grove and down the side of the mountain it existed within. No matter how sophisticated the landing gear was she remained respectful. She strove to arrive and leave without a footprint. That would be the epitome of a successful venture. Srina exhaled when the ramp lowered. Always, gearing up, getting ready, for the inevitable.

“Let’s take a walk…”, she trailed off to her advisor, clearly, underestimating the hike that lay ahead. Srina didn’t mind it. Nature was part of upbringing, just as combat, and eloquence were stressed. She moved up the well-worn pathways, pausing only, to ensure Maliphant was just behind her. When they finally ascended to high enough, they were able to see through the flower blossoms to what lay behind it.

Ikeda Grove.

A few personnel greeted them at what appeared to be an entrance. Or an exit. She couldn’t quite tell.

“I believe that I am expected. Exarch Talon of the Confederacy.”

Hopefully, they would take her to Junko Ike .

 

[Alkor Centaris]

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Intention: Establish and hold Non-Intercourse Area, protectorate of Atrisian Commenwealth
Tags: PRN

While the Minister and various Viceroyals moved planetside to work with and empower local leadership to maintain control of their world, Alkor remained in High Orbit, alongside the Confederate fleets. High Marshalls and their CDF contingents coordinated across the comms, placing their ships in strategic positions and erected defensive measures along the Hyperlanes. Atrisia would be as the Confederacy, defended from those who sought to bring harm within its borders.

They were extended the protections and security of the Knights Obsidian, a rare privilege for worlds not included within the charter. That was poised to change in the coming hours, if the Exarch and her people had their way.

Alkor's role was isolated well away from that. As a strategist and a leader in a military role, he was expected to ensure that the assailed world got the premium trial version of Confederate Protection. That would help the Vicelord's envoy sell her product.

Of course, if the situation continued to escalate as it had in the hours before their arrival, it might even mean Alkor would have a good time.

If.

 

[John Locke]

Location: Artisia
Wearing: This
Objective: Take on the weight of a world
Tagging: Gianna Aegis

There were times that John was jealous of his peers, those who could close their eyes and reach out with their minds to affect the world around them. To perform feats that could boggle the mind and defy the laws of the universe as he understood it. Then there were times that he didn’t envy them at all. This, John had to admit, was one of the latter, one of the few times he was glad that he couldn’t use the force. Just to look at the planet from orbit, the scars and smoke left by the recent attack on the planet, the war that had spread across the system was enough for the man to feel the pain rolling off the planet. He knew it was all in his head, he couldn’t really feel it, but the force users who had spread across the planet, they could actually feel it. Feel the ghosts and echoes of that conflict, of the Sith’s latest rampage.

Dark eyes closed for a moment, a deep breath filling his chest as John slipped his hands into his pockets, memories rising to his mind unbidden. He’d been in orbit, safely ensconced behind the shields and armour of his battleship. Safe to watch the horror unfolding on the surface of the planet, safe to watch helplessly as the devastation, as the combat raged across the surface. Safe to be unable to do anything about it.

Dark eyes flicked open, his hands slipping into his pockets as the minister shook his head sadly, the moment he’d arrived above the planet he’d known that he’d end up here. That he couldn’t just walk away and let the planet alone, let another planet live with these scars, with that horror. He’d seen it before on other battlefields on other planets. The horrors of war writ across the faces of the innocent, of those caught up in events not of their making, not of their choice. It was unfair, bitterly bitterly unfair, there was no denying that, that anyone in the galaxy would have to suffer because of the overwhelming ambition of a few.

The cyborg’s gaze flicked down to the side, to a small frame and large eyes that peered at him nervously from around the side of a building. The fear-filled gaze broke his heart, no child should ever know that kind of fear, that kind of horror. He could remember his own childhood, carefree days spent chasing after friends and family, laughing and playing. The galaxy still existed, horrors and war, but they had been held in abeyance for a few years, for long enough for him to grow up happy. That didn’t look like it was an option for the children of Artisia anymore.

Kneeling, the man slipped a hand into his pocket, lifting sad eyes up to the child peering at him, one hand coming up to wave at the young boy staring at him. A hand slipped into a pocket, extracting a chocolate bar, waving at him. Slowly, heartbreakingly slowly he watched the boy creep closer and closer to him, one hand reaching out to snatch the chocolate right out of his hands, clutching it to his chest as if it might be pulled away from him. Scampering back to his corner, peering back at them as small hands tore at the wrapper, a small smile touching his face as he turned to the serious business of consuming the chocolate.

“It’s a small thing isn’t it; it’s amazing the small acts that can bring a smile to the face of even the most bitter and jaded.”

Dark eyes flicked up to glance at his companion as John rose to his feet before he looked away. He’d known he’d find her here, that somehow, she’d find her way to the planet one way or the other. This was Tanaab all over again, a planet that called out for aid and there was no force in the galaxy that could prevent the Jedi from answering that call. That compassion, that need to help was a part of who she was. He’d lost her, he’d found her again and now, now there was a planet that needed help. Only this time she wasn’t alone, this time she wouldn’t have to take all that pressure all that weight onto her shoulders.

It hadn’t been that long since John had discovered what had happened, finally found out why he’d been living a half-life for the past few months. The woman had gone into his head, had taken herself away. She’d explained why, why it had seemed like the only option for her…but that didn’t stop it from hurting. It didn’t stop him from remembering the way his mind had slowly been unravelling, trying o understand what had been missing from his life.

Her.

It had been Gianna, the absence of the woman in his life had left him shattered, had left a void the likes of which he’d never experienced before.

It had…it was…even know John couldn’t quite wrap his head around it, didn’t know what to do, how to handle this. All he knew was one thing, he didn’t want to leave the Jedi to take on all the weight of the world on her shoulders, he didn’t want to walk in to find she’d collapsed from exhaustion again. He could still see her in that tent, slumped over her desk, could remember how his heart had almost leapt out of his chest at the sight, at the relief that had overwhelmed him. Dark eyes flicked back to the crimson-haired woman, tracing over her features for a moment. The urge to reach out, to brush back the hair from her face was overwhelming, and for a moment the man’s hand rose up before he caught himself, slipping it back into his pocket.

It…he didn’t know. Didn’t know how to be around her and not want to reach out to her except…he was scared. That was the truth of it, hidden down in the depths of his soul, he was scared he’d reach out and she’d shy away, that she’d run away again. John wasn’t sure if he was strong enough for that, if he could take the heartbreak once more. Only, he couldn’t walk away, couldn’t imagine a life without her. He’d tried that, that was worse than no life at all. So, all he could do was be here, let the woman know that she wasn’t alone, that he was still here by her side.

 

[Junko Ike]

Location: Atrisia - Ikeda Grove
Tags: Srina Talon Darth Empyrean Vytal Noctura
Objective: Bring your Own

The news had spread after the attack, things had been brought to light... well a few things. THey likely couldn't fully maintain their isolationist doctrine and wanting to avoid the galaxy/ That was saddening but the ones who were coming they had observed and they were being respectful. The ones who had come before Kyyrk had done so without hostile intent to them and Beifong (in the The Dragon's Fang) the leader of their minimal naval forces had mentioned it but largely stood down. The forces a mixture of aid, recovery and she had guessed warships littered within who could defend should hostile intentions show. The Emperor had seen the reports from the wall and Jar'kai... paling at how things escalated from one person to him suddenly having millions of soldiers.

That had got him and the empress talking with their court and advisors. The sosakan-sama had recommended hearing them out. As the investigator for the emperor who ran his intelligence networks on the planet and cultivated them in the colonies or off world with the holonet. The chamberlain wanted to be careful but his advice was much the same about everything... to look at all of the angles and options instead of rush. The Empress on the other hand had told them that if the galaxy was going to knock at Atrisias door then we wanted to be the ones who could choose who to answer to.... as opposed to someone else deciding through force.

That had been more then enough for the Emperor and he decreed they be met and welcomed. Some of the aid ships were going to more remote locations around the planet. Kansei mountains had a ship bringing supplies after it had been revealed the village and tower itself... had a massive planetary shield. The Keisei were not known to many off of Atrisia and the village was known to have very little males instead the painted Keisei were present. She didn't know what General Kalypso and Kirk Tektus would find but she knew them. The one in the court had reported to her sisters and received world of only minor skirmishes as largely their food stores were attacked by falling debris from the battle.

Waru Tower she knew held or at least hadn't been suspected of holding tactical value but the attack had shown how wrong it was to think about that. Perhaps the sudden use of a massive shield to protect them had proven more dangerous then they had thought initially and damaged what production means the had being a largely isolated village. She had sent one of her handmaidens out... Phaidor via one of the with some of their soldiers as escort. With the new restoration efforts that saw the construction of the Anshin it had also seen massive environmental efforts on the surface of the planet similar to worlds like Kuat or ancient Alderaan.

More scenic airships were used in place while ships and the like docked high above in the Anshin. There were still ports but the authorities were meant to mostly stop runners violating some of the newer transitional laws. There was more reports from Lóngkou | The Great Wall of Atrisia and ruined city of Jar'Kai, the Forbidden City... Jubei Sena had remained behind to observe the efforts there as any prisoners who were not being claimed for trials with another government were being taken to the Vael Aser. its unique imprisonment system was a way to deal with some of the more interesting cases who had suddenly appeared on Atrisia. The forces at the wall which had been a combination of Chitei, Ukiyo, Hōrai and even Ezogashima were finishing up.

The different forces had noted the nightmother approaching and the Taeki had hissed... the darksiders in the southern continent largely berzerkers defending and in some cases eating what invaders they had dragged away into ruined building. Now their leader stood tall and covered in the red body paint... her hair atop her head and lips sliced away to show filed teeth. Clawed weapon on her wrist and they had their own airship to return to the south and therir temples dedicated to the moon goddess. Others like the lavish warriors of Chitei who had spent tens of centuries working to prefect their arts of war and stood in orderly rows with deep blue armored soldiers drumming to the arrival of new ships.

Their ancient Atrisian was a language barrier with the north and south but the sound of the drums were a universal signal all sides had known. Their soldiers trained to understand it even with the rise of communication equipment. A final fallback. The handmaiden Thuria had been sent to help Jubei and report in. She was talented in terms of diplomacy and being a descendant from when Akio led the empire to csilla gaining the chiss. The half atrisian, half chiss was trusted for presenting a cultural shift much like Horai had. The island being where refugees from war and disaster had some. The northern lords of Atrisia with their winter armor and kimonos while fierce were also the ones who could moved to meet and offer what help setting up and figuring out what goals were there in the ruined city.

Junko herself though had gone to the grove and sent the message. She didn't know who was going to be coming but had prepared and then they were here and Xīfāng was there near her side. The atrisian tiger making her look tiny as he was three times her size and insisting on standing protectively in front of her. Her Onna-bugeisha were there with her. The remnants of her personal yovshin and their family when they first fled Atrisia from the One Sith. She had them stand off to the sides of the grove as the blossoms around them were in bloom and the massive tiger licked her face when she managed to move around him and stand on a raised platform.

"Welcome." her voice came out soft but with the force she let it move around the grove and springs as the hot waters steamed with the cooled mountain air. Creating the mist like effect the valley was known for and why the rice wine empress had chosen it as her cerremony location. Constructing a cask warehouse to store wines from all over atrisia. "I am Junko of the Atrisian delegation." She bowed and her outfit screamed formal. From the multilayered kimono designed from temperature regulating skylar in the princess cut. To the patterns on it, spider lilies to denote secret love and affection. Her face a mask though of controlled professionalism as mentally her mind raced over if she had ever met or heard of this woman and... aside from mabe a mention on the holonet she couldn't think of previous interaction.

Her captain stood near her and wearing the distinctive armor spoke quietly. "I don't know about her sort princess." Junko turned and offered a small smile. Tightly lipped and controlled when she replied. "There are as many sorts of women as there are women. I know your duty is to be suspicious but they helped against mythos and have shown nothing hostile." Yet but she didn't say it... no need to get off on the wrong foot as she came stepped forward in the black kimono with red flowers on it. her hair pinned in a series of buns and loops showing the small silver crystal bells that jingled. A jade and snokestone hair piece that dangled force crystals over her left eyebrow (Srina's right). The obi sash was there and a deep plum purple.

She moved forward and motioned with one hand as the tiger tried to come forward for him to hold and he did that stand as tall as he could with teeth barred but he wasn't growling more displaying like a soldier might he had the means and was ready in case of danger. She clasped her hands in front of herself and looked around a little. “In the mountains the blossoms are in full bloom, and the farther we go, the lovelier the veils of mist shall became, until for one, whose rank so restricted travel that all this can all be new and the landscape becomes a source of wonder.” She said it and smiled taking in everything around them. "It isn't the greatest but with the restoration period we have entered certain ancient traditions like Kokinshū have begun to return."

She said it and motioned with her hand towards the pagoda that was in the center of the springs. Rocks carved and designed for walking set up as she pointed out the scored and textured tops made to prevent feet from slipping so shoed feet would and should have no problem. "The poetic exchange was once a tradition but people are liking it. What better way to win the heart of a young manor lady then to say how they inspire you." It was also an equalizer as everone could be even behind one of the boyu screens for the suiter or suited. She had seen several nobles marry ones they loved from different ranks at court and be happier then the original more strict set up.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Wearing: xxx | Tag: OPEN
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Atrisia. Kaden had not set foot on the planet since he left at the age of 14. His guardian had taken him from Mandalore to escape the devastation of the Mandalorian Civil War which had seen the creation of the Mandalorian Empire. There had only been one problem. Kaden had fought in the war until its end. Baiko may have taken Kaden away from Mandalore in order to escape war, but war did not escape him. Despite her best efforts Kaden still gravitated toward combat. He would never be free from it. The fight was part of him as the blood which flowed through his veins.

He returned to where it all began. Nothing looked the same.

Destruction. Debris.

Kaden let his eyes wander over what had been the small training dojo where Kaden learned how to use a Katana. His skill with a blade had been formed in the dirt. Kaden could almost taste the gritty flavor of the sand which popped into his mouth every time he was knocked onto his stomach. There were small scars on his hands, or should have been, from the lessons his mistakes had taught him about the blade.

He should have brought Daisy Americus with him. This was one part of his childhood that had been happy, at least compared to the rest of his life up until meeting the blonde Mandalorian. In some ways he was glad she did not see the devastation. Naturally he had sent her a missive about his location in case she chose to join him. As much as he loved spending time with her, there were still moments when he got into his own head and had to clear it. This seemed to be one of those moments.

Memories passed through his mind which he wished he could avoid. Baiko was gone. She was dead. Everyone in Kaden's life seemed to come across tragedy. He was an orphan, with nothing and no one for so long. In many ways that had not changed. There was Daisy, but what if something happened to her? Kaden knew he could not live with himself if anything did.

His life was different now, new. He was rebuilding it bit by bit. As he looked around the ruined property, Kaden knew what he needed to do. Taking off his shirt and leaving just his tank top, Kaden got to work clearing debris.

Kaden was going to rebuild the dojo, and then he would see about the rest of the property.

 

[Duckie Talon]

Bad Water!

Bad Food!

There had been a noise, a kind of rattling shaking that had left the ground moving, shaking and shifting beneath him, a monster attacking! The Quacklord has responded valiantly, throwing himself bodily down to fight the monster, to attack the floor and subdue it. See how mightly he protected the confederacy!

Only, the reward was so not commensurate with the quest. He's saved the people from the moving shaking floor that threatened to kill them, so when the bright light shone he'd imagined a treasure filled with worms and succulent morsels. Instead, there was this world and the water he'd tried had tasted bad and he couldn't find any worms. But there was a giant person over there, it wasn't the nice white-haired lady, but maybe he knew where Duckie could find her...or some food. Grabbing a twig in his beak the duckling waddled over towards the man, tapping one his boot and looking forlornly up at him.

"Quaaaaack"

Kaden Farr

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Location: Atrisia
Wearing: This
Objective: Take on the weight of a world
Tagging: John Locke

They hadn’t really spoken much since Spritegate Shore.

Gianna had broken before him. Broken her vows. Her determination—Her own self. Tears had run bitter hot down pale pink cheeks while her soul drained with them. She gave him back what he was missing. Returned, what she had taken. Made clear what had been blurred. Her apologies were honest, but, she felt as if she were being untrue. Giving him back his memories didn’t do him any favors. Weakness drove her to restore him. Weakness, and selfishness.

The flame-haired woman was still beating herself up over it.

In return, she threw herself into her work. A young man had come to her home, burned, so badly that she was planning to head back as soon as she finished here. He would be fine for a few days but he would need a force healing sooner than later. Gianna found herself in a smaller village that was dotted with medical tents. It wasn’t hit as hard as some places, however, there was still plenty of trauma. The battle that had raged on seemed unwilling to spare anyone. Young and old. They all died the same.

Between the Confederacy and the relief efforts Atrisia had to offer they’d actually managed to rig up enough of the battery-powered heaters in the makeshift operating theaters, so that at least, the patient’s blood wouldn’t get too cold anymore. A small AG droid had been reprogrammed and dispatched to ensure that the inclement weather didn’t tear down their moorings. No one wanted the thin structure to come down and inure anyone else.

Before Gianna had arrived, this area had taken to more crude methods of taking care of their wounded. They’d run out of supplies within the first day or so. They weren’t built to withstand a full-scale attack like that. She’d walked into surgeons stapling and gluing injured, with no more emotion than the droid, that kept securing the tent. No one looked up. Her stomach twisted. A few farmers had come by to try and explain what they knew about an explosion at a nearby grain silo. It wasn’t much. Nothing was certain, and the story was delivered with the same, terse recital that the surgeons operated with.

“Something blew in one of the external ports—possibly a large piece of debris from orbit. How it got through the shields. No one knows. The blowout caused a short-circuit in the electrical system. The system monitor shut down the power grid to keep the feedback from ruining everything, but somehow, a container of volatile chemicals spilled, the vapor ignited, and it set off other flammable materials in the supply hold. At least a dozen died in. Then…There was a secondary explosion…”

Gianna stopped him there. She could see his face tighten, skin ashen, with eyes that were tormented. She knew without having to ask that he’d lost someone. Several, in fact. “That’s all right. Thank you—You’ve helped immensely. Take me to those who are most injured and I’ll get started.”

She hadn’t been intending on using the Force so liberally, but here, she didn’t know that she had a choice.

The nigh pacifistic woman felt eyes boring into her back. She turned, slowly, and caught sight of a familiar pair of eyes. Her heart stilled. Words and emotion that she had no name for passed between them. When had he arrived? Gianna was surrounded by so much death and residual fear that it was difficult to feel through it all. She was a light, soft, and sweeping that kept the darkness at bay—But alone? She wasn’t enough to cleanse this place. Not while she had people, with broken bodies, that needed healing. “If you’ve got free hands John—I could use some help carrying supplies.”

An olive branch. It was teeny, tiny, but it was there. John had come. Opened the door. Gianna…Gianna would let him walk through. She had promised never to alter his memories again.

Gianna kept her promises.

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Halcyon Storm
Tag: Alkor Centaris
Objective: Where is Srina Talon?

BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo were miserable and felt the need to make sure everyone knew it. They had wandered, curiously, between shuttles and had somehow gotten themselves lost on the Halcyon Storm. They didn’t know what to do. All the oversized humans kept ignoring them, stepping on them, and it was making the red-hued rabbit droid a little feisty. It was upsetting Bella. He didn’t like that.​

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“Where is Mistress Talon!” ​

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No one answered.​

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The rabbits padded this way and that, holding on to each other, whilst mechanical ears twisted—seeking the voice of their beloved Exarch. She didn’t leave without informing them. She had instructed both to return to Sinners Well or to return to Geonosis. They’d tried. Somewhere along the way it all went wrong. The red-hued model tried to comfort the blue model at his side. “It’ll be okay Ninety. Don’t worry. Everything is all right.” ​

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“I’m scared, Nine-One.” ​

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He hated that she was frightened and upset and there was nothing he could do about it. “Just…Wait here. I’ll try and find someone who can help us. Rest your batteries.” ​

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Bella was reluctant, but eventually, acquiesced. The last time they’d gotten separated for too long one of them died. While Leo was gone exploring, though, she got curious herself. She had happy feet and they didn’t want to stay still. So, she let them lead. Her singular blue photoreceptor took in the sight of a tall humanoid stationed on the bridge. He seemed important.​

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She waddled up to him and wrapped stubby arms around his calf while facial recognition searched for his identity. Alkor. Alkor Centaris. He was strong and scary according to the records. “Mr. Centaris…Have you seen Mistress Talon?” ​

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“I don’t feel so good.”​

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[Kirk Tektus]

Location: Waru Citadel - Kansai, Installation Site
Objective: Facilitate the installation of Life Engines
Wearing: Officer's uniform
Tags: General Kalypso

Kirk was doing some quick research on the locals of Waru and learned of the Keisei, the residents of the region. A matriarchal organization of cultural significance was the gist of who they were. Their natural defenses at the citadel was what made it an installation site. A shuttle had landed within the site and as the ramp lowered, Kirk approached it as the intimidating magna guards positioned themselves to introduce General Kalypso. Kirk stood before him with his hands behind his back standing to attention before easing his stance as the droid general approached him and asked for a report.

"Yes general. If you would follow me." Kirk said as he lead him through the camp.

"We've set up camp here a few hours before your arrival with the Life Engine intact. Right now my team is working on configuring it to Atrisia's atmosphere, we're working out a few kinks and we should be done before sun down. After that we can work on actually getting the thing to terraform. The Keisei who inhabit the citadel have suffered a hit in their food supply, we didn't come as a relief effort so we don't have anything to give. I've asked my comms team to send a distress for supplies but considering you're here we don't have to worry about that."

Kirk brought the general into a makeshift command center "Sorry for the shoddy set up general, we weren't expecting the Ministry of War to come down here so soon."

He then took the droid general to the holomap in the middle. "We marked the locations of other bases including the Jar'Kai relief center and a few camps defended by local planetary forces. We haven't contacted them since our priorities are the Life Engines."

Kirk looked to the general and spoke in regards to General Kalypso's arrival. "If I may ask sir are there any security concerns we need to know about?"​

 

[John Locke]

Location: Artisia
Wearing: This
Objective: Take on the weight of a world
Tagging: Gianna Aegis

A breath he didn’t realising he’d been holding was released, the softest sound, the quietest sigh escaping his lips. There was something, something about his stance that seemed to shift a little as she spoke.

He’d known she’d come, that much was written in stone, an immutable law of the universe. It was just, he hadn’t been sure she’d want to see him. Ever since that day on Naboo they’d barely spoken, had barely seen one another. He wasn’t entirely sure that that wasn’t by design, he just didn’t know whose. Hers or his.

That day, that moment.

Every time John closed his eyes he could see it, see the tears streaming down her cheeks, the fear and shame that shone from those emerald orbs. It was a sight that had seared itself into his memory He could still remember the way his heart had seemed to break as she stared at him, the shattered pieces ground into dust. The pain on her face, it had been too much for him to bear, it was still too much.

He’d done that. He’d done that to her.

That was the mantra that swam round and round in his head, that haunted him. The whisper in the dark of the night, when the world was silent and there was no escape from your thoughts. When the darkness wrapped around you like a silken cloak, when there was no hiding from the questions in your mind. It was a familiar time to John, but where he’d spent the last few months struggling with the feeling that he was missing something, something so important that he felt incomplete without it. Gianna had answered that question, he no longer questioned what was missing in his life he knew that now. It didn’t help. She still wasn’t here.

There was nothing he wanted more than to turn around and see Gianna there, curled up on the couch smiling at him. For the last few months to be nothing more than a bad dream…only it wasn’t. And it was his fault. It was his weakness, his pain that had driven her to act in the first place.

He hadn’t been sure of he could look at the woman without relieving that moment again…but he was reliving it anyway. Torn between the shock of what she’d one, and the dismay of what he’d driven her to. Yet within that, within all that there was one truth that cut through the confusion like a lighthouse.

When he closed his eyes, when he allowed himself to think about it, he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it.

The cyborg had imagined this moment time and time again, constantly throughout the trip here, while he’d been waiting for her. Practicing every word, every gesture till he had the perfect greeting. The perfect greeting. Only…he couldn’t remember what it was. Not a word.

It was like he couldn’t grasp onto any thought, and idea what he had meant to said, they slid through his fingers like a mist. All he could think, all he could focus on was the fact that she was here. She was really here, in front of him, so close he could reach out to touch her. She’d actually come and wasn’t walking away.

She didn’t hate him.

John didn’t even know that had been something he’d thought, that he’d been afraid of but there it was. He wanted to jump, to sing, to cry in relief, but all he could do was just stand there, almost frozen in relief.

Till the question.

It was just a heartbeat before John found his voice again, before life seemed to breathe back into his body. Just a heartbeat of soaking in the sight of Gianna, the sound of her. Just a heartbeat before his lips turned up into a small smile, as he took a step forward, reaching for the supplies.

“I’ve got two here you can have, just tell me where you need them…the supplies.”

It wasn’t quite there, that easy camaraderie that the two of them had shared, the effortlessness of sinking into one another’s company. But it wasn’t gone, it was like a wisp just waiting at the edges of his mind, this sense of contentment that he hadn’t felt in some time. They were here, both of them here and neither had broken down or run away.

It wasn’t much. It was everything.

It was a start, a promise. No matter what had happened, what would happen. He’d be here.

The promise of two hands to help lift the weight of the world if she’d let him.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Location: Atrisia - Ikeda Grove
Tags: Srina Talon │ Junko Ike
Wearing: X
Objective: Bring your Own

Maliphant had been distracted - glancing over the various reports of Atrisia, of what it meant for the Confederacy. He’d written half the reports the news now used, but it didn’t matter - he had to learn every in and out of his new position if he was to truly be useful. For a moment, he considered bringing Cybele on as his assistant - an advisor to the advisor. Quietly, Maliphant laughed at the bureaucratic bloat; but his attention was dragged away from his thoughts as Srina ran her fingers across his.​

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It reminded Maliphant what he did this for, and what he inevitably was here for. A smile dawned on his lips, using that brief moment to lean against her in the seat - to pass on his own message to her. A thousand silent words - just as she had, a love letter written in a nudge.​

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“I would never, Srina.”, he reassured her. She often grew more callous when the pressure grew - and in that way, she was no different than Maliphant.​

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Her persona, that she hid behind was that of the Dread Queen. Stalwart, stoic, beautifully dangerous Exarch of the Confederacy; and just like Maliphant, it was the only face the galaxy knew of her. Only a few, select and sparse people, knew any difference… Maliphant appreciated that he was one of them, but he would never betray that mask for her.​

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She needed it as he needed Maliphant. Now especially.​

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When she asked to walk, he would do what she asked; for the once slave beckoned to a different call now. He would always keep up with her, despite the distance, well fit in his own right from endless days of training with the Telos Holocron; but more lately with Srina herself. He hummed something quiet until the last moment they were there - within sight of the Ikeda Grove.​

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Then it ceased. All joy Maliphant seemed to carry turned into a far more Sithy pride; but his smile was muted. Professionalism, intimidation, it didn’t matter why - what was important was that he matched Srina, was a cohesive presence to her already grand nature. Lowering his datapad, he entered, and didn’t speak.​

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He only followed Srina Talon.​

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While Maliphant offered a soft bow to the Empress, he remained quiet despite himself. His gaze wandering momentarily from the Tiger, to the guards - and meeting more than a few. He quietly considered how, would things turn sour, how he would kill everyone in the room -​

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And when a plan was settled, he offered a tempered, withheld smile as his gaze moved back to watch the meeting, waiting to be addressed - should they require him.​

 

[General Kalypso]

Location: Waru Citadel - Kansai
Objective: Oversee and Facilitate Installation of Life Engines
Model: Ultra Tactical Droid
Voice Configuration: Male
Tags: Kirk Tektus

Kalypso's tall, Phrik frame bent itself forward slightly to enter the hastily set-up command post. Humans never seemed to accommodate for his height, though it was not usual to have an eight foot droid of his proportions everywhere. Indeed, if anything, his creators were to be at fault for designing him so large. There were practicalities and impracticalities to everything. For example, the B2 model droid was practical, as it had no head to cut off, yet at the same time, that meant it had to turn it's entire body to change it's angle, rather than simply swivelling a head.

Tactical Droid and Super Tactical Droids were the smartest of the lot, there was no lie in that. Yet, even the Super Tactical Droid was unable to adapt to and predict change, despite that being what it was designed to improve upon. Atleast, it did in a small amount, more than it's T-Series Tactical Droid predecessors, but they had one thing in common, they were unable to fight. A droideka was hard to disable by most means, but it lacked any secondary processing, it only knew it's orders. BX Droids were highlights, they possessed a little bit from everything. It was second-best at everything, third best, in terms of processing.

Yet the Ultra Tactical Droid, specifically, the prototype known as General Kalypso, out-performed all of the previous models. It honed it's combat skills by sparring against the ones it had brought files up for. It was the equivalent of all of them combined, and greater. Had it been employed in the Clone Wars, as the Supreme Commander of C.I.S. Forces, in place of General Grievous, it had no doubt there would have been the swift and decisive victory that every Super Tactical Droid thought possible.

Comparisons and combat prowess were not essential during reports of rescue operations, however. Instead, the Droid General devoted itself to recording all there was to see through it's third eye. It stepped up to the holomap, straightening it's frame. It's right sensor actually absorbing information, instead of simply recording, as his middle sensor had been tasked with. His processing unit then worked, instantly pinpointing the locations marked on the map in comparison to the local area, as mapped by probe droids by the General's order not long before his arrival. Within seconds he had devised no less than a thousand different scenarios that could lead to direct involvement being necessary with these bases. Very few were notable enough for the droid to store in it's active memory. No more than 20, to be rough.

"You might be interested to know, Major, that this is perhaps one of the better organised Forward Operating Bases I have seen. However, I advise that in future you always be, at the least, expectant and prepared for a visit by the Ministry of War. It involves itself in most military operations, particularly those that are not active battles, as this is. You will find few members of the Ministry of high military rank, and authority as myself, however temporary said Ministerial authority is. I speak for the Minister of War himself, as he is currently occupied in less pressing matters more fit for his position to physically attend."

The droid spoke somewhat condescendingly, yet with more authority than would be typical of a human in his rank, and with the authority he had wielded for such a short time.

"Your distress call was picked up by my Command Ship. There is a Navy Sub-Lieutenant overseeing the distribution of on-planet vital supplies among the villages most in need currently. I advise you begin contact with the nearest camps, and the relief center. We are here to provide aid, and I have chosen your base to act as my current command post until a time when the carriers arrive to provide my Forward Operating Base, and Mobile Command Centre. As to regards for my security, I daresay there were more security concerns before my arrival. Though your concern is noted."

The Prototype took the opportunity to display why he was truly not a security concern. His arms spread out from behind his back, mimicking a stretch to display the four arms he possessed. He then looked down, to his left, and took a bent and otherwise damaged E-5 from a too-clumsy B1 that had thought to assign itself to the General's security detail. He then looked at the E-5, and bent it back into shape, handing it back to the B1 as a strict father might to a fearful son.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Atrisia – [Ikeda Grove]
Tags: Darth Empyrean - Junko Ike
Wearing: X
Objective: BYOO – Meet Atrisia & Her Leaders

“Promises, promises...”, she responded softly to her advisor, knowing, that he would recognize the pale humor that escaped her. It was there. Barely, but she did occasionally express more than frost-bitten barrenness. Srina could feel him smile at her touch. He leaned against her, briefly, and her request was sealed. It was the last vestiges of softness she could afford.

The Confederacy did not need Srina Talon. It required an Exarch, their Dread Queen, and so she would be.

Royalty. Aristocrats. Politicians.

Strange.

The first sight of their hosts caused her to still. Her features were set in stone, and if possible, grew even colder. The softer woman that had taken the time to ensure that Darth Maliphant was never more than a few paces behind her disappeared entirely. She was made of steel, unbreakable, indomitable and not easily impressed. There was very little she had not seen. Very little she had not endured.

The sight of a large feline and Atrisian Officials painted a picture, heartrendingly beautiful, but it was not the reason she had crossed the galaxy. She knew the horrors that echoed through this part of the verse. The reports had detailed enough, more than enough, and such unrest was simply unacceptable. It was not the citizen on top that suffered, but those below, trampled, by the aspirations of the mighty. The Confederacy did their best to protect their people, to shield their worlds, but it was a group effort. They spread their influence to ensure that cataclysmic events were avoided. It was the reason that so many checks and balances existed. From Ministers to Viceroyals—there was an undeniable level of accountability.

As an Exarch she was often questioned by the Viceroy. She only had one solution. Prove them wrong. Time, and time again.

Grey eyes lingered while their hosts shared words. They were deadened, emotionless, and empty. The clear shade of steel hid everything she refused to express with reflective mirrors. The voice that greeted echoed, carried with the Force, and Srina nodded her head politely at the introduction. “Greetings, Junko of the Atrisian Delegation.”

“I am Srina Talon, Exarch, of the Confederacy. This is Darth Empyrean , a colleague, and trusted advisor.”

A battle of silver tongues was sure to ensue. The wintry woman could not hear the exchange that passed between the gilded woman and her Captain, though, as the saying went, Echani eyes missed nothing. If they were speaking where she could see their lips move? That conversation was no longer private.

Regardless, with Maliphant at her side, she feared nothing. Why should she?

She did not miss the sensation of his personality adapting to the situation. The small pieces of contentment he exuded when they were in close proximity tempered themselves into something she deeply recognized. Wars were fought on many levels. With weapons, ships, and on battlefields. They were also fought with words, in offices, or flowering groves just like this one. Even though violence was the furthest thing from her mind—It was a war all the same. Politics.

Maliphant had the presence of mind to bow slightly to their hosts. Srina did not. Neither King, Queen, nor Emperor or Empress, would ever garner that reaction. The tiger was not a concern. She could not bring herself to fear an oversized domesticated cat when she consorted with Sky Demons, and worse, on Ryloth. Both she and her advisor had similar minds. Tactical Superiority. It wasn’t as if she immediately distrusted the delegation. They had given her no reason to.

They still needed to be prepared—For all things.

The poetry that flowed forth left her confused. Finery, in general, confused her. What purpose did bells serve in combat? The chilly Exarch could understand that they held a place in music and ceremony but the overall lavishness of the Ikeda Grove made her feel even more out of place. It was filled to the brim with beauty. Srina held no such thing. She was a warrior, brutal, efficient and often the herald of something shadowy and destructive. What could she possibly say? What words did she hold that could compare to the prose from the woman before her?

Nothing. She had no song. No beautiful words, no sweet flowers, or embroidered kimonos.

The only thing she had was the truth.

“I find that I must disagree. The Ikeda Grove exists without fault in the side of a mountain on a world that has essentially withdrawn from the galactic stage. The recent debacle is damaging. People suffer. But, it is not Coruscant under siege by the Sith Empire.”

Stating that Atrisia wasn’t the “greatest” wasn’t quite true. It was too diminutive, too carefree a word, and it simply fell short. Many would consider this world a paradise. Especially the Grove. Parts of the greenery even reminded her of Eshan. Home. To Srina, that, was perfection.

From poetry, to winning hearts, Srina could only step forward. The slender creature crossed the area with Maliphant in such a way that her feet barely touched the ground. Elegance had been programmed into her genetic code and the inherent grace she exuded was endless. Moving across the stones of was little consequence, but, she would join the few on the pagoda. “Thank you, again, for receiving us.”

“I also must apologize ahead of time. I do not believe that my strengths lie in diplomatic ventures, however, the Confederacy disagrees.”

Srina would follow any instructions required, however, she would move on to the task at hand. Direct and to the point. There was no disrespect intended, moreover, it was simply the way she was. Droids held a far higher capacity to emote than she. “We have begun sending down small complements from orbit to aid the smaller settlements. We have transports waiting to deliver more supplies and manpower that are still passing through your security measures. Our arrival is not an occupation; however, it is a form of annexation as the Confederacy has expanded into this sector. At the present time, we actively seek nothing more than a nominal tax that can be negotiated. We do not like to infringe on the day-to-day operations of the worlds that exist in the territory we gain.”

“You may think my words impolite. I do not possess the poetry that you offered previously. This…”, Srina trailed off, briefly, allowing her gaze to flicker toward Maliphant. It was more than he would have typically heard her say in one singular conversation. “This is honesty. Tragedy, disorder, and instability is a threat to all. If you plan to overcome future hostilities, and come they will, you will need to extend a hand beyond your own borders. My responsibilities in this matter are simple. They lie with the people and the nation of which I serve.”

“Atrisia… Is now part of that sphere. We would prefer to work with the local governing bodies to provide safe, secure benefits, and a way for the world to improve and grow in its own time. Equal and fair profits, tariffs, and inspections of goods both imported and exported. Your military remains your own, however, we would appreciate support in defensive efforts. It is not a requirement.”

Srina paused there. It was a lot of information to digest—And no doubt Junko would like to know more.

 

[Junko Ike]

Location: Atrisia - Ikeda Grove
Tags: Srina Talon Darth Empyrean
Objective: Bring your Own

Junko looked at the two of them and bowed her head as she spoke towards Srina she had taken that initiative. "Do not discount your skill, a diplomat who speaks only direct and truthful is just as useful as one who offers honeyed words and knows how to play courtly games of intrigue." She motioned with one hand for everything to leave them to a distance and the pagoda for meeting was along for the three of them. "And ou are correct, Atrisia has chosen to isolate itself, to recover after the countless problems off worlders have brought. The destruction at Jar'kai was one of the bigger steps but there was also when the CIS came last time that is remembered."

Junko said it and didn't know if she knew as it was a long time ago and a different CIS but the name was important. Her feet going from stone to stone as she walked over the waters to the table and motioned for the others to sit down at the table. "It was from my understanding a different incarnation of the CIS, that can be explained but the common person can view a jedi and sith as the same group swinging sabers and disagreeing violently." She waited for them to sit and slid into the seat as it added a little height so her smaller body at least didn't make her head just sppear over the table. "The aid you brought to us is welcomed and aid helpful."

She didn't know a diplomatic approach to say. 'but don't treat us like we can't feed our people.' That was one of the things mthosdid saying he brought medicine, education and food to the planet. He was the offworld savior with the savages and expected his insults to make them admire him. Junko held a hand out as she touched two small cups. Delicate and thin with a teapot of the atrisian white tea. She poured it for whoever wanted some and spoke. "The military sadly of our world has been devastated. When the sith unleashed a storm and destroyed our first shipyards along with rancor station we lost the initial means of build in system and..."

Again she thought of a way to say it without letting her personal feeling get in the way. "When Mythos left he took our men and ships to serve him. We have never seen them return and only the Dragons Fang remains to defend the system." She pointed up to show the Anshin though. "That was our biggest endeavor to help the people with furnaces for the debris and more means for food production to feed our people. Ship building will be hopefully later but stability is important." Now she could have a little pride as they had worked hard to rebuild and recover. From the small villages which were given better materials to convert and empower them.

"We have worked to create better sustainable housing, hydroponics, molecular furnaces in the villages to handle waste, fuel converters, energy collectors and defensible fortification. New roads that connect the villages to eah other and the major cities, water ways and boats. We have airships being rebuilt which might ot be able to go into space but they also are more affordable for the people to get and use. Internally trade and growth has substantially increased as a foundation. Which moves into the cities that have been getting overhauled by the Guiying clan some of our most renowned generals." She smiled.

"An increase in trade could be useful and the Anshins manufacturing capabilities can be used if it is needed. Our engineers from Horai were trained by Chiss when Akio forged an alliance with them long ago before his passing so they have learned to improve many of the designs we have brought to them. The Refugees we have taken in have contributed as well with zeltrons offering hardlight improvements and a business sense. The tourism districts of the Anshin should be something for the offworlders who want a taste of Atrisia but might not like the lack of some amenities they have on their world." She looked at the man though and he was silent... she hadn't seen him speak which was... a little unnerving and she imagined a bodyguard.

"The rest, taxes and tariffs we can work out hopefully later as for what aid is being brought most of it should be good. Our experiences with offworlders in that regard is hit and miss. The last big group to offer help once they moved on suddenly anything they brought us stopped working and needed to be scrapped for parts." She was taking a small sip of tea and negotiating wasn't always easy but really there was no discord between them and they had opened with the standard.. and were straightly honest. Which she found refreshing. "I hope you enjoy the tea, the white style is one of the finest and we weren't able to use the empresses vintage she suggested because of..."

She could feel in the force with a bare sense. "Cultural differences." The wnes being made from plums harvested within a lightside nexus were not kind to darksiders she knew and while a rare vintage and treat on their world the galaxy at large might not enjoy it. She was typing things on a small datapad and sending the information about what Srina was saying to the emperor and empress still within their different locations. Much safer and maintained some security as Tama had suggested. The ship crashing into the palace had proven them correct enough after all. The jedi princess smiled though finishing it up and seeing a message had been sent regarding Kurenai Yumi in case additional help was needed.