Dominion Tengoku no Koi | CIS Dominion of Atrisia

[Junko Ike]

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

She listened to the man finally speak and didn't express anything with her face. "I am neither the emperor or the empress. I am the delegate sent to meet with you here. I relay what is said to them and they tell me how to proceed." She said it and tapped the datapad bringing it up s a hologram showing the planet with the anshin around it. "I have no illusion, most of the people here don't. We have seen offworlders come. Saving lives mean capitulation, already you have people installing things on the surface to save the primitive world. You have decided what is broken on the world rather then ask and it is what has been expected."

She shifted her eyes but didn't turn towards Kurenai as the woman approached and spoke. "Thank you Lady Yumi." Junko finally turned her head to bow and offer the seat before she spoke. "Please join us." Her head turned back. "Given the choice the answer would be to continue isolation and rebuilding efforts. Past experience has shown we have no choice in the matter and so the commonwealth is being humored. Our choice is to endure and keep enduring as our restoration efforts continue. We have spent nearly a decade recovering from the previous sith attacks against the Galactic Alliance. We have sealed Jar'kai itself behind a wall of light to sterilize the dark taint there without destroying the ruins of the city."

She said it plainly but held up a finger. "However perhaps I am wrong and it would not be the worse thing to be wrong about. Her words were monotone and more just facts, the work of the emperors Jishi era had seen them work hard to restore their world. "We will trade and pay the taxes, the tariffs. Those who fought to aid us should be honored. Their actions earned respect. The people who broke over the wall and entered Jar'kai, the ones who have possibly violated the trust the keisei have in their isolated village. Mythos attack on the planet was very localized, he went for jar'kai, he stayed there and the forces and ship he teleported through our shields stayed there."

She shrugged finally, the closest to something... the attack on the surface had been poorly executed, just pouring a constant stream of people into a destroyed city while the forces of Atrisia itself were able to... stand safely outside the walls and Zanza prepare a wall of light. She had seen first hand mythos was immune to it cause he is mythos he still believed the people of the planet would worship him despite how many he kills so she couldn't stop that. It was the offworlder mentality of a great savior complex. It was what had others from their reports to the emperor and empress and directed to her was happening. Everybody was so happy to find things wrong they didn't ask the people of the world where they might need aid.

She was listening to Srina though, in truth she was wanting to trust her in what she was saying. The First Order had done much the same with Shoma and instituted taxes, tariffs... but they had also helped build the large wall when he pointed out the danger the destroyed city could pose. They had asked what could be done to help which in turned let the world go back to its priorities. The datapad continued to send reports and updates but she was getting the information from the emperor as his hologram stood there. The emperor in gold with thick black hair and salt/pepper facial hair. His words coming out in Atrisian while she could see on the edges of the hologram chamber the other members of parliament.

"Junko it is decided between the royal family and the parliament. Peace is important, work to maintain so we might return to our works on the planet. The Empress will likely be heading out to the grove when it is done." The transmission cut out and she turned her eyes back. "So our answer you wanted is yes, it is easier to work with offworlders and save lives then it is to resist and harm our people." She wanted to say more but negotiations would be a lengthy process. she preferred to have the details be fine and careful as vagueness was usually exploited. It was why they were specific now in talks with different peoples they met. Junko was listening to the white haired woman and her attention remained there.

Kurenai was both helpful or would be... it helped that she was active with Atrisia... her family was here and she seemed to enjoy it. Junko knew that she had one of the estates that use to be a war lords palace from the times they had a thousand different lords. They had been maintained and the most noble of the houses moved into them. The improved roads and self sustaining production facilities they could bring out for producing food were able to be in the different rooms. She knew what they had and would see but she doubted there was much the CIS could offer they didn't already have or could build themselves better.

Her talks about the past were well true, Junko wasn't using it to hold a resentment but it was a statement of facts. It was something there and Voph, the CIs had been brought here because someone hadn't been able to let the past go. They still clung onto it trying to force it to return. "You do not assume but others do. You came here and have learned where we may require aid, you have asked and offered. Others have went off across the planet to help areas that were untouched. The Emperor wishes me to work with you, I have little reason to mistrust you but we do not speak for everyone." She held her hands out though and smiled finally.

"But lets get to the details, the emperor is happy to work with you and the empress wishes to seal the deal as it were. She is arriving in one of the airships so that will take time." Her interest went towards Kurenai to see what she had to say and she was interested in hearing from the other with Srina... he spoke plainly and clearly... maybe didn't need to be sinister but she internally shrugged in her mind. There was only so much you could change or handle... after this she would have to do something. Maybe take her flyer out and clear her head. She had much to do here still though and the reports of what they needed were being flagged from around the wall.

 

[John Locke]

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

It happened before he realised what was happening, before he could even think about it. They’d been at the camp for hours, caught in the seemingly endless rush of patients, of crisis. John couldn’t quite keep them straight in him mind, keep a track of everything going on without the enhancements his cybernetics brought him. Gia though, she was something else, completely in her element standing at the centre of it all, issuing order, advice and care. It almost reminded John of a conductor, standing at the centre of the orchestra. Aware of everything going on around her, always ready with the right piece of advice or the right word of encouragement.

It wasn’t anything like a project where you might be called on to step in, to check in on people once in a while, able to do your own thing, work at your own pace. This was something else entirely, this was a constant crisis, a constant call on your attention having to balance a million different moving parts in your head, to make sure none of them dropped, none slipped. All the while she was moving from one patient to another taking care of their wounds, offering words of encouragement and that little light of the force to alleviate their pain and speed the healing. Patient after patient, hour after hour.

John knew he couldn’t do it himself, knew that right here in this place he was little more than an extra pair of hands. Almost useless, a liability. He knew how to strip an engine, could take the parts lying around them and construct a droid, a medical imager, practically anything you could think of. But right now, he was useless, and that wasn’t something that John was used to…but…but. It gave him a chance to stand back, to discover this facet of the Jedi, to let the image of her sink in.

Gia cared, that was obvious after spending 5 minutes with her, it didn’t matter who you were or where you came from. The Knight cared about people in a way John had never seen before, never really experienced. She had this way of turning her attention on you, so you felt that you were the only person in the universe. That you mattered.

He could see how her patients responded to her, the way they sat up just a little straighter, the way they tried to smile. You could mark the woman’s passage through the makeshift hospital by her wake, by the patients who seemed more relaxed, who seemed healthier, more positive. When John had to leave, to retrieve another box of supplies, to help fiddle with a heater he knew he could always find her. Could hear the whispers of people thanking her, thanking the force, their lucky stars for her arrival.

The thing is, on anyone else it would have worked, this petit figure in a blue dress with pink flowers embroidered onto it. Dressed in an overlarge sweater its arms secured up, an apron wrapped around her waist. Yet Gianna pulled it off with the same soft calmness that was so much a part of who she was. Here, right now in this moment, this place? She belonged. It made him smile, his heartbeat with pride, with a content happiness to watch here there, nodding at the patients they passed as he worked, lost in the woman’s shadow as she worked, a ghost of the light she exuded.

The light that never seemed to fade, no matter the number of patients who passed under Gia’s hands, no matter the number of hours she spent working. The light never dimmed, the woman a beacon of calm and care in the middle of the hospital, a sun drawing them all into her orbit. And yet. And yet. John had seen this before, could recognise the strain showing in the edges of her eyes, could feel the exhaustion creeping up on her, yet she never seemed to waver. There was a task at hand, there were people who needed her and the Jedi would never be found wanting, despite his growing worry and concern.

It was perhaps that resolve that steadiness that caught John by surprise. He hadn’t spotted the guard, the man’s stoic demeanour covering up his wound from most eyes, from everyone else at the hospital, but not the Jedi’s. Once she set her mind to something, well Joh could have told the man that his chances of arguing or convincing her to leave him alone were non-existent. The light, the force it was the same as ever, but after, that was when it changed. It wasn’t much, that step back almost a stumble, that look on her face forced. It was a small thing but it was her eyes, the smile didn’t quite reach those emerald orbs.

John didn’t remember moving, didn’t remember thinking about it, he just remembered the shock a moment of panic flushing through his body like adrenaline. His arm came up, was wrapping around the woman’s waist instinctively, catching her weight.

It was the only move he made as he gently pulled her away from the guard towards the door, arm curling around her as he pulled the woman closer to him. He could feel the strain in her body, the exhaustion just staved off by her pure willpower. Every fibre of the man’s body wanted to wrap his arms around her, to settle her down on one of the beds. And yet, to do that, to let his worry and panic show…he couldn’t. Gia had brought light and care to this hospital, but more than that she’d brought that most precious of gifts. Hope. It wasn’t just her patients, you could feel it a change in the ai, of the way the nurses and doctors worked, the patients talking to one another, helping one another.

John knew how important that gift was, how tenuous it was. To see Gia falter, even just for a moment could bring the delicate support she’d built crashing down. He couldn’t do that, not after the effort she’d expended helping the people here. All he could do was match her, forcing a smile onto his face, only his dark eyes showing the worry, the concern that thrummed through his entire being. The slight tightening of his arm the only physical sign.

At least until one metallic hand pushed back the tent door, the cold hitting John like a wall, like a physical blow. Only that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered apart from the woman at his side, who had given everything, every part of herself to help the people in the tent.

“Hey, no collapsing on me, if you wanted to dance, you just needed to say.”

As a joke, it was a lame attempt at humour, the man’s teeth sinking into she soft flesh of his lower lip as his head turned. John’s breath frosted the moment her breathed you, dark eyes examining Gia’s face as he let the tent door fall shut behind them, trapping that precious warmth inside, leaving the pair of them alone. Almost alone.

Even out here there were still people walking, guards, medics and patients bustling about. Even now the need to check on her warred with the desire to not give a lie to the woman’s mask. John pulled his eyes away from the redhead’s face, flicking around urgently. Right there, a bench. Just afew steps, his arm his entire being urging her one as he looked back, voice dropping low. A whisper only meant to reach her ears.

“Are you ok?”

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Location: Imperial Palace, Jar'Kai, [Ruins of] the Forbidden City
Objective: Coordinate Relief Efforts
Tags: Shamira Karuto | Scàth Mhaolàin | Open

Vytal traced a supply line route through a forested region as she guided a field unit toward certain peril to clear the way. When the bandits were in sight, she closed the comm channel and left the women and men to their work. Sadly much of the supplies used to treat innocent civilians could fetch a very high price, especially to the very people the supplies had been intended for in the first place. Worse, some simply wanted to set themselves up as the valiant heroes while doing little of the work or expenditure to acquire those supplies.

The Nightmother's gaze lifted from the holo-map when Shamira set a few crates down nearby. "You've done well, Sister." The Dathomiri Witch returned Shamira's smile. "Were even the spirits aware the extent of the damage that would result from the recent skirmish, we could have all prepared." Perhaps the Mandragora would have shown up to mitigate the plight inflicted on the world. Sadly, meddling with the course of temporal events was far too dangerous -- it was not a forbidden subject, but it was practically unusable in most cases.

"There are many villages and towns in need of aid." Vytal's green eyes strayed back to the map. "I recall your creation is rather potent. We should send the bulk of it to regions with the grievous of injuries."

It was fortunate Shamira had taken to creation of healing supplies -- among other things. The Apothecary services of the Mandragora were one they supplied quite often to the Confederacy to justify its and the Knights' expediture for the sake of the Witches. Healing posed no risk in upsetting the Balance, so they supplied such things freely. The most potent of which, however, required time and resources as Shamira implied.

"Are you well?" Hopefully the young woman wasn't taxing herself too far in her arduous task.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: IKeda Grove Atrisia
Tags: Junko Ike Srina Talon Darth Empyrean
Attire: Kimono
Objective: Negotiations

She gave a small nod to both Srina and Junko, but waited until the latter had finished before sitting down. Not hat she didn't thick the women wouldn't allow her to sit, but more just out of respect. "Thank you for having me". She took a seat just off to the side, equally between both parties, a sign of her being apart of both the CIS and the Commonwealth. She sat and listened as both side conversed, catching up on what they had discussed a little earlier and getting a general idea of mood established before her arrival.

She could see some disagreements between both parties as well as some concerns about the CIS overstepping a little. It was understandable, no nation really enjoy others entering their domain and doing their own things, regardless if they where here to help. The Atrisian people were a proud race that had stood on their own feet time and time again without outside help as well as held many traditions. The somewhat sudden arrival of the CIS could and probably would have an effect on such a way of life.

"Ms Talon, Junko does make a few just cases, though you do have good intention and wish to help Atrisia perhaps it would have been more tactful to properly sort out negotiations before other CIS personal arrived". "Some, more so those of a traditional mind set, could get the wrong idea from the current actions being conducted". Sudden industrialization to more remote part, while in theory good did threaten to stabilize the unique committees that had been living by themselves just fine. "To others they may feel sold out and may loose some trust in the ruling government if a foreign force comes in without restrictions and begins reformation". "You have to understand that this planet hasn't had a good track record with off worlders and the CIS is not the first to offer aid and preach being their in peace".

"That being said", Her gaze turning back to Junko "I do believe that the CIS will benefit Atrisia in many ways, and with me holding a seat on the Master Council of the Knights of Obsidian I can make sure that the sovereignty of Atrisia will not be violated my military personal". "In addition as Ms Talon has stated I have personal seen and participated in many operations to bring other worlds into the Confederacy". "During most the CIS personal present have conducted themselves professionally and without incident". She hoped her point would help alleviate any assumption on both sides, though it seemed Junko and in turn the Empress and Emperor were content to work with the CIS. In addition this would be the first time Kurenai would meet the Empress in person, she sort of look forward to it but in the back of her mind there was always a slight worry. She couldn't predict the future and along with some other personal knowledge couldn't be sure things would run smoothly.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Tag: Junko Ike │ Kurenai Yumi │ Srina Talon

“I would be the first to apologize for overstepping our boundaries, Lady Ike.”, Maliphant offered with a slight smile.​

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“The Confederacy doesn’t want inaction to hurt more than action could - and our goals were entirely focused on the pragmatic angle; though I will take personal fault for not considering the cultural, or sovereign implications of such a move.”, he offered, while a free hand moved to his chest - as though it hurt his heart to speak such words.​

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It didn’t, but the sentiment was there. His other hand was focused elsewhere, however - as Srina had pressed her own against his. He could feel that quiet need for reassurement, a rock in tension; and while he wanted to offer her so much more, he knew the timing was inappropriate. Gently, his pinky slowly wrapped around hers and locked itself - so she could feel his emotions, feel everything she needed through that physical contact, as only an Echani could. Empaths of the skin, of the fight as they were.​

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“But thank you, for humoring me. A ‘yes’ means more than you know.”, he offered with a quiet laugh before turning his attention to Kurenai, though he was vaguely concerned if she was asking for a position on the Council, or already had one. He wasn’t sure the dynamic, as much as he should have, so he decided to avoid the comment entirely;​

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“I believe Miss Yumi would be a great option to help lead relations with Atrisia - as she is certainly the most familiar with the culture, and its needs.”, he nodded with a glance between those at the table.​

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“Be it the rebuilding, or otherwise. While the Empress comes to the grove, would you want me to bring up the Articles of Confederation, to glance over at your own pace?”, he asked with a cock of his brow.​

 

[Laertia Io]

Laertia and Westenra were back to back, fending off assaults from white robed Shinobi on all sides in the deserted street, who came at them with knives, with katanas, with kusarigamas and of course, needles,

Westenra went for sheer disabling blows, taking full advantage of her strength to brutally cast aside half a dozen at a time, at times grabbing and using their own weapons against them, but always non lethally. By contrast, if Laertia spared someone, it was purely by accident.

That said, Laertia was having far more trouble. She just wasn't used to spear fighting, and sported dozens of nicks on her armor already essentially having to relearn her Form One in the middle of battle, and paying for it gradually. Only her immense physical strength, the fact she had gained enough experience points in The Atrisia Thread to choke a fething Rancor, that chain gun she occasionally peppered the enemy with, and the fact that, for all their deadliness, these Shinobi were, at best, equivalent to Level 19 characters in Skyrim (She was Level 40) kept her in the game.

She had, on the plus side, discovered her Father's appreciation for Shishkabobbing people, impaling three at a time and using them as a club against the others present, their flesh not only being cut, but frozen on contact with her spear blade, using her jet pack to impale more, flinging them around. Laertia struggled to control her frustration. She had come to this world to look for her family, yet here she was, stuck killing Shinobi (an act that had long ago lost its mystique for her) again.

All she wanted was her family, her ship, and to leave this place. She wanted to snuggle with her rabbits and pet them and whisper in their long furry ears that she loved them and that she was so sorry she left them. She wanted Moya to comb her hair while she did this.

The Silver Needles stood in the way of that...

Laertia was not sure how long she was there, impaling people like Gary Oldman, before it was The Master Shinobi himself that was attacking them, a whirlwind of needles and Katanas that was extremely difficult to defend against. But however good a fighter he himself was, he apparently was a poor teacher, as all his warriors were dead or thoroughly knocked out cold with broken bones by Westenra, who was visibly disturbed by what she had done.

The Master's katanas swiped for both their throats and skulls as they manuvered around his deadly spins, unpredictably pin-balling between surfaces to attack them, managing to destroy Laertia's chain gun and damage part of her Jetpack thruster with a single, elegant slash, evading their counter attacks just as elegantly. But Laertia had had enough, and just as he executed another flip that carried him far away from the two, Laertia teleported her spear out of her and made it reappear in the path of his flip, pointing downward. The spear caught him through the hip in mid air as it fell and pinned the screaming Shinobi to the ground, his wound frozen solid.

Laertia teleported over to him, joined seconds later by a sprinting Westenra.

"Do we have to kill him?" The biot asked as she stared at the helmeted Laertia who teleported the spear out of him.

Ordinarily Laertia would have stuck him and that would have been the end of it. Three things held her back from this. She had not wanted this fight, and was trying to be a good Jedi by not killing everything in sight unless necessary. The second reason was that if they were this obsessed with her, they might have been concerned with her ship and its passengers. The third was Westenra's puppy eyes as she pleaded for his life.

Westenra did some damn good puppy eyes. They were like, perfect. Like, totally.

Grabbing him by the throat, she neck lifted him off the ground hoisting him high above her. Westenra saw this and unconsciously bit her lower lip, intrigued...

"Wherrz muh Frennd? Wherrz muh rabbitz, anndz wherrz iz myy shippz?" the brain damaged Jedi snapped at him, grip tightening.

"Your ship has been taken far into the mountains..." the Master Shinobi struggled to get out through the intense pain and his trachea slowly compressing. "To Kuraokami's Shrine in Amaterasu's Garden, a forest within those mountains...your...machine...may have been aboard. We do not know. We didn't take it. Someone beat us to the punch."

"Moya." Laertia growled lethally. "Iz myy frenndz. Notz masheen. Notz masheen innz anny wayyz."

Laertia's grip tightened to the point the man lost consciousness from air loss and tossed him aside.

"Yooz knowwz ov dhis shryne?" Laertia asked curtly.

"Yes. I can lead you to it. Its reachable by shuttle."

"Gudz. Pruhparez..." Laertia replied, looking at the unconcious foes.

"But foyst...sweetz lootz..."