The Galactic Alliance Dominion of Belsavis

[Marcello Matteo]

Objective D
Allies: GA
Enemies: World Razer ([member="Jacen Voidstalker"])

Bright blue eyes surveyed the rather expansive lower-level of the Tomb. The entity referred to as the World Razer had a presence within the Force, but it seemed curiously subdued until the precise point at which the Rogue Master had entered its prison, its, perhaps, final resting place. The amount of pure energy that swelled off the stone and steel walls of the cavernous space stifled even Marcello's senses for a moment.

"Marcello Matteo." The Rogue Master paused for but a moment. Perhaps in his youth the prospect of speaking with a glowing entity hellbent on the destruction of the galaxy would have resonated with his soul as a memorable experience of some sort. He might have regarded this as a profound interaction in those days. However, the decades of war, loss, success, pain, and pleasure only created one reality for the Naboo native. Nothing was impossible.

"I represent many and no one at the same time. I'm merely the servant of an ideal. An ideal that, I think, you would see destroyed were I to set you loose upon the galaxy." Marcello was making an assumption, but the World Razer's history had been written in blood eons ago.

 

[Elaine Thul]

5/37
Objective: C

Elaine got her scout troops to start locating all near by tunnels, as they reported back she marked it on a holo map. So the Howlers would have that point reference as well, so if they did come out they could fire at them with out issues. She also had platoons of infantry going to each tunnel position as they where found, so she could free up scouts to carry on looking for them. Though soon she would venture forth into main tunnel, at the moment half of her power armoured troops where stationed just outside it to repel any attacks, the rest where around her. She soon realized her man power was spreading thin, She order her scouts, to take up positions overlooking the whole area, to advise her commander what was happening. She had made her mind up, it was time for her and her housecarls to move in to main tunnel.

Captain Kalias it is time to move in to main tunnel, we try push them out of other tunnels. Know remember this and seek and destroy mission, there are Jedi here, and we only got enough medics to help out our own. He looked at her, and said You know there is no reason for you to go down with us. She nodded and replied Yes but it is my duty, know get your men organized into fire teams, for when we split off down different tunnels. Then when your ready come and get me. He head off to organize his men, as they would need to keep ammo supplies up for thul reapers, so main infantry body would be running supplies for them. This woukd have to get each team up and running, and also stop the enemy being able to do rear attack as easily.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Sam Kazroy"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member=Abel] [member="Ayme Katash"] [member="Sam Kazroy"] [member="Michael Byrnwulf"] [member="Trix Bastin"]
Objective B
Post 8/37 [Yes 37 everyone, we're going for 150 and everyone can do up to 1/4]

In this state, something approaching a battle trance, Jacen could still feel fear. Maybe not in the usual away. It was akin to feeling the shadow of an emotion. It would affect him, but he was still aware of a faint, icy touch in hi gut. That base reaction to the predators he could not see.

The growl came before the attack, which saved his group. Up on a ledge above them, hunkered down and ready to launch itself, Jacen's lightsaber gave it pause as he turned and brought it up. The Tukata turned and ran along the ledge, blaster bolts peppering the masonry around it. Within moments the group had lost sight of it.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Abel"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Sam Kazroy"] [member="Ayme Katash"]

There was a flash of red to Trix's right.

She slashed the saber down, both hands wrapped firmly about the grip, and felt flesh give way. The wounded creature shrieked and vanished back into the darkness.

Trix was already pivoting, driven entirely by the instinct she now recognised as the Force, to sweep her blade around and upwards. It struck the face of a second creature mid-launch, neatly carving away half of its twisted face. Thick clots of steaming black blood showered down on Trix, momentarily blinding her as it streaked across the face of her googles.

Trix back-pedalled, clutching the hilt of the saber close to her chest to avoid lopping the limbs off her armoured allies where they fought in a mindless frenzy against the swarming beasts. Her left hand clawed at her goggles, trying to scrape the black gunk free, as the back of her booted heels hit the edge of the cramped earth tunnel.

She succeeded in clearing enough of the goop in time to see three of the red blips peel off from the larger group and bound towards her. Trix snarled and once again gave into instinct, ducking her shoulder to allow the first beast the sail clear past her, and snapping the red blade up from left hip to cut the second creature into two smouldering chunks.

She had started to rotate the saber back around, her inexperience with the longer blade slowing her drastically, when the third creature slammed into her chest. The air rushed from her lungs, the saber flying free of her fingers and thrumming off into the distance. Trix heard someone screaming profanity as the creature's yellow teeth bounced off her neck guard, unaware that the stream of sound was bubbling up from her own throat. A claw bit deep through mesh into the unprotected skin between her shoulder pad and upper arm piece, sending a lance of white hot pain streaking down her right side.

Trix dragged a shiv free from her belt with her left hand and punched at the creature, driving the tip of the weapon into its neck, its chest, anywhere grey flesh gleamed in the weak light. More black blood fountained, the sour stench of it overwhelming, before the weight of the monster dropped away.

She reeled in place for a moment, barely keeping her feet, before swaying about to face the last remaining beast.

 

[Saffron]

Plawal Rift
Omega Pyre - Star Caf
Arceneau Trade Company - PharmaTech
6/37

"What has the Omega Pyre representative have to say?" Saffron would ask, turning her profile to the lumbering Morodin beside her. He was well over fifteen meters in length, and he could only communicate through a series of growls. However, Saffron's very faint Force ability allowed her to be able to communicate with the Morodin without having to result in tonal growls.

[ The vines do well. They will welcome to try bio-chemical tending. ]

For the longest, most misunderstood the Morodin. Some even hunted them, believing them to be mere lumbering beasts. However, they were more than that. Hundreds were now working alongside PharmaTech, given plots of land to stimulate the growth of new mutations and a more bountiful crop. Here in Belsavis, it was no different. If Omega Pyre would use their technology they had advanced for StarCaf, all the better.

"Good." Saffron would say, coming to a stop before a geldensun apple tree. The lumbering yellow Morodin slowed his six footed stride.

"A contract with StarCaf and Omega Pyre would benefit us."

 

[Choli Vyn]

Objective! : SPACE

[member="Loske Matson"]

7/37

"You got it!" Choli said with a thumbs up. Well this ought to be good. The Pebble drone beside her gave a stream of beeps and boops that suggested she reconsider this idea. By then it was too late, Choli had already taken off to try and claim a starfighter to use.

Her feet pounded on the ground, and she gave a rushed glance around. Seeing a mechanic, she tapped his shoulder. It was a Rodian male.

"Is there a spare one to use?" she gestured, pointing to the starfighters.

"What?" he gave her the most bewildered look. As if the notion of anyone asking for a spare starfighter was rather... odd. And strange.

Because it was!

"You aren't even in your flight suit!" he exclaimed, then shoved her towards the lockers.

"Change first!"

"But I..." she only had five minutes! Apparently, she would be required to change first. Gorram it! Her lips drew thing. Why did one need a flight suit to fly?! Kurt didn't need one!

A bit of rebellion rose within her breast. Panning her attention around the hanger, Choli narrowed her gaze upon a free starfighter being prepped.

"Well, the early mynock catches the energy stream!" she said. Yes. She was going to do it. She was going to abscond away with someone's starfighter.

Hopefully this wouldn't get her into TOO much trouble.

"Come on Arr-Two!" she told him, heading for that particular starfighter at a deadsprint.

 

[Elaine Thul]

6/37
Objective: C

Elaine and her Housecarls started to march into the main tunnel, the Esh-Kha where ready for them in a defensive position. They opened fire on her men, the first couple went down, under the initial barrage. Then they faced the full might of the thul reaper in hands of a veteran soldier in power armour, as they let rip the Esh-Kha where quickly shredded into nothing more than mince meat. Then the first fire team of housecarls began to run round the corner, to mop up the next lot before they could raise an alarm. These were more or less walking tanks, armed to the teeth. As she came to the first barricade, she had step over what was little more than warm gooey red pile of blood. She was seeing then next fire team getting ready to take over the first. This rotation was necessary to keep them all with ammo, then as she one them fire agl from grenade launcher which was attached to the power armour. The corridor began to fill with smoke, she could not venture much further a she had no breathing apparatus so she have to wait for it to clear. though other troops pressed forward. The Esh-Kha where being smoked out, it was only question of time know which hole they came out of.

 

[Jsc]

Detour
BYOO - p4

Sam had taken a detour.

Yet when the wall had slipped shut behind her? Few would have considered it a curtsy. Now Sam was separated from Jacen's group and she could hear only their screams through the cracks.

"Damn it! How could this have happened?"

She slammed a fist against the trick wall and cursed the architects who built this place. Turning her helm slowly she eyed the passage beyond. When the new wall had fallen in place? She had only one option left to her. Forward.

.....

She peered just around corner. Slowly. Letting the slow blinking lights of the dark corridor flood over her helm. The tepid dripping of the emergency lights against a whole corridor of blackness. The flashing illuminated only smallest bits of the pathway ahead. Enlightening her eyes to the broken glass and the overthrown tables that lay just beyond.

This arena had been an impromptu lab. Not for the Old Ones but for the Vanguard. The most recent visitors to this forsaken place. Yet, the distress of her broken new scenery told a terribly old story too. These people had been attacked. And something had carried off the bodies as well.

"Strange. I sense... The Darkside here. Not like with the abominations. Something... natural."

Kaz slipped out from the shadows and stepped quietly into the ancient lab. Her suit slipping between the blinking light and the all engulfing darkness. She disappeared from time to time. Her rifle dropping back into blackness. Her armored boots creeping slowly over the chipped glass.

"Something... Is still here..."

As the white emergency lights stuttered overhead Kaz told cover behind a broken lab terminal. Searching the corners of the grand room for her last remaining clue.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are..."

She mused with a smirk. Yet something else in the room was now smirking too,

grrr

...

And she wouldn't even see it coming.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Marcello Matteo"]
Objective D

There was silence for a few moments. An ancient consciousness, far beyond the consideration of mortals was pondering.

"WELCOME MARCELLO MATTEO. IT HAS BEEN AN EON SINCE I WAS FREE. FAR BEYOND THE MEMORY OF YOUR KIND. GENERATIONS WITHOUT NUMBER. DO YOU REALLY THINK ANY VERSION OF HISTORY YOU HOLD CONTAINS THE FULL TRUTH?"


Objective B
9/37

One of the soldiers panicked first. One of the young ones. Once he fired at shadows the others joined in. Jacen couldn't see anything in the darkness, just the hint of movement.

"Hold fire!" the sergeant called. Jacen swapped his saber for a rifle. He closed his eyes. Opening his senses to the Force his aim slowly swung back and forth.

Jacen pulled the trigger once.

The beast slid to a halt before them. One neat hole in the front of its head. Its skin gradually returned to a dark grey.

"Be advised, creatures have some kind of adaptive camouflage skin. Switch to thermal," he said into his comm.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Objective: B
Post: 4

Trix blinked, shook her head, then blinked again. The tunnel was warping about her, gently rolling from side to side, though she was certain her feet were solidly on the ground.

Didn't even...have a gorram drink for once in my life.

The thought was as sluggish as the movement of her right hand as she lifted it before her eyes. The glove seemed twice the size of the other, the red heat of her fingers through her goggles stretching out like giant noodles. Trix flopped the fingers around, battling the sudden urge to giggle as they wiggled back and forth before her eyes.

She was so distracted flapping her hand she didn't notice the remaining sithspawn stalk forward, fangs bared, its skin rippling with the reflected patterns of the tunnel. Nor the two GADF troopers, one bearing the stripes of a Sergeant, materialise behind her.

The two troopers opened fire, tearing great gaping wounds in the creature with burst rounds from their rifles. It flailed violently under the onslaught, screaming out its defiance, before dropping to the ground and twitching to stillness.

Abruptly the troopers were before her, the one with Sergeant tabs batting her hand away from her face. The other unceremoniously shoved her goggles up onto her forehead, clutching her chin in one hand and flashing a bright light into her eyes with the other.

Trix tried to tell them to get off her, her tongue like cotton wool in her mouth. The words came out slurred and barely audible.

"Geert erf...mar."

"Toxin," the medic was saying to the Sergeant. The light flickered off. Deft hands ripped the mesh at her right armpit open, probing at the deep wound the sithspawn had left.

Trix felt her legs tremble, momentarily overcome by a wave of violent nausea, then found herself kneeling in blood spattered dust. The medic was still hovering over her, spraying a bitter smelling liquid directly in the wound.

"Treat her then check the rest of the squad," the Sergeant had shipped his rifle. "I'll call this in."

Trix struggled weakly in the medic's grip as thick white foam, another liberal dose of the foul liquid, and a field bandage were applied to her upper arm. There was a sharp prick at her neck, and the hiss of a canister discharging, before the medic let out a satisfied grunt and walked away.

"Bastard," Trix drooled for lack of anything better to say, lolling forward to fall on her face.

Her right hand planted in the dirt, surprising her, before the fog in her head started to dissipate. She jerked her chin, flicked her unruly mop of white-blonde hair back from her face, then spat foul black blood to one side.

As she rose to her feet, her head pounding in time to the dull throbbing of her right arm and shoulder, Trix spat out another mouthful of blood.

Gorram bastard Sith.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Saffron]

Plawal Rift
Omega Pyre - Star Caf
Arceneau Trade Company - PharmaTech
8/37

[ We can set up a meeting with an Omega Pyre and Star Caf Representative. ]

Saffron gave a nod. "Please do." she replied, giving a soft smile. Turning from the towering Morodin, the blonde clone panned her gaze towards the Ho'din botanists moving throughout Plett's area.

They were vital to the Eden Project. Their pharmacological techniques, combined with the eventual restoration of Moltok's ecosystem, allowed them to survive and prosper as a civilization. Other forms of technology were strictly regulated on Moltok, though off-world Ho'Din accepted them as a necessary evil when used on other, already "damaged", planets. Exports of Ho'Din plants and medicines made Moltok a very wealthy planet. Much of this wealth was spent in rejuvenating planets with damaged ecosystems, or creating "garden worlds" where all could commune with nature.

Plett's Wall still retained the efforts of the Ho'Din Jedi of long past. He had originally created a small compound with a four-storied tower, inner courtyard, and laboratory, all surrounded by extensive gardens. He also had converted a number of caverns into greenhouses for his experiments. Underneath the compound, he developed a crypt accessed through thermal vents. This Jedi in lore had spent his time genetically tailoring many plants to the rift's unique conditions of geothermic heat, low light, and microclimates of high acidity.

In its place, PharmaTech would take over the valley and began building a biodome of similar design, but far larger and suited for Belsavis' micro-climates. Geothermal energy and other sustainable resources would be used to power the area.

Indeed, it was only the beginning.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Objective! : SPACE
[member="Loske Matson"]
9/37

Choli climbed into the cockpit of the star-fighter. The worried series of beeps and boops followed by a loud chitter from R2-D9 suggested he really didn't think this was a great idea.

"You coming or not?!" the young brunette would call out, picking up the helmet she had found inside and slipping it on. Okay, I can do this! The small pop talk may not me much, but it gave her a little bit of courage. The Pebbledrone gave a hoot, a grumble as his dome spun to the right. Rolling under the starfighter, he sent a series of beeps for Choli to bring him up to the astromech pod.

"On it!" she told him, looking at the controls. Okay... OKAY. This is just like a smaller ship. And a bit more tight. Drawing her lips tight, she began to flip toggles. Every cockpick and pilot console was relatively the same, it was just condensed. Having worked on Incom starfighters before, Choli knew where things were at.

A small elevator came down to bring the Pebbledrone up. "Time is ticking!" The canopy began to slide shut over her.

Oh stars! This was really happening!

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Trix Bastin"]
Objective: B

Whilst Trix had been meandering through the venom-induced haze, Jacen's team had cut back across a side passage and come upon her team. Not deliberately, the passages were simply long and dark and they had favoured to route with the greatest light.

Had it been anyone else, Jacen might have laid a reassuring hand upon the Padawan. However, he preferred to keep his finger bones intact.

"Oh no," he said, getting between her and the direction of the action. "Poison from an unidentified Sithspawn from tens of millenia ago? You're getting fully checked before you go forwards."

He lifted a finger to his comm unit. "[member="Avalore Eden"], have you got some healers at the forward base? My Padawan has discovered some new and exciting toxins for you to look at."

 

[Avalore Eden]

Medical Tents - Forward Command

"Oh, finally, something other than gruesome wounds to look at," Avalore replied after a beat, "I'm up to my ears in papercuts and scraped knees. Send the pup in."

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Trix Bastin"]

 

[Saffron]

Plawal Rift
Omega Pyre - Star Caf
Arceneau Trade Company - PharmaTech
10/37

Each BioDome's Headquarters holds numerous offices, conference rooms, meeting halls, and other amenities that such a building would hold. Within these Headquarters are also several small hangar bays for shuttles and the like to land. This particular one was set to work alongside the tundra of Belsavis and flow down the valley.

Due to the difficulty of being able to land capital ships upon Belsavis' surface, a small orbital station was being towed in from the nearby system. It was of the MandalMotors design, a MT 3000 Fuelling Station. While not a full trade center, it would provide a venue for fuel and shuttle service, along with all amenities. Which led to the starport in the valley. It was rather size able, capable of handling over a several shuttles more than a dozen large transport ships, which often dock there to deliver supplies. The Starport is used daily in order to ferry workers to and from any orbital stations daily. Arceneau Trade then provides free transport to and from the surface at regular intervals. Besides this, the Starport receives visitors, dignitaries, and supply ships.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Avalore Eden"] [member="Trix Bastin"]

"Something other than a brutal wound..." Jacen repeated quietly. His eyes started on the rapidly drying blood stains down Trix's neck.

"Right...she'll be with you shortly," he said more promptly. "Trix, go with Private Deckard and get back through the checkpoints to the FOB. [member="Avalore Eden"] is waiting. She can probably get the toxin out of your system, or at least let us know what the effects are!"

 

[Loske Treicolt]

OBJECTIVE: A

Loske’s ignorance to reality was stronger than her biologically injected mother’s. Where Kiskla’s own self confidence refuted the pressing weights of responsibility and the strict nuances of the galaxy, Loske was oblivious and ignorant from pure naivety stemmed from inexperience. The fact that [member="Choli Vyn"] was not a pilot and was about to belch from the belly of the Indomitable into the plasma streaked space was not something she considered bad. It wasn’t even something she seemed to consider at all.

The blonde pilot was now focused in carrying out her almost automated actions. Avionics chord plugged in, the helmet that nestled on her head was now picking up the frequencies from other pilots already launched into the fray.

In space, brilliant billows of orange and yellow flames exploded from the Vanguard’s guns. Known to the opposition, The Galactic Alliance’s pilots were allergic to dying to the wings of the dark side, or the weapons of their horrible machines.

The name of the game was to out-twist, out-last, and out-fly — while releasing an onslaught of the galaxies seven hells in the meantime.

Bright eyes drifted from her panel, content with the checks she’d run herself. “Hey,” she patched through to the identified star fighter the brunette kid had lodged herself into. Several other pilots were also preparing for departure, and this message went out to all of them.

“We release together, pulling a hard Mark 5 on exit. Our objective is to destroy the command ship — disable as many other capitals out there too.

Once out for six counts, peel out in pairs and do what we can to engage and enrage.”

She exhaled heavily, reaching up to cue the mark for her to go green as the canopy sealed her into her pilot’s seat. “Watch the fighters. They’re like flies to our honey.”

The green was given, and the blue fighter crept forward, making sure to follow the glow sticks that were waving her to the mouth of the hangar for her exit. In V-formation, other fighters fell behind the first lieutenant’s wings - each of them marked green to go. Thrusters engaged, she launched forward. As soon as she tipped over the lips of their hull, she activated the servomotor control which cued the previously flat wings expanded to attack position; affording her wingtips a larger fire area.

Deflector shields up, Loske was officially now buried amid the glistening streamers of light in the fight. The battalion loomed up ahead, peppers of fighters her own size screaming toward herself and her team. She grit her teeth, rolled her phalanges on her joy stick and spiralled into action, targets locking as quickly as they’d found her.

The first blast from her canon indicated her activity in the aerial dogfight had begun.

 

[Ayme Katash]

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Objective B

Darkness, pressure, and a growing pain filled Ayme's senses as she struggled back to consciousness. Her mind attempted to fill in the blanks. She could smell the blood and a putrid combination of burning flesh and metal. She frowned attempting to process where in the hell she was. The sound of screeching metal brought her mind snapping back to the present. Blue eyes flew open and just as quickly squinted against the light and pain.

The body of one of the beast lain across her chest and thighs. With a groan Ayme lifted her neck as far as it could go and looked at the carnage surrounding her. She could see her lightsaber next to her right hand as it probably fell from her limp grasp. She could remember fighting, she thought she was winning. Given that she was the only one in her immediate vicinity that was breathing she assumed she was mostly correct.

Ayme closed her eyes and pressed her left palm against the cold metal body above her and pushed enough to roll away. She slowly rose to her feet wobbling the entire way. With a final deep breath she gripped the lightsaber in her hands and reached out to find the rest of the group. With a smirk she could sense her masters presence and his slight annoyance at her disappearance.

"Right right, don't doddle. The hell is a doddle anyways?" Ayme grumbled as she ran quickly through the debris, keeping to the shadows as she caught up to where her master was.

 

[Joy]

Objective B

The light of the saber drew the beast's eyes long enough for one of the soldiers to pull the secondary trigger on her CC13. Abel heard a thunk and saw a metal cylinder whoosh toward the Tukata, glinting silvery in the dark. The grenade smacked the creature in the face and exploded. Concussive energy rocked Abel and he took a step back, throwing up a hand as he was spattered with flying bits of Sithspawn meat.

A scrap landed on his shoulder and he hurriedly brushed it off, fingers coming away sticky. He shot a horrified glance at the soldier who'd killed the beast. She smiled and winked at him.

Abel gulped. Lot of help I am. He thought to himself, wondering if he was more of a hindrance to these experienced soldiers.

"Clear. Use thermals and move on up," called the woman.

The group tread forward, exiting their small tunnel and emerging into a cavernous antechamber. All the other paths seemed to meet up here as well.

Abel frowned. He sensed something beyond, something old and terrifying. His heart quickened. Where was Master Voidstalker?

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Trix Bastin"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Silver Cross fleet (here to give medical aid where needed)
Objective: Open
[1/37]

Here they came out of hyperspace first thing that she did from her chair was to call for a cheek in. Hyperspace flying could be tricky at time she always worried taking her ship in and out of hyperspace all the time. Feeling that she was able to relax hearing all of them give off a call off. Next would be to send out a broad cast as to where each of her ship need to go or there drops ship would be needed right way.

"Captain I need a report, from the surface, and the space.", a she stood up before she her robes be smoothed out.

"Private open a channel." giving herself a look around nodded when giving the right time to speak.

"This is SSC Master Whitelight of the Silver Cross where is our medical runners needed healers and medics." as she waited as reports to start coming in.

@Abel @Ayme Katash [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] @Saffron @Trix Bastin [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Marcello Matteo"]