The subjugation of Echoy’la: Chapter 1 (Non-Faction Members Please PM)

[Isabella Denko]

Isabella hadn't just thrown a random dart at the board to pick her new home. There had been much strategy and planning involved as well. She wanted a planet in which she saw potential for the future and her dream coming to fruition. Out of the dozen or more planets that Primeval held Echoy’la had it all. Quaint little towns, big cities and quite the mining business. The rare metals found there were highly coveted. It was perfect.

The credits that had been set aside for her were more than enough to buy a mansion if she so desired. Isabella however wished to start off small and work her way up the ranks. Starting off big would just be off putting to those whom she wished to gain the trust of. This trust she knew was the key besides the little cottage that she had found was quite cosy.

The plan thus far was rather tame. She was going to settle in, get to know her neighbors, see some sites and begin to make connections. Isabella knew that this part was the foundation to getting what she wanted. It couldn't be overlooked nor rushed or the whole thing would fall apart.

The little cottage that the young witch had chosen for herself was located in one of those quaint little villages on the outskirts of one of the big cities. By her calculation it wasn't too far away from the garrison either which she would need to visit soon. Perhaps they would be in need of an office manager to help look after things. Working there was one way to gain trust and access. It was much better than being a sheep farmer or something.

Currently Isabella was at the local market picking up a few things for her new place and chit chatting with a few of the local keepers getting to know each other which was good as she didn't really know anyone here. These people thus far seemed nice enough. "It's just down the street but getting a bit rundown. It's a shame really but nobody goes much anymore." The lady selling melons stated as she shook her head sadly. "Thank you," Izzy smiled with a melon in hand that she was examining. "I'll have to check it out." She smiled setting the melon down and moving onward. There was much to see and do.


[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Kuryr"] [member="Darth Metus"]


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Any member of Prime is welcome to join. If anyone from a different faction would like to join to help or play opposition please PM me. I'm sure we can work something out in this chapter or a different one. Thanks!

 

[Kuryr]

The sign on the building only said 'cantina', whatever was above it had long been removed. It was no surprise really, the place looked like it should have been condemned already, but somehow it was still in business. The inside was worse than the outside, the tables all looked like they had been picked up at a waste disposal facility. All of the chairs looked home made and the person who build them had obviously never seen a chair before. However the drinks were strong and cols, and that's all that mattered to Kuryr and his crew. He had gotten a message about a potential job, the kinds of jobs that someone with his talents, and lack of scruples could enjoy doing. He really didn't care if they took the job or not, he the crew was itching for something different and just playing around on a new planet would sate their need.

If all else failed there was always a fight to be had, and none fought at hard as his crew did. He watches at the filled up the small cantina, the look on the owner's face was clear. He didn't want any trouble and he would enforce it. He considered on taking bets on which one of his crew would test the owner first. He honestly didn't care what the owner planned on doing, if things got ugly they would just burn the building to the ground. He pulled out a fresh cigarra from his pocket and lit it, puffing on it lightly as he did. He would wait all day if needed to speak to his contact, and if they didn't show, well there was drinks to be had.


[member="Isabella Denko"] [member="Smeg"] [member="Bellatrix Celvina"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Isabella Denko"]

Jaster arrived on the planet as planned, not only was this planet a key location for any future trading lanes between the Primeval and the Unknown. He also held a secret mission, this was where his assosiate [member="Hakora Vex"] would come in need. Their classified mission was of need to know so when his guards were questioning why a man in a clock was on the cruiser, Jaster ordered to ignore his existence. Being trained by Jaster who was Mandalorian they took their orders to heart and though the thought was still in the air, none questioned. Jaster Hammerhead Class Cruiser made orbit over the planet and payed the fine for a vessel with armorments and docking fees. Then from there Jaster and his guards were accompanied by the mysterious companion.

Sitting across from the man in the Shuttle Jaster looked at [member="Hakora Vex"], "I still don't completely know why command ordered your assistance, but you are not to ruin relationships with the Primeval Goverment, rumor has it the tensions are already high between the Mandalorian Population and the paste Mandalorian Defeat, we are here to work out a deal with the Goverment here, whatever you do, don't get in trouble,"

One of the shuttle pilots came out from the cockpit, "Sir, ground control gave us permission to land, we will be arriving in 20 minutes." he saluted the Viceroy and returned to his assignment.

"Okce we land, you will be on your own or you can occupany us, but remember the mission."

 

[Armand Temi]

Bellatrix didn’t care how decrepit the cantina was. She was just glad to have a break from the confines of her Taung master’s ship with the drudgery of the routine chores, or away from Darth Pyrrhus and his regimented training. [member="Kuryr"] had taken a job on Echoly’la, and now the crew was resting, drinking, playing Pazaak and carousing. Some of the Blood Pact crew was itching for a fight, and Bellatrix could see the cantina owner looking around nervously as the rising tension in the dank, sticky-floored establishment.

The half-Chiss dancer sat in the back, away from the rest of the crew, and so she wouldn’t be inadvertently hit by any flying bottles if a brawl did somehow break out. She had ordered an Ice Blaster and stretched her legs on a nearby chair, reclining and lighting up one of her ubiquitous death sticks. Her master was on alert, most likely for the contact for which he waited.

[member="Isabella Denko"] [member="Smeg"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Echoy'la was a wasteland, some said. A forgotten backwater moon located in space where no one wished to venture. Yet it was located directly along the Braxant Run which was a smaller hyperlane that branched off of the notorious Hydian Way. It was world formerly used to trade but now under The Primeval the small rock became more of a penal colony than anything.

The labour was hard, the reward was little, and the only reason anything was held together at all was because the miners didn't forget two things. One; The Mandalorians betrayed them. Two; The Primeval were better off on your good side than your bad side.

Holding this all together was the small garrison located in the heart of the complex, where the miners lived, where everyone on Echoy'la lived. Three hundred men, fourteen defense towers, and two requiems were all that held order here. A small patrol flotilla controlled the space above, and the ever watchful eye of Bastion was constantly searching for a reason to further take away the rights and privileges of the meager few who called this place home. In-charge of the garrison was Commander Kelly Shol, a human officer in her early-to-mid thirties and formerly a lieutenant in the Golden Banner.

Leading the garrison on Echoy'la was more of a punishment than a reward for her, the ambitious woman wished for a greater position but instead she was stuck leading a garrison that was too small to do anything noticeable, leaving her essentially stuck until someone decides otherwise. Hopefully that person would be smart enough to recognize her potential, or at least she wished as much.

[member="Isabella Denko"] | [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | @Kuryr

 

[Grand Moff Helranth]

Vex sat in silence with his hood drawn and face hidden. His elbows rested on his knees and his head facing the ground. He sat in meditation as he thought of what was to come. His attention was brought back to reality as words were spoken to him. He did not look up or add anger to his voice, but merely spoke of fact. "My business here is simply on a need to know bases, all you need to know is you are my ride."

The Hutts could be diplomatic and that was indeed their front, but someone had to work in the shadows. Someone had to be without morals, without a limit and that was Vex and his people. While he would do anything the Cartel asked of him, he would also not jeopardize their enterprise with his methods.


[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Hakora Vex"]

Jaster looked to his guards, and nodded. As ordered they stood up from their seats and walked to the entrance of the shuttle, there they touched their helmets and turned away from them. Jaster bent over and looked at the hooded man, "You think I would accept a mission from Sempra without doing my homework?" Jaster looked sick at the man, was he really that ignorant to Jaster capability. "I know your mission, don't forget that before you came to power, Sempra bought intelligence from my organization, build your cell and we will meet with someone I have had my eye on for some now, when I require your assistance, I will ask for it, and it will happen."

Jaster always did his homework before goin on any mission. One could never rely on the information of others before getting two more sources to confirm it. This planet was key to the defensive and trade of the Primeval from the Core Worlds or from any Trade Negosiations. Though after their victory on the planet of Wayland, Mandalorans were scrambling to save the Hyperlanes and Trade Lanes. This was an opportune time for Trade Empires like Jasters Trade Conglomerate to slide in and take it from under them. After all Jaster was an Ex-Mandalorian in Exile, what better way to pay them back.

Jaster heard rumors of a young women who just arrived to the planet. No friends on the planet and it would seem she was very capable. The best candidate for someone to prop up and into a posistion where both parties involved can get something out of a Negosiations with her.

Jaster brought out a DataFile on the young women, [member="Isabella Denko"].

 

[Armand Temi]

Landing his Scarab-Class Corvette in an Echoy'la shadowport, Ezra Klev, Imperial agent, strode out and made his way to a neglected cantina on the outskirts of the main city. Although he spent much of his time with the Galactic Empire on the fringes of Unknown Space, where they had been so unceremoniously driven out by the Sith from their headquarters on Crina, he was here on this planet to observe this rising threat called The Primeval. The once-fringe group of religious zealots had seized Wayland from the Mandalorians and were now threatening to restore the glory of the Sith Citadel on Ziost, by grabbing it from the hands of the Silver Jedi, and in effect take the world along with it.

This threat needed to be carefully observed. Were they just a nuisance to be used by the Sith until they were no longer valuable and then tossed away? Or were they going to be a true menace in the subjugation of Wild Space and the Tingel Arm.

Furthermore, there were rumors of pirates, slavers and Nightsisters among their midst. This is not surprising, thought Ezra darkly. The most pious, at times, are the most hypocritical.

But for now, he did not act. He only sipped his stimcaf - black of course - and studied a dossier on [member="Isabella Denko"], trying to figure out her connection to the warlords and priests of the Primeval.

[member="Kuryr"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Hakora Vex"] [member="The Primeval Storyteller"]

 

[Isabella Denko]

The peaceful village that Isabella settled in was really just a poor excuse of a facade for what was really happening here. The mines were the only real thing here the clans and so called warlords fought over. If they were real warlords they would have taken control by now. She figured that they were just chiefs of the clans attempting to throw around their weight. It wasn't working on her nor anyone else as they never got what they wanted. What it did do was just through their sad excuse of a planet deeper into the poor house despite how precious of a metal it contained. It needed someone to take control and that someone was Isabella. She had a few ideas and backup plans on how this was going to go down.

As a little girl she had heard of the stories of all the wonderful things her mother had done for Chroma Zed and how she turned everything around. It helped that the planet was kinda of already set up like a beach resort but still it was much better. There was no reason that Izzy couldn't turn this planet into something livable and nice for those whom lived and worked here. Just because this was a mining world did not mean it had to be a shithole.

Once she had returned from the market Isabella put her purchases away before getting ready for today's meetings. Going to the market was more than just fluff to the young witch. It gave her a chance to mingle with the miners and families. It was good to know what their grievances were so she could make sure to meet them.

It wasn't long until she was walking into the Flying Monkey to meet with [member="Kuryr"] and his crew first. She didn't want to keep the pirates waiting as they were liable to get bored and cause issues. Not the kind of issues she wanted either.

"Hello," she smiled slightly as she took a seat across from the pirates. They knew what she wanted. "So tell me, what can I do for you?" She asked as she waved the bartender over to get them a round of drinks. Izzy knew full well they were not doing this out of the kindness of their hearts.




[member="Kuryr"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="The Primeval Storyteller"] [member="Hakora Vex"] [member="Ezra Klev"]

 

[Grand Moff Helranth]

Vex smirked under his hood, he loved when people tried to play like they knew more than they did. There was absolutely no way he knew his real mission because no one did, it had never left his mind not even to the Hutts themselves. All he had told Sembra was that he was going to secure their network without interrupting the plan.

He slowly looked up and showed hate towards the man standing before him. If there was one thing Vex hated, it was anyone trying to believe they had control of Vex without his permission. "Believe what you want, but if you ever dare to presume you have control over me and can expect anything out of me again, I will fill your brain with my arrows."

It was at this point that Vex stood and made his way to the door on the side of the ship. They were not near the landing zone and were still high in the air, but they were where he wanted to be. He punched the bottom opening the door and filling the cabin with rushing air. He grabbed a bag meant to help him fly down and he was gone.


[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster just sat there as the man took his supplies and gear and jumped out the rear of the shuttle. Great, he'd have to bribe some security operator sitting at a desk to just dismiss what he just saw. A Hutt operative, jumping out of a Conglomerate Shuttle, as they made a descent into Primeval Occupied Planet. Either this man wished to rub Jaster the wrong way by making him spend money, or he was trying to prove something by being stupid. Either way Jaster now had to deal with the situration this so called intelligence operator had caused.

This was a frountier world, near the boarder between two waring nations, they monitored every little detail for spies. It wasn't easy getting Jasters Conglomerate Inteligence Cell on this planet, how was a rookie to do the same in less time. He looked over the data as his guards closed the ramp, and returned to their seat.

The data was small, not a lot was removed from his agents on the planet, as again, this was a very oppressed world. He was lucky enough to get the details that he record about the planet. His first objective was to make sure he controlled the board, or at least his portion of it. He looked at the guards, "Did you scan his encrypted Datapad as well as plant the locator in his gear?"

The guard nodded, "Yes, Voecroy."

"Good, we need to contact him once we make a plan, also keep an eye on his location, he slips up, we need to cover his tracks, Sempra sent me here to make a deal with this planet, we don't need to ruin the Alliance."

Jaster knew better, Sempra only ever sent the best on these types of mission, yet Jaster wasn't his employee, he did this to secure more trade lanes. Buisness was buisness, and of this Vex character created a mess he couldn't clean up, then he would be denied relations by all employers. The primeval were strong allies to the Hutts and were the only option for Negosiations for a cross Unknown Space Trade Relations, thus we needed deniability if he failed.

He returned to his data on [member="Isabella Denko"] before they landed.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Cantinas were gross. Spencer hadn’t found herself in one in ages. Especially since there really wasn’t a reason for her to be in one. The game of espionage was over and done with when her and Ashin went into retirement, but now with the joining of a new faction - it brought a reason to become active again. Looking at the bartender, he eyed her and requested an ID, narrowing her eyes she slipped him the ID and then promptly ordered a glass of blue milk. There was no reason for him to ID her especially since she wasn’t here to drink alcohol. Some people these days. Sipping on the milk, she took a glance at the bar and noticed a few people here and there along with the whispers in the area.

Slowly but surely, the defenses that encased her delicate psyche unwound and began to take in the surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place, but that was usually the first red flag that popped up especially when one was in a Cantina drinking blue milk. Quickly, her mind cocooned itself back up. There were only a few in this galaxy that could enter her mind without her permission - most were dead and another was a recreated device by the man who tried his hardest to be mysterious. Remembering that smile of his, the happily married woman shivered and smirked through the chill of the blue milk. The slightly condensating glass found its way back to the bar top. Spencer sat there staring at the surroundings in typical spacer clothing, no weapons and a blue milk mustache.

The young woman swung her legs slightly as she continued to people watch. The bar stool was a lovely height, so that she could happily swing her legs like a child while she did her best to remain “hidden” in plain sight. Which was easy, it had been some time since she had been a blimp on a radar. Now a days, she was a story from long ago - possibly a ghost. Thinking about that brought a smile to her face as she blew aside a few stray strands of her blonde hair. The act now took up her attention as she blew the strand of hair back and forth across her forehead. Despite being a Master of the Force, one of the heavy hitters in the former Lords of the Fringe, Spencer was just a typical woman that seemed to get distracted far too easily

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[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Hakora Vex"] [member="Isabella Denko"] [member="Ezra Klev"] [member="The Primeval Storyteller"] [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Kuryr"] just tagged everyone hurrah!

 

[Grand Moff Helranth]

As the intelligence officer sailed out of the ship he activated his cloaking device so his decent would not be detected. He did not jump out of the ship to prove something or make trouble, he jumped out because smugglers annoyed him and he rather operate solo. He strapped the pack to him in mid air and activated it using it to control his sailing through the air. He saw a small down coming into view and decided it best to begin.

He angled his decent to shoot away from the town and land right outside a dense forest. He was actually 4.5 clicks away from the small town at -1058, 567, a very precise number. He came to a landing run and slowed down his run into a walk. He made his way into the woods a bit and looked around seeking a certain tree. After 20 minutes of searching he found a small bag hidden by the shadow of a tree. He opened it and ditched his pack in exchange for new clothing he hid two hold out blasters on him and a few knives, but took nothing else.

He then put some headphones on his ears and made it seem he was listening to music in his pocket, a tactic he used to retrieve information when people thought he could not hear. He began making his way to the little dustball of a town he saw flying in. He walked through the town looking for his first stop in his mission. He spotted a cantina, a hive of information and colorful people. He entered the cantina and looked around slowly, making it appear he was not scanning the area, just looking for a place to sit. He took a seat at the bar and was carded instantly. This took him by surprise, he was never carded anymore, but he didn't want to make a scene. Instead he handed him his ID and looked around while he waited. He spoted a woman, [member="Spencer Jacobs"], drinking Blue Milk which didn't sound like a bad idea. He ordered the same and some bar food and then turned in his seat looking over the bar and bobbing his head slightly to the non existing music.

 

[Kuryr]

The cantina was just beginning to get a bit rowdy when she walked in. Kuryr remembered her from the holocall and he grinned as she approached. there were more than a few cat calls as the woman made her way through the crowded tables of pirates. She smiled as she sat, but he knew better than to fall for the cute and kind act, he knew she was up to something. Anything that included Kuryr was bound to be dangerous for someone, and likely him and his men as well. "The question is, what can I do got YOU?" He leaned back in his chair as the drinks arrived. He had no intention of letting her buy his drinks, but he would humor her and let her think she was going to.

"You were rather vague about what it was exactly that you needed me and my friends to do, but I can tell you that if you are hiring us, you want it done as thoroughly as possible." he took another long drag of his cigarra and he smiled slightly, he wanted to seem interested without being overly interested to do the job. If he acted too eager then she could lower her starting offer. He wouldn't mind the job because it was always fun work, well any kind of work where violence was involved was fun work for him, but he still wanted to get paid for it.

[member="Isabella Denko"] | [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="The Primeval Storyteller"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

My name is Agent Alice, and I'm an NPC.

After the Directory Secured their position over in the Chiloon Rift, constructing their new top secret Shipyards system, that was intended to make Admiral Thetsh's aspirations to command an Armada of Warships for Primeval conquest, I needed to find something else to do for awhile. Something that was quite as crazy as clearing out pirate outposts in a never ending maze of nebular debris and foreign time dilating effects. I didn't quite like the idea of getting trapped for a week and escaping a hundred years in the future or something ludicrous like that. It'd be too much to deal with.

So alternatively, the Directory was looking to expand their reach and domain. They had a strong tie to the Hutt Cartel and its growing base of power, but they needed to strengthen their importance within the Primeval itself without being too overt in their methods. Technically, they had few real challengers to deal with, given their miraculous rise in power.

Echoy'la however was different from most other Primeval Worlds, in that it didn't have a very strong leader to topple for an aspiring Warlord, thus there were many Primeval Agents thrown into the environment hoping to initiate their rise to the top as the Warlord. The Directory's pawn today, was me, Agent Alice.

I found myself in a bar today, aftering hearing a tip off about some meeting between some rather anonymous person getting friendly with the locals and a ruthless band of pirates. Something like that, was probably not in the best interest of the Directory... after all, having pirates back someone would be a difficult advantage to cross out for them if they ever wanted to control Echoy'la.... though if it ever came to it that I failed in my mission to become the Warlord they want in power, I would have to make friends with whoever did get into control and try to manipulate them to the Directory's goals.

I was rather anonymous with the crowd, but close enough to eavesdrop on [member="Isabella Denko"], and [member="Kuryr"], but not too far from two strangers at the bar ([member="Spencer Jacobs"], and [member="Hakora Vex"]). Unlike the milk drinkers, I was actually getting a little buzzed. Not enough to hamper my performance obviously, but I wanted to look the part of someone in a bar... not a blue milk dispensary.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Bellatrix Celvina"], [member="The Primeval Storyteller"], [member="Ezra Klev"]

 

[The Traveler]

Jaster of Clan Awaud Hakora Vex Isabella Denko Ezra Klev The Primeval Storyteller Bellatrix Celvina Kuryr [member="Spencer Jacobs"]


And they weep tears of blood as they watched the father die, his body strewn and stretched upon the rack. Ever and eternal were the vigils of the lost, of memory best not forgotten. For in the twisting nethers of the void the only thing that is ever remembered is the name of those we had lost.
Unknown Mandalorian Soldier of Clan Skirata

The Traveler had found himself in the wretched cantina, though he had fought in the war for Wayland he was not on the side of the prime. In fact he had not yet taken on the visage of The Traveler and departed his people... his people now slaves and oppressed by the darkness that he had sworn to defend them against beside the Mandalore. He was oath breaker, Dar'manda, lost souled of the manda'yim and he was saddened by that prospect. In the end his path was righteous, the destruction of the sith and jedi was required to bring peace to the galaxy and secure Order and the Prime were his vessel to begin his task.

He had not removed his helmet as he sat back and watched those who had assembled, few here would know his signature and fewer would know his identity. He shook his head as he removed his helmet and placed it on the table before him. Bald head and earings shining in the dim light and fierce blue eyes peering at his allies. He had only one goal in this damnable event and that was to save the lives of as many mando'ade as possible. An impossible task since they were warriors sworn to serve the Mandalore, but one he would shoulder.

To convince his people to betray all that they were was his task and his task required much of him, he looked over at the bartender. " Netra'gal Ori'vod".