To (re)Build a Home

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

To (re)Build a Home
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K'atini-class Mobile Terraforming Station #001, Observation Deck/Conference Room​

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Cassiopeia stared out the observation window which overlooked Manda'yaim. She had slowly fallen in love with the planet, despite it's current relatively ashy and destroyed appearance. As she looked over it, she could see the changing colors - from grey to green, from falling ash to sunshine, and so forth. They were slowly rebuilding their home. One blade of grass, one tree, one animal, slowly reshaping their world to its former glory.

The only problem, though, is that it is taking too long. Too much of the planet still suffered under ash, under the cold winter that the ash clouds have caused. People couldn't live in bio-domes forever, after all. As such, the purpose of this meeting was to find a way to rectify their homeworlds suffering. How could they complete the terraforming process faster, more efficiently, while also increasing biodiversity levels back to its pre-catalysm levels? Full recovery would take decades, of course, but they could rebuild it enough so nature can begin to take its course. They had to give a jump start, make it fully habitable.

Cassiopeia pulled back and moved towards the large conference table. Their goal would be hard, it would be difficult, but mostly? It would be expensive. This meeting was to bring together the brightest minds of the Mandalorian Empire, to mash them together, and find out how they can complete the reconstruction of their home.

On the conference table rested packs of paper - briefings on previous ideas, current projects (such as the K'atini-class Mobile Terraforming Station), additional terraforming products that have not yet been introduced into the atmosphere, and so forth. Her hope? To at least finish 90% of the terraforming by the end of the year. It was ambitious but she believed they could do it.

Not to mention, once the process was complete, they could find a way to recycle the terraforming stations. Store them, scrap them for spacecrafts, and so forth. For now, though, she waited for the others to arrive.

Objectives:

1) Manda'yaim Restoration Conference - find a way to finish the terraforming of Mandalore within a year
2) Citizen science - be on the ground, either in the ash or in the newly terraformed areas, to introduce wildlife (predators and prey), see how well the terraformers are working through investigation, etc
3) Relocation - help some of the citizens who have been forced into the bio-domes back into nearly terraformed areas where there old homes were at
4) Enjoy the terraformed locations! Relax on the beaches, take a walk in the newly planted forests, have a picnic in the meadows, etc
5) Do all of the above!

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Manda'yaim, seeing it from space was that much more heartbreaking to the Mandalorain. He visited the planet only a small handful of times since the Civil War shattered the dreams of what she had once been. However, his home, it had never been the same since when he was a child. Combat Practice with his brothers in the lush green fields, or speeder training in her healthy towns full of lively people. All was gone now, even his brothers and most of his blood family were turned into the ash that scatter across his lovers surface. From the bridge of his Flagship, a stolen One Sith Star Destroyer, Jaster anchored the beauty in high orbit of the planet. He was to meet with some Reps of Manda'yaim or the Empire, or maybe it was just Gray being mysterious or chit. Either way this was his homeworld, and he would offer any help he could to restore the planet to what he remembered as a child.

"Captain, you have the bridge, make sure Commander Travis does not scratch her again." Jaster walked off the bridge to get to his shuttle where he was to head off to K'atini-Class Mobile Terraforming Station 1. From there he would meet with the person who requested to meet with the main supplier of Raw Material such as Base Elements, and Raw Metals along with Agriculture Goods he was supplying at a large discount to his countrymen. He had hoped to speak with Gray about his new influx of Refugees and new materials from the Unknown Region, but it was so hard to find time to meet up with his people.

Jaster walked to his Shuttle and wore a Officers Uniform of the UTC, this was Manda'yaim, they did not care about his rank outside of the Empire. Here he was Alor of Clan Awaud and Trade Partner, so he decided to leave all that rank behind and meet with the Reps in a Trade Uniform. "This is UTC Transport 146, hailing Terriforming Station 1, request permission to land."

"Terriforming Station 1 to Transport 146, you are clear for landing in Hanger 3."

"Roger, thanks station tower."

It looked like his meeting with the person in charge was now about to get underway.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Objective: 1

Cassiopeia was becoming interesting in the best way.

More than any other time, Yasha longed for her mother to be alive. As she walked to [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] and [member="Kaine Australis"], flanked by her Yalilyr, Yasha knew that her deceased mother was the perfect person for this job.

Yet, here was her amateur daughter, when there was engineering and things of scientific note to be done. Somehow it didn’t seem fair, that [member="Aditya Mantis"] was locked in the Netherworld and Yasha was here. Aditya would have loved this problem to solve. She’d spend days alone in her lab, visited only by Yasha’s Daddy [member="Preliat Mantis"], and Aditya would fix it.

The past remained a spectre on Yasha’s back as she walked briskly to the Australii. “You have me. And, barring my usefulness, I’ve got the engineers I’ve had working on the problem since I was Katlaydr. Let’s fix our planet, eh? I’m tired of rationing.”

Setting down a slim holoprojector unit of Atrisian design, the scion of Clan Mantis flicked it on with a wave.

"Fitz-Kierke Biotether identified. Welcome, Yasha ‘Good for Nothing’ Mantis. You’d better have a bloody swell reason for pillaging my stuff, you filthy effing Bucketheaded wannabe. Go back to your kark-be-dashed ballet practice." The voice was thick with a Panathan accent, chewed out of the side of a now nonexistent mouth.

Yasha snorted. Holographic spheres of varying colours and size burst in the air above the holo-unit, each labeled in Epicant with titles of ‘super canon’, ‘foam fuel’, ‘engine economics’, ‘anti-alchemist eternally itchy powder’, ‘anti-douche mines’, ‘garden enhancer’ and the like.

“And that would be my dead mother, jeering from beyond the grave. Mama was an engineer, she was always trying to fix problems nobody invented, thought she might have something useful in her research… don’t take offence if the program swears at you.”

 

[Raiz]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iywaBOMvYLI​

Objective: 2​

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"Go to the ground Raiz, we need someone capable to lead the ground research Raiz, you are the only one I trust Raiz." grumbled out an annoyed Mandalorian, before he wildly flung his hands to the sky sporadically, flipping off the sky as if it had wronged him. "Hope you can karking see me flipping you all off from up there!"

The young Mandalorian then calmed down, or seemed to calm down, as he then called over a service droid to come to him and as he came close, the man chucked him a strange looking datachip. The droid didn't question it, though as he went to insert the chip, the droid's face seemed to become masked in what seemed to be a hologram of Kaine the Mandalorian's father, and before the droid could question his choice of actions, BAM. The droid fell to the ground, sparks dispurting from the now smoiltering hole in it's head and twitched upon the ground, until all of it's energy exited the now destroyed droid. Slowly Raiz let out a deep sigh, clearly having put all his annoyances into that one shot, slowly the man brought his hand over to his wrist and pressed a button, which then activated his communicator's music and began to walk off in the ashen ground.

"A thought just crossed my mind, random terraforming droids." the young Mandalorian said aloud to the various droids around him. "Do you think the terraforming will affect me too? Hrm, would be a shame if I died."

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[member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]​

 

[Quoron Cadera]

[member="Raiz Australis"][member="Yasha Mantis"][member="Kaine Australis"][member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"][member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

Objective: 3/4

He had three goals. Firstly use every transport he could to move those under the bio-domes to the newly renewed land. Secondly he would move himself and his workshop to the new forests. Thirdly he would find someone to have a meal with.

"Grand Admiral Quoron Vizsla to all available transports, divert your course to the bio-domes. Anyone you can carry bring them to the new land and begin to construct light impact housing. Lets keep the nature in a good condition. Send two shuttles and a transport to begin to move my workshop somewhere more peaceful."

He hung up his coms and began to wander the forest. He was in minimal armor as to keep himself in a meditative mindset as a opposed to a combative one. This was a new age for the planet and the people of Mandalore.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster walked into the room where the meeting was to take place and meet up with the new leader of the Restoration Project. He had high hopes such a project would truely work, and so far he was glad to see the process going so well. It took a total of one war and hundreds of Warriors to destroy their homes, to kill his families. Now it took a Unified Government under the leadership of Yasha to rebuild the planet again, yet faster then ever before. The speed in which it was going was amazing even to Jaster, who had seen the wonders of the Unknown Region.

Walking into the room, he caught the tail end of the Mand'alors Mother speaking the wise words of a Mandalorian Mother. It truely reminded him of his grandmother as she successfully was able to make contact with Jaster head when she threw any object when he failed in the Training Ring. His mother died in combat against some criminal gang on contract, so to hear the living tone of her mother was entertaining and tough at the same time.

Entering and taking a seat with the rest of the meeting group, Jaster looked to the Mand'alor, "Nice women Mand'alor, I'm sure her and my grandfather would have loved to meet."

He looked to [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"], "Alor Jaster Awaud, here to give a status report on the supply lines of recourses and work force now available."

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia smiled as the Mand'alor & Kaine entered the conference room. She was excited - not only was she able to see her buir for a moment, but because the Mand'alor and even some new faces were showing up. She had a huge, big grin as they entered. She knew Raiz was down on the surface, probably blaring his music. Hopefully there wasn't too much wildlife there or he'd be scaring it all off. Quoron was assisting in rebuilding outside the domes, were the land was terraformed.

She shrugged at Kaine a little, "Not sure. Anyone who is involved in the terraforming or could be." Hopefully, even more would show up. She nodded, grinned, "We're a brilliant team." Or so, she thought. With all their minds, there was no way they'd not be able to do this.

She smiled as Jaster appeared, right after Yasha explained the holoprojector. She perked a brow. Did the Mand'alor really do ballet? She took a moment to think about it, debating whether or not that was a legit thing. She could only kinda imagine her doing ballet. Cassiopeia stood beside Yasha, watching as different colors and spheres came out. All sorts of interesting things. "Huh," she said quietly as she watched the different item pop up. "Lots of random stuff... There has to be something in here."

She nodded a greeting to Alor Awaud. "Cassiopeia Caranthyr of Clan Australis, pleasure to meet you." She sat down, prepared to listen. She had her own reports ran with simulations and other sorts of things in the holopads in front of them.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Quoron Viszla"] | [member="Raiz Australis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Raiz]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4H5I6y1Qvz0​

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An unsupervised Raiz has one of two end results, either he does something that is incredibly amazing that you cannot help but feel proud for him, or he does something in which causes you to feel nothing but embarressment at being related to him in any way or form, this was a little from the former but mostly the latter. As the young Mandalorian was exploring the ground, searching for signs of growth, he began to grow bored and whilst the music alleviated some of the boredom, he ultimately looked for other means of entertainment whilst documenting the various signs of green sprouting all around him. What was it that he did? Well, staring upon the ground to where Raiz was currently walking forward, the sound of the music has increased and his marching seemed to be, rhythmic. From afar it seemed like he reprogramed some of the droids in the local area to follow him for the moment, though on closer inspection it was clear that all, including the Mandalorian man, was symotaniously marching forward and dancing to the thumping rhythm of the music blaring from the man's communication system. As soon as someone from the control panel realized this, an loud beeping sound begins piercing the air and indicating that he was trying to be communicated with, and while the man took his sweet time doing so, he eventually turned the music off and answered.

"Mm? ... Oh, don't worry they- Oi listen... I'll hang up- Alright, you listening? Don't worry, their primary objective hasn't been messed with... Fine I'll adjust them back, oh and by the way, grass is growing."

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[member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The room seemed to be waiting on his report, though he figured someone else was going to speak. There was a good second of awkward silents before Jaster brought out a Data-Tablet, standing in front of [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] he readied to start the Report.

"As of last month, the United Trade Conglomerate has finished preparations and distribution of a new trade lane that spans the Galactic East to West," He did not want to mention the name of it being the Jaster Trade Spine, mainly not to be made fun of by Kaine, "Using this lane to express transport to Commenor, from there we transport it to UTC Secrete Routes to avoid raids by Sith Raid Groups along what many of my men are calling the Raiders Bypass," This was the Hyperlane Route the Sith Empire used to attack the Coalition, without their protection, his ships now needed to take secrete routes. "With the other route being completed, the UTC is now avalible to offer not just our raw elements such as Hydrogen, Nitrogen, and Oxygen that is used for the Terraformers, but now Agriculture Goods, Basic Metals, as well as rare construction components," He handed the Tablet over to Miss Caranthyr for price check, "All of these at the same price I agreed with Gray due to the Hyperlane we created, but slightly increased to Raiding Groups in the Raiders Bypass."

The UTC was in the middle of helping the Fel Empire build their industry, having a 25% profit share in trade and ownership. In reality the cost of hauling the shipments and handing them over to the Mandalorain was still making a profit thanks to the opening of the Trade Spine. Having the Mando Empire in his favor and also helping rebuild his home was still very much a strong factor in offering it cheap, but he still had to make a profit.

[member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Nita Quez]

Objective: 2
Location: In the new forests, somewhere...

As a hunter, and to a certain extent, handler of wildlife, the second-youngest of Alor Quez's biological children with his late wife was stalking amongst the new trees standing upon the surface of Manda'yaim, keeping watch for any citizen-wildlife interactions that the citizen in that exchange couldn't handle on their own. Some Mando'ade practised a healthy, respectful fear for fierce creatures not under the heel of domestication or enslavement, some were like her in one way or another, and others were foolhardy or too young to have the strength to hold their own. The former two she had little concern about, but the latter two were part of why she was here.

The other part being longer term - the wildlife needed to flourish, needed to have success in gaining a lasting foothold in their newly terraformed surroundings. Hunting needed to be sustainable from the get-go, for while facing down a beast was as much a part of her culture, maintaining a population of beast so that such traditions could continue was a little more important. It was to these things that she gave the brunt of her thoughts, while the rest of her mind focused on the task at hand. With a crossbow held somewhat loosely in her arms, Nita stepped soft on ground that would in time see the build-up of detritus, where the cycle of life and death would persist at the most minute level, and continued her watch.

It was good to be a part of this grand uptaking, no matter how small her place in it. The Empire needed parts of all kinds to work well.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Manda'yaim, observing the Terraforming process.
Objective: ---

The Station itself sat high overhead, a single column all that rooted it to the mantle of a formerly ruined world. In his armor, Alkor held out a hand and watched as a beam of light steadily hummed, raining down powerful energy from orbit to power the world engine. He watched as the scortched earth churned before him, spun like a Maelstrom at sea as the machine worked.

All around him, the sands and ash writhed as if in agony, splitting and breaking apart to give way to new, fertile soil. The dead and dying matter were swallowed up, engulfed by the Terraforming machine to be recycled and fuel the rebirth of the Mandalorian world. It was a painfully slow process, and by now it had been weeks since they began. It had only just reached a twenty mile radius, but plant life had prospered already, and everything within that expanse seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Already, the death of Mandalore was naught but a memory.

The scene that unfolded in his HUD sobered Alkor, a haunting reminder that time and effort could heal all wounds. When he left, he did so to return to his life of killing, of taking from others, of dishonor. He followed a man who now stood for all things that this culture hated. The sensation that he did not belong swept over him. He felt that he did not deserve to bear witness to another beginning, especially not one filled with people who cared deeply for each other.

And not simply because Alkor could not share in that care.

A small, winged insect alighted on his fingers for a moment, fanning out its wings to display a portrait of color and design that only nature could create. The man, uncertain of himself or the galaxy around him, stared at it blankly. The butterfly waited for only an instant before it went winging away, a symbolic gesture that was not lost on Alkor.

"Su'cuy gar, little one," he murmured, and his gaze followed the creature until it disappeared into the vast, yellow-gold skyline.

There were many creatures that the Mandalorians intended to introduce to this new enviornment, but some of them were small and seemed insignificant. Alkor had to wonder how accurate that was. He had always questioned the significance of life, on every scale.

Were some lives more important than others?

He felt the ground slowly shift beneath his feet, and the armored man took a step backward. Several seconds passed, and a moment later, a sapling crept up from the spot he had been standing a moment before. Branches jutted out from the trunk, and leaves unfurled all over.

It was...

"Beautiful."

 

[Dar'yaim Balor]

Location: One of the newly transformed areas.
Objectives: 3 and mixing a little of his own thoughts of 2. Helping Mando’ade adjust while mixing a little understanding of Mando’ade culture sociology.

Rizann looked around nodding his head in approval. He elevated his mug to his lips taking a good long drink of dha gal.

All around him some of the people of Mandalore gathered. Under the dinning canopies they mingled. Barrels and barrels of the dark ale of their home world filled to the brim! He knew not the tech some others were using to fix their world. It was their time to shine. Down here though?

There was that matter of settle back or relocating as they called it. Rizaan had his own thoughts about that. Buildings were just buildings. Cities were just cities. It was the people who made them special. It was their manda, their spirit! It was about their culture, their way of life, and about community and family.

That is why he dug deep into the coffers of Clan Bralor and paid for all the barrels of dha gal. Much like him, many that were gathered here did not know science skills being used by others today. Some of them were like him, a warrior. Some were just simple farmers. Some had other duties that just were not tech savvy. That was ok, they all had their place. They all heard the call of Mand’alore the infernal. They came to help reclaim what was lost!

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Nita Quez"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Raiz Australis"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Shia Kryze]

Objective: 1

Shia was late to the conference, but she was late to the conference because she'd stopped in the lower levels to 'help' with a terraforming problem.

Perhaps slightly more terrifyingly, her knowledge of integrated terraforming networks and super-liquid flow rates was... actually sound enough it had helped the techs. Of course, her nice outfit was now covered in superfluid that was doing its best to find its way anywhere but down, which was... irritating. She was more of an ideas woman, really.

"Sorry, sorry." She stated as if she hadn't been missing for two months, and wasn't wearing a business suit covered in terraforming superfluid alongside the darksaber, ceremonially sheathed and remarkably free of spill damage. She gave Yasha a tiny wave, as if she hadn't - lets repeat this - just vanished off Mandalore one day with the usual 'I need to find myself' message. "What did I miss?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

He was not disapproved by the suggestion of [member="Kaine Australis"] after all the sell of goods was still being purchased by the Mando Empire. Transport being exchanged on Commenor was fine, as a neutral port good were always being exchanged and given to other transports. Jaster mostly used the planet as a major refueling station between his trips from the Outer Rim towards the Core. Trading transport and exchanging payment on Commenor would not be such a problem for his company, cut out the problem of being raided in chaotic territories.

He looked to the Battlemaster and nodded, "I have no problem allowing the MandoArms to transport the goods the last track of space, though you will still need to secure a trade agreement with those Hapens, I got the agreement from the last queen and was grandfathered in, but these new radicals are an interesting bunch that only allow my ships to pass without landing on a planet to resupply." He scraced his chin, "Best to go around them if you can."

[member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]