Trouble Over Tarhassan [SJO Dominion of Hex Z-31]

[Silver Starlight]

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The world of Tarhassan had recently come into the influence of the Order; meetings with the local government had resulted in quite a favorable agreement. With the last signatures in place, the people of Tarhassan were ready to pave their way towards a bright future with the Silver Jedi. In fact, a grand celebration was planned in order to mark the occasion.

The streets were full of civilians ready to see some of the promising members of the Silver Jedi in person, and to welcome them to their home. Banners emblazoned with the symbol of the Order were hanging from their government building, where a large stage was currently set.

There would also be a parade through Nehass to the Capitol Building.

As the crowds grew larger and larger, there was nothing that could cast a shadow over the day.

… Save for a freighter that was currently on a collision course for Tarhassan.

The freighter’s systems had malfunctioned, the crew unable to stop the ship or alter its path. Their frantic voices came through the local channels; they were prepared for the worst.

“It seems the celebration will have to wait,” Said the Mayor of Nehass, stepping away from the main stage. The local authorities were already in motion, halting the parade along its route. “Alert the Silver Jedi present here,” He ordered to an aide. “They are better equipped to handle this. Let’s hope they make good on their word.”

[ Both objectives begin in and around Nehass -- the celebration has suddenly screeched to a halt and the civilians gathered are beginning to grow anxious. Local authorities are in the process of trying to begin evacuations, but they are overwhelmed. Let's see some great IC collaboration!]

Objective 1: OMG, it’s gonna blow!
A Silver Jedi intervention is needed to stop a runaway freighter that is careening towards the planet, currently set to impact the large city of Nehass. The ship’s reactor is malfunctioning; any attacks from the outside could kill those aboard the ship and people on the planet that are in the path of the debris. To compound the issue, the ship is carrying hazardous materials – the containment field needs to be reactivated.Find a way to carefully board the vessel – repair the damage, disable the ship, or find a way to bring it down safely.
[Meet up at the landing pad, come up with a plan and put it into action! The freighter is equipped with anti-pirating shields that prevent a reliable tractor-beam lock.]

Objective 1.5: A few of the freighter crew members frantically escaped via pods, however, it is unclear if they made it to the planet or not. Scans picked up activity in the forested area outside the city.
[Venture out into the wooded areas to search for any survivors]

Objective 2: Yikes, let’s get out of here!
The crowds of people gathered in Nehass for the celebration will need to be escorted to safety. There are underground shelters designated for emergencies, but the parade-goers are going to need help getting there. Help evacuate citizens in the Liezder Towers, a condominium building and workers from the Capitol building as well.
[Feel free to team up to help wrangle the crowd, no designated meeting place -- save for the underground shelters, but there are many spread throughout the city]

Objective 3: BYOO
[Do something on your own and have some fun!]


Special thanks to [member="Cassius Droma"] for helping with this dominion story!

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat been roped into another Silver Jedi celebration, or perhaps parade would be a more accurate term for this event. She had been trying to dedicate her time to assisting the Commenori people as she still wanted to find Beth who was kidnapped during the siege of Commenor, it was difficult for Kat to deal with leaving her friend behind but once the queen had surrendered the planet to the Sith Empire, there was no way that Kat could stick around and search for Beth, and her tracker hadn't proven reliable in finding her friend after she planted the tracker before being knocked out. This was celebration was meant to bring out the people of the world to join with the Silver Jedi Order in a peaceful gathering.

However, slowly there were whispers of anxiousness before an announcement that the events currently unfolding. A ship was on a crash course with the city, a situation that Kat could appreciate could not happen. Things must be more complicated than a simple ship on its way to crash, this meant it was a task for the one true mechanic in the Silver Jedi Order. KAT DECORIA, GREATEST MECHANIC IN THE GALAXY! Kat moved through the crowd, looking around, she raised her voice. "Can anyone grab me a ship so I can board the ship and put an end to all this panic!?" Kat shouted loudly as she places her hands on her hips.

[member="Charlie Nooran"]

 

[Klesta]

Objective 3: BYOO (performance of ergonomic assessments)
Location: Dandahass

While the drama unfolding in the capital, Nehass, was on virtually everybody's lips, it was time to perform ergonomic assessments on this planet once again. After the capture of Commenor, the rest of CSA-land was breaking away from that failing faction. And the SJ scooped up Tarhassan. With that said, he was due to meet with that client to get the ergonomic assessment performed. What was not his surprise when he saw the desolate place in which the client was, probably a court-ordered one of the same nature as those clients on the Neimoidian Purse Worlds. For now anyway, Klesta would not comment on the hazards he is about to face, knowing that the common room-wide stuff (chemical, biological, radiological, noise and lighting) ought to be checked before proceeding to the individual workstations. He thus wore a hazmat suit fearing the worst; same went with Tiffany, also someone that could carry out ergonomic assessments, and the two went to the client, a vendor of radiation launchers, to see where the problems were, and it's not just about radiation.

"Welcome to Tabder's Radiation Launchers" Tabder told Klesta.

"Utinni! This place already gives me the creeps! And the radiation is off the charts!"

 

[John Locke]

Location: Tarhassen

Objective: 1

John had always thought that the more he got involved with the Silver Jedi forces he would be involved in larger and more interesting projects. In situations where the fate of the galaxy turned on his decision. Instead, he'd found that it was a lot of paperwork and travelling to different planets showing the flag. This wasn't what he'd signed up for, someone had sold him a bill of goods, and when he found out who it was then... "Then what Sir, you'll thank them profusely?" Oh...he'd been speaking aloud. "Order them beheaded...I can do that...EX, remind me to have a discussion with the Grand Master next time we're n Kashyyyk about obtaining execution privileges." "Because that's just what we need, I'd give you 5 minutes before you go mad with power, it only took you that long to threaten me with a memory wipe." "Well, not everyone has your singular charm." "No, no that's quite true, when you made me you broke the mould." The pair bickered back and forth as the speeder raced towards the spaceport. There had to be some kinda ship that they could requisition there. A runaway ship was never good, especially one that would shower the planet with a blanket of hazardous waste. "Ok, how about this, remind me to find out whose ship thtat is and get n inquiry launched into their maintenance practices." "Gladly sir."

 

[Sala'dine]

Objective 2:

Evacuation orders were given and from the shadows of deep orbit they came.. the decloaking patrol ships, the decloaking jedi shadow was always around... just you know stealthy and super cool as Sala'dine sat in the thrawn esque chair looking at all of it. Letting the force focus her mind but it didn't reach past the layer of biot jelly on the ship. SHe was sending out their transports to start and landing the frigates in open fields to gather as many people as the others on the ground could evacuate. "Be careful down there." She saikd it and had both Kiso and Alyisa on the ship to do things, they were under her command and orders for it. One in charge of the fighters and defense the other assigned to for now the bridge of the Shadow sos he could see what the woman knew or would be able to do.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Location: Forest
Objective: 1.5
Post: 1

If there was one thing Tana was good at it was hunting, people or animal, in a sense all on the lower ends of the food chain to him, though this time he was not to kill those to be found. It was odd to think he'd use his tracking skills in this regard but one could not complain, any practice to keep his senses sharp was worth it, still it would not be easy, you could probably hide an entire ship in this forest, finding lone scattered escape pods was quite a challenge.

Donning his usual nexus armor suit the young Jin quickly made his way through the forest canopies, searching for any sings of a crash craft, kicked up dust, fallen over trees, the smell of fuel or metal or the possibility of people talking. Beyond that he kept his senses in the force pealed, feeling for any emotional distress of worry among the foliage, not doubt the crash survivors would feel a little panicked or worries about how far off course they landed.

"So far nothing, I wonder if using a ships radar or heat signature would work in this place? hmmm maybe not the latter, to cold and damp, also a ship may not be precise enough". There was always the chance the crew had a distress beacon or comlinks, though that was not something he would bank on or rely upon, surly the crew would have sent out a distress call if such equipment was in their possession, though there was always the chance those that crashed were out cold. If the latter was true searching the old fashion way would have to do for now.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Obj. 2

Sergeant Osmari stood calmly on the sidewalk, watching as the parade approached her position. The civilians that had gathered all around her were thrilled, and the children were especially excited. While she could certainly see the appeal of such a celebration, Roona herself was not here to simply enjoy it. Dressed in a simple outfit that consisted of a standard battle dress uniform, she was far more casual than was usual. However, this was not the time or the place for a full kit of Katarn armor.

While the Rangers wanted to have a presence here on the streets, they did not wish to frighten or intimidate the parade-goers. After all, they had not expected to engage in any battles today, not during the festivities here on Tarhassan.

“Nice day, eh?” Clark said, nudging Roona with his elbow.

The soldier woman did have the tendency to turn silent and still as a statue. Offering a nod and following it with a flicker of a smile, Roona had to agree. It did seem a rather pleasant day.

That was, until calls started crackling in over their comms.

Turning her eyes skyward, she imagined the hulking freighter that was descending upon the planet. If their reports were correct, the area would be devastated if something couldn’t be done to stop it. But, that wasn’t her worry for the moment – they would need to assist the evacuation efforts and get these people out of harm’s way.

 

[Simona Campos]

Location: RV Point 1, Deep Space, Harron Sector
Objective: Base Building (BYOO)

As the Silver Jedi had moved in to protect the Tarhassan system, the Rebel Alliance moved in right behind them to begin establishing their logistics network within former CSA space.

The agent stood quietly on the bridge of her Pelta, waiting for her contacts to show. Always paranoid, she hadn't provided them with direct coordinates to the new base complex. She planned on vetting everyone before passing them along.

Farther out from her position, a starfighter squadron drifted in standby mode, making them nearly invisible to passive detection. Some insurance in case she suddenly found herself face to face with an interdictor line. Unlikely, but then the Sith Empire's resources seemed infinite.

"Hopefully, some ex CSA peeps will show up," she told Adele. "It'll make it easier with the networking."

[member="Adele Crawford"]

 

[Adele Crawford]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: RV Point 1, Deep Space, Harron Sector[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Base Buiding (BYOO)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The CSA had fallen, just like others before it to the Sith Empire. A hand rested against her face as she pondered this. So many strong governments that had stood against time – suddenly gone. One was once her home, if she could even call it that. Where she stood now and who she stood with felt more like home than anything. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The mission sounded simple enough, the Silver Jedi moved to protect the system from any lingering Sith opposition. While that happened the Rebel Alliance was going to do some establishing. Looking up from her data pad, Adele looked towards the woman beside her. Nodding, it would help if some of the CSA members arrived. “From what I heard a lot of the higher government officials were either killed or scattered. Were you able to find anyone?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Simona Campos"] felt as if she had more resources than anyone Adele knew, still they needed something to help them especially in old CSA space. [/SIZE]

 

[Klesta]

Objective 3: BYOO (performance of ergonomic assessments)
Location: Dandahass

"What are you suggesting that you do about the radiation?" Tabder asked, while gasping in horror.

"An ergonomic assessment can tell you what's wrong on a superficial level, but typically doesn't fix anything other than ergonomic problems on individual workstations on its own"

That was the cold, hard truth that often judges that ordered ergonomic assessments in cases of corporate criminal neglect only partially understood. Yes, there is some value in finding the defects. But just because the defects are found, doesn't mean the defects are actually addressed, and what the courts typically ask for in the sort of corporate criminal neglects where the defendant is ordered to have ergonomic assessments made, is that any violations found be addressed by a certain date. However, noise is also part of the game, even though there are no biological, lighting or chemical hazards. Most likely a leak of radioactive substance in some assembly line related to what makes a radiation launcher, well, launch radiation, he thought. The ordnance being manufactured there warrants taking a closer look as to what causes radiation and/or noise to become difficult to bear. And radiation is the more urgent of the two, the one problem that attracted the client charges of criminal negligence. Because he knew from experience that noise alone doesn't typically cause problems severe enough to lay criminal negligence charges in a manufacturing context.

 

[Tharr Hei]

Objective: 1,5
location: forest

After arriving in Tarhassan to watch the parade held in honor of the SJO, Tharr heard that there was a freighter on a collision course with the city.
Hearing that pods full of crew members split off the freighter and landed in the forest, Tharr decided to rescue the crew members, since his lack of training didnt allow to help with the freighter, and he knew that the more experience silver jedis would have everything under control.
Taking a speeder, a gps device and a com device, given to him by a local authority agent, Tharr speeds off into the woods tryng to find a higher ground to look for crashing signs.

 

[Errreembuhr]

Objective: BYOO

The message he'd received from his contacts in the Rebel Alliance contained coordinates to an area in deep space, though he was sure it wasn't the final destination. There would need to be a rendezvous, something he would himself do if it were him in the position of direction, followed by a trip elsewhere.

"Coming up on the destination now," the navigational officer droid on the Shadowclaw reported, followed seconds later by the cruiser coming out of hyperspace.

"Scans show friendly craft in the area sir. Shall we transmit our clearance codes now?"

"Do it," the Wookiee replied with a nod. He waited for a response from the frigate, one of a very old but quite reliable design. He'd worked with rebel groups before, but this one seemed more organized. More secretive. There was business that could be done here.


[member="Simona Campos"] | [member="Adele Crawford"]

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Location: Forest
Objective: 1.5
Peps: [member="Tharr Hei"]
Post: 2

Tana sat atop a tree, posited in almost perfect balance as her felt around with the force, several other attempts not showing anything else, but this time he was getting a, 'reading' best way to describe it. The force felt a little difference, recent disturbance somewhere, a small sense of death, though more in the plants then anything else, strange new reading that felt out of place in the forest, most likely those of the crew members, a good place to start, though thankfully he was not the only person out looking for the downed escape pods.

Opening his comlink Tana sent a message to the latest Padawan Hei who was reported to be on ground level with a speeder, how he was able to drive one through the dense trees and not crash was quite interesting. "Hei-san, i sense the possibility of one of the downed escaped pods in sector 12-EW just north of my position, you think you can take a look out there? message me back if you need any help, otherwise I will be scouting for a new location".

 

[Tharr Hei]

location: forest
objective:1.5
peps: [member="Tanaski Yumi"]
post 2

Tharr had just arrived at a hill with a clearing, when he was called on his comlink by Padawan Yumi.

After cheking the sector in cause, Tharr replied:
"I see a big clearing in the forest with smoke and broken trees, it must be one of the pods. I'm heading there now, i let you know if i need help as soon as I arrive. In the mean time look for the other pods, they must be close by."

After ending the call, Hei got on his speeder, navigating through the trees with the help of the Force and missing them just by inches.
The crash was full of broken and burned trees; pod parts where all over the place, some with cables sendig small electric sparks.
Spoting three crew members, Tharr got off his speeder bike asking how everyone was.

"We are three fine, just some scraches," a Neimodian enginner replied "but the navigator is badly hurt, she needs help as soon as possible."
"Where is she?" Hei asked.
"In the pod."

Arriving at the pod, the image was quite brutal, as the navigator was laying down with her arm in a unnatural way.

"Help me move her out, this pod is not safe, we need a litter, search for two strong branches."

The crew whent out and returned after a couple of minutes with a branch and a broken metal pipe.
The Padawan used his ropes to make the litter, laying it down next to the injured woman and carefully moving her on it.
With the help of a crew member they moved her out to a safer spot.

Turning his comlink on, Tharr called on the local authorities:

"We need medical help at sector 12-EW, I have a female human with a broken arm, she is concious and breathing."
"Copy that, help is on his way." the other end replied.

Using his comlink once more Tharr hailled the other Padawan to check his progress on finding the rest of the pods.

 

[Klesta]

Objective 3: BYOO (performance of ergonomic assessments)
Location: Dandahass

"Utinni! I found the leak of radioactive material!" Klesta shouted, while not attempting to effect the repairs on the leak.

And the leak has been found in a hard-to-reach area for people Tiffany's size but for Klesta, it was easier to get into a tight area to then detect the leak. And, if the changes are not made by the court's deadline, then the business can be found in contempt of court, and then it can be expropriated or liquidated. Even if neither happened, the higher management can face time in prison, he thought, while realizing that the assembly line for the missiles was experiencing a temporary shutdown. Yet, repairing the leak in the radioactive material circuit would need the repairer or repair droid to be shielded against radiation. In addition, he also was ordered to vacate the production line; his location was flagged by the R9 droid the maintenance department was using. Once he left the room, the R9 came over to the location of the radioactive material leak, and once that was done, there would be a need to seal the room and then purify the air so that the radioactive contaminants left in the air can decay somewhere safer, as with any other contaminants inside that expanse of machinery.

 

[Finley Dawson]

It was a pleasant day on the streets of Tarhassan. Large crowds had shown up for the festivities in celebration of their new partnership with the Silver Order. It had meant the choking blockade that had shattered their economy was now at an end, and they could finally rebuild.

There were all sorts of food stands along the streets, trying to capitalize on the proceedings with refreshed stocks. Finley himself was drawn to one stand that had a cone of meat rotating on a verticle spool. Every so often someone would slice off pieces stuffed in pita wraps chocked full of veggies and sour cream.

Ever the archivist, Finley couldn't help but snap a few shots of the stand and the wraps being made by a pair of portly Klatoonian men.

"Ah, what is that heavenly scent?" He inquired as he put away his datapad.

"Gyros," one of the men answered as he was slicing away another hunk of meat from a spool. "We only use the finest grass-fed Shaak"

"Almost ran us out of business," the other Klatoonian said, wrapping up a line of Gyros. "Sith blockade stopping shipments from Balamak. Only thing they have here is stringy nerf, and I refuse to serve that at my stand. No sir! What will you have?"

"Kudos to sticking to your guns That couldn't have been an easy decision." He rubbed his hands together and looked up at the menu. "Let's see, I think I'll take one gyro an--"

At the point, the universe saw fit to interfere with his attempt at gathering grub, air sirens now blaring loudly. In the Force, the who atmosphere shifted to one from hope and mirth to fear and confusion.

A few moments later, his datapad started buzzing with notifications. His future with gyros was sadly forgotten as he had to step away and check his messages.

An alert had been sounded by the Silver Order and local authorities. Trouble was brewing in the form of a falling starship on a collision course. If it couldn't be stopped then there was bound to be much death on the streets othe f capital.

"Rain check on the gyros," he muttered to himself as he started moving through the now panicked crowds. He was looking for a familiar face, Jedi or Ranger. Each was pretty easy to pick out, and he could have sworn he had just passed some Rangers (Roona's group) on the way to the stand.

He doubled back to find them. Once he was reunited with some other Silvers, then he could look into making himself useful somehow.


[member="Roona Osmari"] [member="Tempest Yore"] [member="Sala'dine"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Samara Raine"] [member="Saka Amara"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: RV Point 1, Deep Space, Harron Sector
Objective: Base Buiding (BYOO)
[member="Adele Crawford"] [member="Simona Campos"]
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One of the X-Wings passing by Simona's Pelta-Class Starship did a single barrel-roll; its' pilot having a little fun in the depths of space.

Knight Marakos shifted her starfighter back into position with the flight of X-Wings. Her engines burned dimly in the darkness as she continued her patrol with her fellow fighters. She'd been tasked with protecting the Pelta and defending Tarhassen airspace - If there were any surprises, she and her fellow warriors would be ready to engage or defend. Their mission had them on standby, and their weapons were locked.

The blonde-haired Pilot kept an eye on her Navcomputer & Sensors; she did not possess the same skills as one of her fellow Jedi companions, and like most pilots, required the use of her ship's Navcomputer to provide the data necessary to orient in space. Most of the lights were off in her small cockpit, allowing her a quiet place to think... which she enjoyed.

"Looks like a quiet sky..." She said, to no-one in particular.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Obj. 2

Clark rubbed the side of his face, “If that ship comes down…”

He didn’t even need to finish. The entirety of Nehass would be devastated and there would be countless casualties. But, even if they wanted to… the two rangers on the ground could do nothing to stop it.

“It’s out of our hands,” Roona replied, voice stony.

Truly, their only hope now was the spacey – if there were any of them here to help deal with this situation, that is. Listening to the information spilling out of her comm, she looked to the surrounding area for clues as to their current whereabouts in relation to the nearest shelter. They weren’t terribly far, but it would be a bit of a parade through the streets.

Moving to the front of the crowd, Clark and Roona established that they were here to help; their uniforms seemed to say it all. The makeup of the crowd before them was made up of young and old, Roona’s eyes found a rather elderly woman that was leaning on a cane for support.

“Listen up,” She said, elevating her tone for those around to hear clearly. “We will proceed to the nearest shelter, please stay calm – stay together.”

Her eyes then found [member="Finley Dawson"], a somewhat familiar face from around the Rest. He was rather a bookish fellow, from what she had gathered… but he could still be of some use. “You –help escort this lady to the shelter, if you please.” Roona indicated the woman with a cane. The elderly woman looked to Finley, eyes suddenly sparkling with what might have been admiration.

With that, Roona and Clark began to lead the way.

[member="Sala'dine"]

 

[Samara Raine]

Objective #2
~City Streets
Jedi [member="Finley Dawson"] [member="Sala'dine"] Rangers [member="Roona Osmari"] [member="Tyrell Caphey"]

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After arriving on Tarhassan with the Silver Jedi and accompanying Antarian Rangers, Samara had gone to a mag-shift medical clinic in an impoverished area of Nehass to do outreach care. The newly knighted Healer of the Silver Circle always tried to give back to the communities the Jedi Order were serving. This was the best way she knew how as many of the less fortunate lacked good medical care.

When the last patient was seen, the Jedi doctor gathered her things up and made way to where the parade was going to pass by. Today, the Tarhassans were holding festivities throughout the city to celebrate the end of the blockade that had the Expansion Region World nearly in a chokehold.

The streets were lined with parade watchers of both young and old even some Samara had treated at the clinic earlier. The Liann had never really seen one so she was excited like the rest of the citizenry present, but that exhilaration was to be cut short and replaced with something else.

Reports that an out of control freighter was inbound sent the public into a panic as a major evacuation of the city was called for. People out of fear started running and in some cases stampeding to get to an underground shelter. The Jedi Knight reached into the Force and sent a wave of calm to those in and around her. It helped to a degree, but her singular effort wasn't enough to stem the tide as some individuals were still pushed down onto the ground as others panicked.

Sea green eyes spotted the familiar uniform of a Ranger and another Jedi up ahead as the honey blonde knelt to give first aid to an injured person on the sidewalk, who had a broken leg as well as a pretty good bump to the head. The Jedi Healer could use the Force to heal it, but that would take time. Something they didn't have as every minute the careening vessel was getting closer to crashing into the surface of the planet unless an intervention was found.

Samara quickly splinted the fractured lower leg, then called out with a wave of her hand to get their attention. "I could use some help over here!"

 

[Klesta]

Objective 3: BYOO (performance of ergonomic assessments)
Location: Dandahass

"Just because the production area was evacuated, the control room is still fair game" the foreman of that production area told Klesta.

"All right... all right"

That Jawa was in the control room, where the foreman had his close control room staff inside, where he was to inspect whether there was furniture out of alignment, at odd angles or whether the furniture was out of alignment with the controls of the assembly line, which were inside that room. But he also realized that one of the consoles in that room was, in fact, defective... and the foreman was not at all happy about it. The Jawa realized that it must be brought to the attntion of that foreman's higher-ups (and probably the one guy that could be imprisoned if it came to that). Then again, it puzzled the Jawa more than just a little bit: he seemed to be responsible for the crime at least in part. Before he could actually report the problem to the one that ran the factory in the first place, he needed to deal with a rather troublesome foreman that wanted nothing better than to cover up the malfunctioning console. Yet, it was possible that replacing the malfunctioning console could be part of the issues incurred. Meanwhile, Tiffany was in another area of the factory...

"Togo togu! There seems to be a defective console" Klesta warned the foreman.