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

[John Locke]

Location: Spaceport

Objective: 1: Prepare for blast off.

The ride to the spaceport had been a whirl of data, of schematics and damage analysis whirling past the engineer's eyes as he quickly flicked through all the data available. He wouldn't be able to say for sure what the problem was until he actually got up to the ship but at least he could go in prepared for the situation he'd find in space. The more he knew, the faster he could diagnose and get to repairing the problem before it became a problem for the planet.

"Ahem" John tore his gaze away from the schematics to star at his companion, at the commlink the droid was waving infront of his face. "Oh right," With a guilty start John retrieved the device, raising it to his lips, "This is Commodore John Locke, to any Silver Jedi Forces on Tarhassan, if you are not aware there is a runaway ship headed towards the planet. Any mechanics on the planet, please prepare a Luna for emergency take-off, I'm headed up to the ship, and anyone who wants to join me can meet me there. All other Silver Jedi, please support the authorities dealing with the crowd. I hope we can stop the ship before it hits the planet, but preparation never hurt and they'll need our help to quell a riot." That ought to do it, right? Hopefully, the Luna would be ready in time to take them straight up.

[member="Charlie Nooran"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Aubrey King]

Location: Tarhassan Orbit
Objective: High-Speed Boarding (Objective 1)
With: [member="John Locke"], [member="Charlie Nooran"], [member="Kat Decoria"]

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

As the wayward freighter Slick Willy began careening on a dangerous collision path for Tarhassan's capital, the initial response by the local defense force was to deploy its small navy to stop the ship by means of tractor beams, but the beams would never hold.

Upon closer inspection, an astute sensor operator detected the freighter encased in some kind of tertiary shield, a cocoon of incoherent energy fields much like a disruptor field. This discovery was both equal parts amazing and horrifying, this exotic shield allowing it to defy standard countermeasures, including the Tarhassan's theater shields.

A new solution was required.

Help came in the way of the Silver Spacy, deploying the Star Destroyer Ronald McDonald to a system as a relief force. Dropships would begin streaming from the from the twin hangar arms of the destroyer to the city, carrying teams of engineers and pieces of a new shielding system that had been originally designed to defeat disruptor field technology.

Meanwhile, a large squadron of Kobold Blastboasts appeared from a precision microjump ahead of Slick Willy, reformed into wide ring formation, then decelerated to encircle the freighter. Once a parallel path had been established, they activated their Predator Interdiction Drives while still decelerating slowly, the idea being to slow down and gradually guide the freighter onto a new trajectory away from the city, and hopefully the planet altogether.

Inside one of the Kobolds, Aubrey was prepping her gear as she stood among a platoon of Space Marines and a few other members of Onyx squadron waiting to stuff themselves into boarding pods. Confident in her abilities junior officer and squadron commander had volunteered from the awesome task of saving the vessel, while her marine counterparts attempted a daring rescue operation in concert with other Silvers coming from the surface (John and company).

That had been about an hour ago. Now she was standing there in the dimly lit bay, knots twisting in her stomach. This was it, she was really there for this crazy karking mission.

Aubrey didn't want to die.

She was a starfighter pilot, one of the most dangerous positions in a Spacy (or Navy for my traditional folks), but she always felt like she had some measure of control over her destiny flying her own fighter. However, now she would have to depend on others to do their part as she got to work. She hated the lack of control, but she was a soldier and would follow her duty.

Oh, the life of a Spacy pilot.

If she got through this, she was going to find a local bar planetside and drink it dry.

 

[Finley Dawson]

Location: Nehass
Objective: Evacuations (Objective 2)

It was a good thing that he had doubled back, as he did end up finding the Rangers he had passed from earlier. For a few moments, his eyes locked with a woman among them. She immediately struck the Jedi as an oddity, clearly Force Sensitive but a Ranger. Maybe she was one of those floods of Ysanna who had joined up with the SJO a while ago.

He was knocked out of his thoughts on the woman by her surprisingly commanding tone - she certainly barked as well as any soldier - asking for his help with a little old lady.

"Sergent Osmari, ah right," he replied, picking her name and rank from the tape on her uniform. He turned his attention to the elderly woman, now smiling at him with a twinkle in her eye. "Ma'am, would you follow me?"

He extended a hand after coming close, then she promptly dropped her in his with a light squeeze. From there, he followed the Rangers as they were leading other people to the nearest shelter.

All around them, panic was still spreading across the crowds as they rushed home or to shelters, and above them air speeders zipped to the air erratically as they rushed to flee the city altogether. Fortunately, many peace officers and soldiers had already been out on the streets for crowd control during the parade, so they kept the crowds from completely devolving into a state of anarchy.

He could feel another Force User focusing on them, then her shouting to attract their attention. Pausing, he turned to find a blonde attending an injured man on the ground.

"Hey hold up," he told the Rangers. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I need to assist my colleague."

"Oh no, it's fine," she said with a nod, seeing the hurt person as well. "I've had a good run - I wouldn't want someone being left behind because of me."

"No one is being left behind, Ma'am. It'll just be a minute."

He reached out to tap her on the forearm, then jogged over to the blonde and her charge. Upon closer inspection, he recognized the woman as the former apprentice of Master Kitra, the last Grandmaster of the Silver Order. It was quite a prestigious position to have, a sign she was a Jedi of great potential. He also remembered a time he tried talking to her in the dining hall one day, then chickened out. However, now in crisis mode, his desperation trumped any sense of awkwardness he had felt before.

"I'm Knight Dawson," he announced not expecting her to remember him. "What's going on here?"

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

 

[Charlie Nooran]

Objective 1

[SIZE=10pt]Charlie listened to Kat as she announced how great she was. The smaller padawan could help but chuckle at the girl. The sweet bread she was chewing on lowered from her lips as she remarked softly to the girl with such a confidence in her skills. “If were the greatest – you would have been first on board, hmm?” Giving Kat the cheekiest of grins, the Seoulian padawan returned to eating her sweet bread. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Just as she had spoken and teased Kat, a voice boomed over the comms. The man introduced himself as John Locke, a last name that Charlie had heard a few times. She continued to chew on her bread as she listened and nodded. Seeing this as the right opportunity for the ‘Greatest Mechanic’, she turned towards Kat and pointed in the direction of where John was gathering mechanics and others. Charlie looked around and figured there were enough Silver Jedi here to help the crowd. She finished the bread and tossed the wrapper away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Kat, we should head towards where Mr. Locke is saying to go so we can get your aboard. If you’re the greatest mechanic – I’m the greatest body guard.” The teenager preened as she chuckled and began to head towards the ship to take them towards the runaway ship. She had been a body guard before and she did a wonderful job doing that. Musing, she remembered Kat had robolegs, maybe she did her own maintenance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The pair would report to [member="John Locke"] in preparation to help. [/SIZE]

[member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Aubrey King"]

 

[Klesta]

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

"Defective console? We can't afford to breach the loan covenants we have entered into"

"Couldn't you or your bosses make payments in equity?"

Typically, payments in equity were less liquid than payments in cash, even if said equity was a short-term investment on the supplier's balance sheet. Now, the Sith Inquisitor realized that it would sometimes take days or weeks to get the resulting equity securities sold. Yet, it saddened Klesta to see that the myopic foreman didn't have the power to request a payment in equity for these capital expenditures such as the replacement of the control room consoles (even though the repairs to the radioactive material circuits were more likely than not to be expensed). He knew that most companies would reserve payments in equity for capital expenditures, especially the major ones, or at least those publicly-traded companies, but a company paying in equity for anything other than salaries is the sign that it is either new or struggling, and sometimes both. Just that the Jawa could feel that something's not right with the foreman and promptly storms out of the control room in an attempt to get the boss to hear about the alternative plan to pay for the replacement console.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Objective 1

Kat heard Charlie call to her, calling her out on being the greatest mechanic. Did Charlie read her thoughts? She thought she didn't say that bit out loud. Didn't matter, though if that were true then Kat wouldn't be blushing as Charlie reached for her hand. "Well, I figured everyone forgot that I was the greatest mechanic ever. I don't often go bragging, gets tedious having everyone being jealous." Kat scratched the back of her head as she tried to ease some of her nerves.

John Locke contacted everyone about a way to board the ship, Kat saw this as her chance and eagerly joined Charlie. She was eating some form of bread, Kat didn't find this unusual, Charlie was often found grazing on one time of food or other. It was amazing that Charlie was not a monster of a person, but then Kat had seen the woman wield a pair of hammers with deadly force. Something like that required strong muscular frame, which would require plenty of calories to maintain.

Kat shook her head as she tried to focus less on Charlie and her hammers and more on the big issues on hand. Charlie headed off to John Locke with some mention of being her bodyguard. Kat laughed deeply, the day an Echani needed a bodyguard was the day the galaxy was really in trouble. "I think I will be fine, been fighting longer than I have been walking." Statement that was true, she was taught how to protect herself while in the wheelchair. "We got this, leave it to us pair." She smirked as she guided Charlie to the runaway ship, boarding it. Tapping on the comms, she got in contact with her droid, M1-NI.

"Hey Shorty, get me the schematics of...." Kat paused then looked over to Charlie. "Urmmmm... What's the style of ship crashing into us?"

[member="Charlie Nooran"] | [member="John Locke"]

 

[Roona Osmari]

Obj. 2
Streets of Nehass

Roona gave [member="Finley Dawson"] a slight nod to acknowledge his words; there wasn’t much time for pleasantries. Otherwise, she might have asked his name. Instead, she returned her attention to the streets ahead, Clark at her side and perhaps a step or two behind. As they walked at a brisk pace, she listened to the transmission from Commodore [member="John Locke"] concerning the situation. It seemed that things were kicking off, but would they have enough time to act?

But then, some commotion took her attention. Looking towards the nearby sidewalk, it seemed that there were already injuries. A Jedi healer that she recognized as [member="Samara Raine"] was there tending to a man, the bookish fellow had left his elderly charge in order to assist.

This development would certainly complicate matters.

They needed to keep moving. As her green eyes watched the two dealing with the injured man, she felt a twisting in her stomach. She motioned for Clark to keep leading the crowd toward the shelter, and she stepped to the side to join the Jedi and the librarian.

“I’ll leave you two to handle this,” Roona said, but then added in a softer tone, “Can you manage?”

Peering down the street, she could see that the local authorities were drawing other portions of the parade-goers down other routes. With any luck, there wouldn’t be any stragglers… but in every crowd there were those that wished to flow against it.

 

[John Locke]

Objective: 1

"Here, I've got you." John made a waving motion with his hand as if he was flicking something at Kat, a data packet downloading into her comms unit, EX recognised the gesture transmitting the data to the Padawan. The engineer had seen both girls around, the small girl with the pair of hammers at her waist hung around Master Nooran a lot, her Padawan. The other girl he'd seen in the Ranger's bade but not much more than that, luckily EX was more than happy to step in to fill in the space his more technically minded master was less capable at.

"Padawan's Charlie and Kat I believe, it's nice to see you, thanks for joining us." The droid inclined his head at the girls before John stepped in, "Nice to see you both. They're just fueling up the Luna to take us up there. I've just been reviewing the situation in orbit. It doesn't look like any of our ships are able to get a hold of it with their tractor beams. If we had a capital ship we might try to interpose their mass between the planet and the freighter, but we don't have anything I'd trust to take that hit. If we can't think up anyway to stop it before it gets to the planet we might have to board it and try to shut down the engines, maybe find a way to redirect it." The man stroked his beard in thought, the droid shrugging at the girls, "I'm sorry, he gets this way with an interesting problem." "I'm not all that bad," "Commenor last week." "I hate you EX, you know that." "I'm shivering in my chassis sir I'm sure."

John shook his head and gestured at the transport, "Where are my manners, ladies first, we've got some projectors in the transport, so see what plans you can come up with by the time we get up there. I get the feeling this isn't gonna be as easy as I'd like."

[member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Charlie Nooran"]

 

[Liuna]

Obj. 1

Near the capital building, there were politicians and aides in a frenzy. Liuna watched with a quiet gaze set upon them. It wasn’t long before their guards came to escort them underground to wait out the storm… or rather, the large freighter ship was hurling towards the planet. These types knew how things worked well enough, Liuna suspected. Whether the ship was brought to safety or crashed, they would live on to continue running the show long after.

With that, the Mirialan Shadow moved on.

Dressed in plain clothes, there was nothing about her that would say she was associated with the Order. That was how she liked it, most of the time. But now, it seemed that there was work to be done.

Hurried steps brought her to the landing pad, where she spotted several others with the Order. Slipping up to meet them, she made it in time to hear [member="John Locke"] give a quick briefing. Well, this was bound to be interesting. With her skills as a slicer and an agent, perhaps she could be of some use here after all.

“Made it just in time,” She said, once John was finished. “Liuna,” was the Mirialan’s quick introduction. “Here to help.”

[member="Charlie Nooran"], [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Klesta]

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

"I think I have another way to pay for this defective console we found in the control room of the ammunition assembly chain"

"What is it?"

"Equity: you issue shares for the console's value and the supplier can then sell those shares upon receipt"

The Jawa could be made to feel that the facility's manager was incredulous, and that he could seriously not expect to be losing control over the company, even if it was the only way out of expropriation that remained. Expropriation, in the context of entire businesses, often meant liquidiating or nationalizing the business in question, once under the government's hands; however, sometimes, the assets could be auctioned off during a liquidation process. Sometimes ot can be done at a bargain, sometimes the price obtained could be exorbitant. Yet Klesta was made to feel that Tabder's Radiation Launchers could be acquired on the cheap if somebody with some taste for business risks was willing to do so. Especially with the stigma that typically surrounds an expropriated company, even one that could somehow break even. Even then, bids to purchase companies being liquidated or expropriated could typically be rejected on the grounds of not preserving the local workforce, which can sometimes mean a company could get bought for a lower amount for this reason.

 

[Simona Campos]

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

"I've made contact with a few, the highest ranking being the former Minister of Justice. I'm hoping to use him to make contact with any other remnants of the CSA military not already gathered up by Veiere, but it's my fear that all that's left was stuck on that one Destroyer."

It hadn't even been a contest between the Sith Empire and the Systems Alliance in their war, the Sith striking the heart of the Commenori's empire before anyone could blink. If there was a silver lining, perhaps most of the local defense forces had survived after Kay had surrendered so early into the fighting, sparing the rest of the Systems Alliance the burdens of a prolonged campaign. They would need everything to fight the Sith, who were reinforcing their position every day.

"Ma'am, new contact," a sensor operator called out aloud. "IFF tags cleared as the Shadowclaw."

"Ah, Mr. Robot himself," she replied with a nod. "Transmit the coordinates of ba---"

"Major! Alert from Aurora! (Rebel base name.) They're under attack!"

Simona frowned, rushing to the comm officer's station. Sure enough, there were all sorts of alerts running across his monitors.

"What is it? Who's attacking?"

Her stomach sank, they were already getting hit before they could even get back on their feet.

"It's unclear. It's not an enemy fleet, but...Sithspawn."

"I see...give me a direct line to the Shadowclaw."

The comm's officer nodded, then quickly did as ordered. Soon she had her encrypted channel.

"This is Major Simona Campos of Phoenix Command. Seems like your timing was spot on...the base is being harassed by some kind of Sithspawn, but we're in no shape to deal with this alone while everything is still under construction. Think you can lend a hand?"

[member="Adele Crawford"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Errreembuhr"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

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

It wasn't that only three ships were under Darlyn's control, it's that he only owned one and trusted two.

The owned ship was his MS-10, with two X-wings in Commenori blue and silver flanking on either side. Inside, one Darkside master, and two Chasin City cops. All in uniform, of course, to be professional. There was no point in being rude and showing up in casual wear, nor in being pompous and appearing in formal attire, they were here to observe a new base, and hopefully sneak away to find the liquor cabinet if time permitted. Not attend a formal ball.

Not that Darlyn's uniform was anything of the normal sort, being robes that bunched up around him quite comically as he sat back in his fighter, hyperspace fading away to reveal the pelta they had come to see. Yet while their mission was simple, and should leave him at ease, something felt off. Dark. Sickeningly dark... sickeningly familiar.

"Sir, clearance codes have been transmitted."

"Understood, eyes open officers. No idea why but I have a bad feeling about this."

Quiet between the three, as they awaited an answer.

[member="Adele Crawford"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Errreembuhr"] [member="Simona Campos"]

 

[Errreembuhr]

Sithspawn. Eugh. Errreembuhr had heard of the horrific experiments done often by Sith to create twisted abominations using the Force and perversions of technology. While he'd never faced one before, he would be happy to help in destroying them. The Shadowclaw had proven itself above Kashyyyk, and further combat testing would be needed to optimize its abilities. Besides, it was luck that the hangars were filled with TIE/Es rather than the typical two squadrons it carried.

"This is Captain Errreembuhr, good to make contact Major Campos," he replied over the encrypted link, his translation device turning his language into Basic. "We're happy to help out. Send us the coordinates, I'll have my weapons and fighters readied for combat on the way there."

With a nod to the weapons officer the general quarters order went out, and he watched on display screens as the garrison began to arm and the fighters began to be prepped for launch on command. From the reports he'd heard of them, no two sithspawn were alike, but he would be prepared for anything that came their way. Such was the design intention of the *Shadowclaw*.

[member="Simona Campos"]
[member="Adele Crawford"]
[member="Drystan Marakos"]

 

[Samara Raine]

Objective #2
Nehass streets, helping to evacuate

While waiting for additional help to arrive, Samara continued to attend to her patient. The man not only had a fractured fibula mid-shaft, but had hit his head in the fall as well leaving him mildly concussed and a bloodied mess from a scalp laceration. For now a pressure dressing had been applied to the cut to control the bleeding, which looked worst than it really was because the scalp and face were very vascular. The small lac would have to be stitched closed later and the broken bone set properly when safe within a shelter.

"I'm Knight Dawson," a dark-haired Jedi announced. "What's going on here?"

​The honey blonde looked up from her knelling position and flashed a small smile at [member="Finley Dawson"].

"Hi, I'm Knight Raine... I know you from the library, right?" Sam answered, her sea green orbs flickering in thought as she tried to remember where she'd seen him before. The young Jedi doctor spent a lot of time studying in the archives at Silver Rest... It was her home away from home so to speak when not in the medbay.

"This man took a nasty fall when the crowd panicked. He has a broken leg and a concussion with a head wound. I need to get him to a medical facility or at least a shelter first aid station where I can give him more advanced care than here."

The Antarian Ranger Samara had spotted earlier walked over to check on their status. After a moment of inspection, [member="Roona Osmari"] seemed to understand the situation.

“I’ll leave you two to handle this,” the female soldier said, but then added in a softer tone, “Can you manage?”

"Yes, Sergeant, I believe we can," Sam nodded affirmably, then something in a nearby alley caught her eye making the lightbulb in her head come on.

"I have a plan to expedite our travel... Stay with the patient, I'll be right back," the healer said to Finley, then she jogged over to where a street vendor's service vehicle had been left.

Samara's first master had taught her sometimes one had to think outside the box, use initiative, even bend the rules a bit in order to help those in dire need. This was one of those times.

The blonde Jedi slid into the driver's seat and of course there were no keys in the ignition. She sighed and crouched down under the dashboard, feeling for two particular wires, then struck them together. When the engine started, the Liann pulled the open-bed speeder truck over to where the other Jedi was waiting with the injured man and hopped out.

"Let's get him loaded gently in the back, then we can pick up others in need of assistance along the way to the shelter like perhaps the elderly woman you were helping earlier... "

 

[Klesta]

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

"We are getting expropriated in a few weeks; do you think the console can be replaced in time to prevent expropriation? Just because we know how to pay and account for it, and for any other repairs, regardless of any trade-in allowance for the old console, doesn't mean we can have the console ready to use prior to any expropriation"

"How many weeks is a few weeks? I have no idea how long the lead time is to order a new console"

Even though, typically, sales for industrial equipment are made on account and payment is not typically made before the merchandise has at least left the premises of the manufacturer (in which case FOB shipping point is assumed, and freight is also charged) or arrived at the client (FOB destination, and then freight is included in the item's cost) the boss had a point. Repairs are being made on the radiation production line, and Klesta found the leak of radioactive material. Two defects were found, but poor Klesta: finding the defect was all fine and dandy, just that industrial equipment could take as many as eight weeks to come, and if they were expropriated within two weeks, then the local authorities are left with the console's bill on its books. That said, expropriating a company is not a pleasant operation to make for the local authorities given its cost and especially legal and fiscal complexities: running a state-owned company is not a sinecure, even if the window for cronyism was real and verified. Plus expropriation is not without its pitfalls.

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

Objective: TBA [To Be Ascertained] (Overseeing Ground Operations From Commenori Space)

Tancred was in the command-center of his cruiser, one among four warships deployed just on the edge of Commenor's orbit, at a respectful distance. His communications officers were all busy at their own respective stations; some relaying commands from Tancred to troops on the vectoring *armored personnel-carriers, (cramped as they were) awaiting deployment locations and the allocation of new objectives, others maintaining a connection in a recently decrypted communications link, sent directly from staff based in Narses' hidden location.

<<<Send a transmission to the Rebel Alliance, Lieutenant! They'll know where to send us! It's time we got coordinates for our inbound *APC's... Ready communications with Major Campos!>>>
<<<Aye, Sir! Transmitting... Now!>>>

"Major Campos, this is Captain Tancred of the Siel Manta. We have sent a battalion of troops to aid you in whatever manner suits best... They are currently en route to Nehass, but we need more specific coordinates to proceed effectively."


[member="Simona Campos"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: RV Point 1, Deep Space, Harron Sector
Objective: Base Building (BYOO)
Vicinity: [member="Simona Campos"] [member="Errreembuhr"] [member="Adele Crawford"]

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The warning came barking from Drystan's headset; Aurora was under attack by something she'd faced only once before...

Sithspawn. The very name made her cringe.

The disqusting, damned flying beasts were living starfighters, capable of melting steel with their powerful attacks. They were also notoriously difficult to kill. Agility & Violence were the key to defeating them... and thankfully, Drystan would not be alone.

Drystan acknowledged the call for assistance and radioed she, too, would respond. That done, she sent a quick subspace-burst toward the Shadowclaw.

"I'm with you." She told Captain Errreembuhr, and began priming her weapons for contact.

 

[Finley Dawson]

Location: Nehass
Objective: Evacuations (Objective 2)

"That's right," he answered with a chuckle. "Home away from home." When he wasn't at the temple working on the archives, he was studying for his doctorate.

His expression grew sober as Raine explained the situation and he began to examine the man for himself. A broken leg and a rather nasty concussion. Normally big problems on their own, but the issue was only compounded having to work on the man in the middle of panicked mobs. There was no choice but to move him despite the risks with a head injury.

By this time Sergent Osmari had joined the pair. He smiled again and gave an approving nod.

"You Rangers always come in handy, thanks."

Raine left Finley and Osmari to watch over the man as she acted upon her "creative solution" for transportation, which turned out to be grand theft auto. It was quite an ingenious move given the situation, but he could already imagine an angry vendor coming back to their missing truck. (He was a half glass full kind of guy that believed they would all make it through to the end.) He wished he had a pen and pad at the point to leave a friendly note on where to find them in the end.

"Hmm," he started, looking into the front of the truck to find her wire job. "The good doctor is quite full of surprises."

He looked back down at the man. "Since we don't have cot to roll him on, we can lift him inside together with TK (telekinesis). Is there anything soft inside we can rest him against? Sergent, would you mind getting the lady seated as we move him?"

[member="Samara Raine"] [member="Roona Osmari"] [member="Tempest Yore"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Nehass
Objective: Evacuations (Objective 2)
[member="Finley Dawson"], [member="Samara Raine"]

Roona nodded as the librarian and the Jedi healer set to work. She was glad that they felt confident in their abilities. That was the brilliant thing about members of the Order; they recognized their duties and carried them out. It kept things running smoothly, something that the Sergeant appreciated, even if her expression said very little at all.

“Good,” She started to turn to join the crowd again, but paused when Knight Raine mentioned an idea and sped off towards a vendor cart.

Brows lofting, she watched as the blonde woman drove the cart back over to their position. It was an interesting choice, to be sure, but a resourceful one. It would certainly help them keep up the pace with the injured needed assistance. Nodding to Knight Dawson, Roona stepped away for a moment. Leaving the two Jedi to load up the injured man, she made her way back into the flow of the crowd. The little old lady hadn’t gotten very far, leaning hard on her cane for assistance.

“Ma’am, come with me, we have a way.” Roona said, offering her arm.

The elderly woman followed Roona back over to Knights Dawson and Raine, she was already smiling at Finley again, glad to be reunited with her new companion.

“Just a moment,” The Sergeant said, indicating that the injured man would be loaded first. Together they stood on the sidewalk, and watched the two Jedi at work.

 

[Klesta]

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

"We're getting expropriated in two weeks"

"Repairs complete" Tiffany reported over comms.

"These repairs are necessary but by no means sufficient to avoid expropriation. We need to carry out tests and clean up radioactivity, and these won't be done in two weeks"

"Utinni: why is it that the courts made us come here? Before we carry on assessing the other workstations, we would like to know how many workstations are covered in this court order"

Just because the ergonomic assessments and the repairs made in their wake are not enough to avoid a grisly fate, that of expropriation, doesn't mean the company is off the hook for those ergonomic assessments, paid in equity by the company or in cash by the local authorities. The thing is that these court-ordered ergonomic assessments are billed by the station, and the credit terms depend on the number of stations. Yet, just because they were billed on a FOB destination basis (because services cannot be inventoried, FOB shipping point is out of the question), doesn't mean they can actually go around and wait for those bills to go unpaid by the expropriation date. In fact, in an expropriation process, every liability must be made known to the people in charge of the expropriation process so that the local authorities could actually know what they are on the hook for, and same goes with equity and assets. In fact, the controller is working with the local authorities regarding that aspect of the expropriation process; even though, on the local authorities' balance sheet, assets, liabilities and equity would be reported at fair value, the fair value of accounts payable and cash on hand are typically the same as their book values.