We Can Help (GA Dominion of Thyferra)

[Fiolette Fortan]

Shed was happy about the Kleve, happier that they managed to get their hands on one.

"It wasn't easy but we still have a few connections," Fiolette smirked, "it'll arrive within the next day or two but at the very least we can inform the Alliance of such."

He nodded, "yeah when it gets here though we're scrappin things."

"Probably but let's not get rid of everything still might be able to reuse some of the equipment," she added, "now you and Rae are with me, we'll head down to the surface and figure out where to put the corresponding terraforming station." And see if she had truly learned anything from Riflor and Kaeshana, Riflor being the First Order's undisputed leader in such technologies thanks to the Advosze and Kaeshana having been the beneficiary of their work. She and her two crewmates got into the sleek shuttle and alerted the Alliance that they'd be heading down to the surface.

Post #4.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Objective: 1
Location: Thyferra - space


In the communications room of the Archangel command ship, Callisto and Moira conferred. The Archangel director was not here in person, but as a hologram. "Report on the status of operations," she ordered. HRDs did not waste time with niceties such as 'how are you doing' or 'by the way, your hair looks lovely today'.


"Significant progress has been made in rescuing trapped survivors and clearing away rubble. Some of our convoys came under attack from looters, but the disturbances were terminated. We estimate that the port will be complete within a week," Callisto reported crisply.


"That is acceptable. Medical patients?"


"Our capacities are overflowing, both in the shelters and on our ships. They will be transported to more...permanent hospitals outside of the system." There, they could receive the care they really needed. As always, Archangel had only their wellbeing in mind. "Many have volunteered for the implanation of cybernetics."


"Proceed then."


"There is another matter, Director. Our sources report that Enyo Typhos was sighted on Thyferra during the battle, on the side of the Sith Empire."


There was a pause. "Her working for them as a contractor explains why she could fund her private army. She will be dealt with. We have traced her movements to Karakorum. Organic Minion 009 will be fully operational soon. The treatment appears to agree with her." Callisto had her own thoughts on this, but kept quiet. "Continue with operations on Thyferra, then return to HQ."

 

[Eugen Aker]

Objective: Paranormal Activity (BYOO)

Standing on the command walkway of The Nightingale's bridge, Jyoti quietly observed the blue shafts of light streaking past the ship within hyperspace. It was said that one could induce a state of madness if they looked upon hyperspace too long, but she only felt comfort from her idle viewing. Transit offered a temporary solace from the all the problems of the galaxy and where she felt closer to the Cosmic Force, the fundamental building blocks of reality itself.

"Entering the Jaso Sector," the helmsman announced from his station below the walkway. "Reversion in less than three minutes."

Jyoti nodded slowly, then let out a soft sigh under her breath. Back to the grind of chaos.

She turned from the viewports to speak with Admiral Olan, captain of The Nigthingale and commander of the naval component of the expedition, only second to Jyoti herself.

"Once we're in the system I'd like you to disperse the battlegroup throughout the system, and check in with Admiral Thuku about patrols and deploying on Phoenix Station. I doubt the Sith will return for seconds, but one can never be sure with them. Stay alert."

She was hitting the surface as soon as they reverted, to investigate paranormal disturbances reported by advanced survey teams that had arrived ahead of her humanitarian mission. She hadn't been surprised by the news. With mass death on global scale, there was little doubt that such disturbances had been left in the wake of destruction.

"One last thing," she said, moving closer. "Keep a close eye on supply deliveries to Phoenix Station. Other organizations have been complaining about some funny business going on there. Probably the usual deal of corrupt officials and greedy contractors exploiting the situation. I might look into the matter further after I finish my work planetside, but for now, I'll leave it to you."

While she waited for his response, she pinged Charlie over her comlink. While working and brooding on the bridge, she had left her apprentice alone to study and train on her own. She was curious to see if Charlie had done much of either.

[member="Charlie"] [member="Sentus Olan"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]

 

[Thom Naudir]

Objective: 1,2
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Charlie"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]


Sentus looked up from the data pad he had been reading when [member="Jyoti Nooran"] spoke, nodding his head as he passed the data pad to a waiting crewman. As the ships dropped out of hyperspace, Sentus made his way across the small catwalk of the bridge towards the Jedi Master, his cloak barely moving around him as he came to a halt by her side. While he did not entirely like the idea of not having full control of his naval forces, he had to admit that this particular mission called for a Jedi's gentler touch. The Void Wolves were not well known for their subtly after all. As she was issuing orders, Sentus turned to look down at one of bridge officers, one of the few living members of the crew on the bridge. A brief glare from the admiral sent him scurrying back to work.

"It will be done, General. I shall contact our Galactic Alliance allies at once, and ensure our arrival does not spark any incidents. And do not worry General. If the Sith try anything, they will be running back to their backwards Empire with their cowardly tails tucked between their legs." His words brought a brief cheer from the bridge crew, before they quickly got back to work. The 9th fleet hadn't been present as Kashyyyk during the most recent battle with the Sith. They had been on patrol rooting out pirates that had begun to infest the eastern edges of the Silver Jedi allied space. It had left a burning desire for revenge in the hearts of the Void Wolves, something Sentus had not discouraged.

As the General told him of the missing supplies, he leaned his head in, minimizing the space between them. Nodding, he straightened himself back up, looking out as the first medical ships began to exit hyperspace behind the Nightingale.

"Do not worry General, I shall see to the matter personally." Turning, Sentus marched across the bridge to the communication terminal, his breath from the icy cold temperature on the bridge trailing behind him. Without needing to be told, the droid opened a secure channel to the GA fleet.

"Galactic Alliance, this is Admiral Olan of the Silver Jedi Order. We have come bearing medical supplies and aid for this world. Requesting permission to approach."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Thyferra
Objective: Medical relief
Allies: GA [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Sentus Olan"] [member="Charlie"]

"We're being hailed" the communications officer reported in.

"Patch it through"

"Galactic Alliance, this is Admiral Olan of the Silver Jedi Order. We have come bearing medical supplies and aid for this world. Requesting permission to approach."

"Permission granted"

The aid of the Silver Jedi was welcome here, the medvac ships already on-scene have become increasingly crowded and extra units being dispatched. They helped the Alliance out in the Thyferra dossier when the attack was underway, by means of supplying the bacta-producing ship schematics to be subcontracted to other companies all over GA space (one of which fell into First Order hands after the fact, but that particular company relocated to Republican space in short order afterward). Soon after that, the quartermaster reported back in on the status of the oxygen supplies and how long they were expected to last. These bottles won't last very long; even accounting for the Silvers' ability to save patients, their ability to provide much-needed bacta and other medical supplies, and the rate at which these bottles are refilled in-house, the extras would prove necessary. The quartermaster took the liberty to request reinforcements while she was busy curing another patient with carbon monoxide poisoning in the CIC.

"The oxygen bottles are under way along with three additional hospital ships, admiral"

"Good: lots of oxygen starvation, carbon monoxide poisoning going on around here"

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Oral-Turinabol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

96 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Medvac extras (ETA: 2 posts)

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ANS Aspirin (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Nandrolone (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

96 M47 Illria ambulances

 

[Charlie Nooran]

Objective: Paranormal Activity (BYOO)
Allies: GA, SJO, [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Sentus Olan"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]


Sitting the middle of the empty room, Charlie stared at the training remote droid that Jyoti had brought along with them. She was growing bored of it and there were small burns on her hands where the droid had gotten a shot off. A single finger was in her mouth as she nursed the freshest burn as she stared at the droid trying to figure it out. The helmet she wore blinded her and she needed to feel through the force to deflect the blasters. Success rate so far was roughly 75%, but the speed of the shots would pick up and then she’d lose it.

Falling on her back, where she was sitting, Charlie looked up at the ceiling of the ship and blinked. Did all ships have the same ceiling? Despite the small number of ships she had been on, the padawan still preferred the Kitsune. Yawning, Charlie figured she worked hard enough today and she was getting to the point where she actually needed some sort of sleep. Dozing off she figured because she was sent off Jyoti had some actual work to do and Charlie wouldn’t be disturbed for any particular reason. Sleep came rather easy, with her finger still in her mouth.

Beep. Beep. Beep.​

​

A single eye opened as she looked at her hand that was tucked near her head that had her comm. The only person who would ever page her on it was Jyoti, sitting up Charlie rubbed her eye and then remembered the burns and hissed quietly under her breath. Frowning she really hadn’t picked up healing just yet, so the burns were going to have to just be there until she figured out what to do about them. Charlie took her time standing up and stretching, the worst thing she could ever do was pull a muscle. Yawning, Charlie headed around the corner towards the bridge. She was situated close by which was good because getting lost on a ship she didn’t’ know also would be a terrible thing.

Being allowed on the bridge, Charlie walked up to Jyoti with another yawn and slumped shoulders. She took a minute and then stood straight up and fought another sleepy yawn. Hands hidden under her tunic, the K’paur girl spoke quietly. “You called for me, Master?” Looking away from the woman, she caught tail ends of conversation. This probably meant they were getting to the point where they needed to be. Excitement began to build up in the small padawan.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

On the ground, the team walked out in what looked liked hazmat suits.

Paranoid. Overly cautious, sure but what they saw - made them glad for the suits and the helmets that concealed their faces. "Right, we're here to find a suitable spot to put a terraforming station."

"Tellin' you the whole mineral and ore thing Shed talked about," Rae mentioned as she turned her head to get a better look at her surroundings.

"I told him it was a solid idea but not one for Thyferra, I believe," Fiolette countered, "now come along both of you, we've work to do."

The Kleve station hadn't arrived yet, but part of her wished it was already there then she could get off this ugly rock. She suppressed an urge to sigh there was work to be done and a paycheck to be had for whatever it was going to be worth. If it was worth anything at all when it was all said and done, make notes of where we can implant shield generators."

Post #5.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Delve into the Zaltin facility to retrieve the bacta samples and equipment for bringing back to Phoenix Station.

They were sitting on one of the largest bacta supplies in the sector and yet no one could touch it. The Alliance could have brought down gunships and torn the facility apart to deal with the rogue machines. But then there would be no bacta and no facility left.

"I don't like the noise," Corporal Karnan muttered.

Trextan just made a small noise of agreement. They were crawling through a large open factory floor, keeping behind the work benches. The automated production line was still active. Nothing was being produced but all the belts and machinery were moving. Empty vials were spun and passed along into metal rails that carried them away.

"No contact from any teams yet," Lynno hissed. She kept one ear on the mission comm net.

Small teams of soldiers armed with ion rifles and Jedi had managed to infiltrate the sprawling industrial complex. So far, no trouble.

 

[Gir Quee]

Hephaestus-class Factory Ship Lucerne Venture, in orbit via Thyferra

Gorg Gestal and Gir stood in the ship's manufacturing control hub, watching hundreds of automated processes as the ship began to turn out labor droids, construction vehicles, satellites, and prefabricated buildings for the world below them. His comm's center had already told him that several other companies were involved in rehabilitating the world, ranging from old allies like Aurora Industries, heavyweights like Archangel, and to a consortium of companies previously unknown to the man. Each seemed to play their own part in the restoration of the world, which in a way, seemed symbolic to Gir as the many parts of the Alliance working together towards a greater good, regardless of the means that it took to get there. Gir paged through a directory of companies also assigned to work on restoring Zalxuc city, coming across the name that seemed promising. he flipped several switches on his headset comlink.

"Hello, is this Jaso Agricultural?"

A gruff, almost guttural voice answered him over the comm waves, "This is. Jax Granos, senior manager speaking. Who is this?"

"This is Gir Quee, president of Lucerne Labs," replied the man, "I understand that your company has been tasked with repopulating gloan trees around the outskirts of Zalxuc city?"

"We have. What of it?"

"We're about to deploy droids and prefabricated structures down to the city. We thought it wouldn't hurt to coordinate our flight schedules to keep the airspace clean and free of accidents. It looks like you have a lot of aerial seeding craft in the area."

"Ah. Let me patch you through to someone else..."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective 1: Help begin the terraforming process

"Well guess the bombardment was good for one thing," Taeli heard one technician quip, "all the ashy soil is giving us great initial results."

And that was the truth of the matter. Within the last hour or so, they had seen an amazing germination and growth of planet life around them. It was by no means a jungle, or even the beginnings of one yet, but the greenery was slowly taking hold again. Like a forest after a fire, the new plant life would grow... although it was likely helped along by the genetic modifications done to it. For one, radiation levels in the soil from the bombardment would still be high, but they had taken that into account.

"Second team is deploying their Vita-Flos now, my Lady."

That was excellent news to hear, as was the information coming in from Jaxson's team on the other side of the planet at a ruined town. The reactor leak there, combined with the bombardment, had created another source of the raw material for Sianium. Aurora Industries was already negotiating with the authorities on Phoenix Station for the land and restoration rights to the land. It would at least provide a good supply of energy for the Purification Droid program.

She suspected there would be other sites on the planet, but that was secondary to the tests on going for Project Starbright.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Thyferra
Objective: Medical relief
Allies: GA [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Sentus Olan"] [member="Charlie"] [member="Gir Quee"]

With carbon monoxide poisoning and asphyxiation cases being all over the place, and also third and fourth-degree burns, it became clear that, while the asphyxiation cases can be treated just fine without bacta, serious burns were one of those things where the shortage of bacta was an issue - and, in fact, there was barely enough bacta to treat the fourth-degree burns and not enough for the third-degree burns. The delays in getting the bacta may as well lead to their deaths so she'd better hope that Sentus actually brought some of the bacta-producing ships in tow. So they had to make every drop of bacta count. And some of those patients had both: Cathul moved out of the CIC and into a surgical block so as to ensure proper salubrity in curing patients. Even with Force-healing, she could not afford hygiene to be neglected, not while she was still onboard that ship. The one thing she knew was that the asphyxiation was to be treated first, and as such she began with Detoxify Poison to get the asphyxiation treated first and then proceed on stimulating the healing on the patient's third-degree burns.

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Oral-Turinabol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

96 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Medvac extras (ETA: 1 post)

ANS Alka-Seltzer (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Aspirin (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Nandrolone (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

96 M47 Illria ambulances

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

"Good, where's the drop?" Rae asked.

"Should be here soon, once it does arrive however we'll need to be quick about it."

The drop consisted of crates filled with construction equipment. Most of it was automated and just needed to be installed on the landing pad which was now set up near two of the shield beacons, "right, auto-fire cannons here and there at least this part of Thyferra might hold out a little longer." Doubtful actually, given the immense power the Sith Empire had acquired under the helm of Darth Carnifex. Still, a little hope was better than none she supposed. "We'll bring in a small study station here as well, that way they can keep track and monitor the ongoing changes."

"Here it comes," the other pointed out as the crates auto-piloted their way to the landing pad.

"Right, then here we go."

Post #6.

 

[Saffron]

Thyferra
Omega Pyre Headquarters

Thyferra, Yag'Dhul, and Fondor. These were the original three planets that were considered to be a corporatocracy under the Private Military Contractor. However, its time had passed and gone as a government, and while it had once overseen a wide spread of the galaxy as the Omega Protectorate, the Omega Pyre was also now facing the acknowledgment that continuing as a corporatocracy was no longer viable.

This is why Omega Pyre as a company had been sold to Danger Arceneau, now the full owner of the mega-corporation. This meant, however, that Thyferra, Yag'Dhul, and Fondor had to go through the process of moving towards a democratic government process. Prex Aeron Kreelan was overseeing Fondor, while other high rankings Omega Pyre Commanders oversaw Yag'Dhul. Saffron was here to ensure that it would proceed as planned on Thyferra.

The transition would be difficult, but certainly, change wasn't a bad thing. It merely progressed. Now it was a matter on how Omega Pyre would interact with the Galactic Alliance as a company rather than as a minor government entity.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Zatlin Facility

No contact. That was the word being spread around the teams as they pushed into the facility. Perhaps the droids and machinery that had been infected had run out of power. It was possible that their programming had been subverted so far that they didn't even enter hibernation or decide to recharge.

Trextan didn't think so. The Force was not moving peacefully. As the soldiers moved cautiously forwards Trextan stayed near the front of the group. He had come to see that there wasn't much that couldn't be brought down by concerted blaster fire. Not spawn created by Sith alchemists, not monstrous walkers of the first order. It was a case of timing. Finding the right moment to intercept the danger. And not so early that the Scarred screamed at him for getting in their lines of fire.

"Hold!" he hissed. They did. Over time they had learned to listen to the kid's instincts. Blasters clicked as they were all angled towards the wall to their right at the sound heavy machinery.

Then the wall exploded.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Thyferra
Objective: Medical relief
Allies: GA [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Sentus Olan"] [member="Charlie"] [member="Gir Quee"]

Once the asphyxiation was taken care of, which, in Cathul's mind, was very easy to handle with a straightforward Detoxify Poison and an oxygen mask, the hard part was to come: she was to apply the Force as she would a burn dressing, starting with the most exposed parts, because they have the most potential of hurting the patient through other means if left untreated (and also those very same mechanisms were the reason why she insisted on the surgical ward to treat the burned patient), but it's not the same kind of burn dressing one would use when treating a third-degree burn vs. a first or second-degree one. She was also reminded of the hazards of using Force-healing in situations like these: cancer (or whatever the Vratix equivalent to a skin was), to name the most likely of those hazards. Meanwhile, the remaining hospital ships made their appearance over Thyferra, awaiting instructions to help save the remaining Vratix survivors, trapped into the wilderness, and also to get the transfer of oxygen bottles underway from the new ships to those already there, with the Silvers mostly working in a rather discreet manner.

"Admiral, the medvac reinforcements have arrived" the sensor technician reported over comms.

"Good, get them started immediately"

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Oral-Turinabol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Alka-Seltzer (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Aspirin (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Nandrolone (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

192 M47 Illria ambulances

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Location: Thyferra's Orbit
Objective: 1 (Bring Supplies To The Survivors)
Allies: Anyone Not Trying To Kill Him

​''This is Noatyr, of the Z-10 Seeker, I am here to deliver supplies to the planet below, permission to breach the planet's orbit requested, please respond.''

​He wasn't there be choice, but he had been hired to do a job, and unless he wanted it to be taken by some other nerfherder, Noatyr had been forced to fly more supplies then he was used to storing in his vessel all the way out here to the Thyferrian planet to give aid to it's survivors.

From what he had heard about the planet itself, it was what was left standing after the Sith had decided it was worth their time.

Noatyr leaned back in his seat, watching the console for any sign of a reply.

Although he knew it was Jedi orbiting the planet, he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks, he had just gotten the Z-10 tuned up, and he'd rather not have to explain to his friend why the ship suddenly had several large Alliance shaped holes in the hull.

Waiting was making him bored, so he pulled his rifle from under the dashboard and began fiddling with the scope. The BL-28 was a crude weapon, but it had been a gift from a friend, so he kept it tuned and ready for action.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective 1: Help begin the terraforming process

"Second team is reporting similar results to our own, calculating from current results, we can project full bio-sphere reseeding within one and a half standard months."

Well that was good to hear. Terraforming was expensive and time consuming, but it was her hope that they could speed that process up. It might not be on par with past terraforming technologies, especially the one used by the Vong to rebuild the galaxy, but it was a start.

"A flight of Anemoi droids are being deployed to help fix the atmosphere, and Project WATER-1 is being deployed by our third team."

On top of the Vita-Flos being tested, Taeli had felt Thyferra would provide a great opportunity to test their water purification droids. Much like their Anemoi droids were to help purify and stabilize an atmosphere, their Ogenus droids were designed to break down pollutants and radiation in water supplies, leaving behind fresh clean water. Once again, her hope had been to test these on Lydrax, but the Republic Remnant was there now. Ah well.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Objective : secure Zatlin facility from rogue forces

The soldier nearest the wall vanished under mortar and then the tracks of the vehicle. Everyone had heard the approaching noise but no one had expected a heavy tracked loaded to smash through the wall. It was two stories high, barely scraping underneath the ceiling. It was either a droid in its own right or remote controlled.

It had two arms. Each looked as if it could lift a landspeeder with ease. As soldiers took cover behind heavy equipment and rows of desks they were swept away as if they were paper.

A claw reached directly for a soldier blowing holes out of its body with a heavy blaster. It stopped and quivered just feet away. Trextan held firm, arm outstretched. This was raw strength he could barely contain.

"The tracks!" someone shouted. Detonators and concerted blaster fire made short work of them and the machine was grounded. It reached for them with its claws still. Then it slammed one down into the ground, shattering duracrete. It used that purchase to drag itself closer. They poured blaster fire into the heart of the boxy droid until it eventually fell still.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

On the Surface...

The barebones of the camp were coming together, the camp would eventually evolve into the structure that Thyferra needed it to be.

For now, there had been coordination between the Victorian forces above and down on the ground. Supplies were still inbound and there were plenty of ships in the area working to get medical relief here just as well. The Geothermal Station that Fiolette focused on would need to perform a couple of tasks, "come along Shed, I'll need your expertise as we go down." She mentioned gesturing to the hole in the ground that had been made for them to go in and grab samples. Shed followed Fiolette as the two began get in behind the drill mechanism as they reached beneath the surface collecting samples of dirt, rock, and other sediments to send back for testing and research so that they'd have a better idea of what they'd be doing here.

Above ground, more crates would drop with more supplies as they worked to build the camp into something more suitable to what they needed it to be.

Post #7.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Location: Thyferra
Objective: 1 (Supplies for the survivors)
Allies: Anyone not trying to kill him

Although he had flown the Z-10 for a while now, Noatyr was still getting used to landing the ship, however, thankfully, there was tons of spots to land in. He had chosen a large clearing in the middle of the crumbling remains of what he assumed to have been a large village. Chances are there wasn't a clearing in the center before the Sith had arrived.

Starfield Industries certainly knew how to build a craft, it piloted smoothly, and landing wasn't to bad either.

Powering down the ship's engines, and making his way back to the cargo hold, Noatyr began taking inventory, making sure everything was in order, and nothing had gotten into the supplies.

Everything seemed to be in order.

A minute later the Z-10 Seeker pulled into the air again, now flying low over the harsh landscape. Noatyr had been given a place to drop off the supplies, and now he just needed to get there. A few kilometers away he could see what looked to be a camp being set up, and he began to descend, the ship's speed decreasing as it lowered once more to the planet's surface, just a hundred feet away from the camp that [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] was working in.

The ship's entrance slowly lowered, and Noatyr pushed a rather large crate,using a dolly,down the ramp. He could have simply dropped the crates while flying over, but he preferred to be more hands on when it came to these kinds of things.