We Can Help (GA Dominion of Thyferra)

[Cathul Thuku]

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

"We're being hailed" the communications officer told Cathul.

"Patch it through"

"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" Noatyr responded.

"Permission granted"

Any help would be well-appreciated, so long as there are actual supplies being delivered and used up, she thought, while realizing that she was a little late in granting permission because she was busy curing the third-degree burn on that Vratix. Just that it startled her a little bit, but she was used to it to an extent - she often had to switch from a task to another to perform that job. And that the circumstances made it so that she could let it slide to let independent subcontractors deliver the help, much like [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Moira Skaldi"] and [member="Taeli Raaf"]. Hopefully the rest of the hospital ship staff would be able to handle the remaining patients, and she knew better than to let the sheer number of patients daunt her - that's how she even managed to get mentioned in the naval dispatches in relation to Thyferra. Noatyr's ship was, in fact, filled with supplies to the brim, and she imagined the number of lives he would be able to sav: given the plight of the planet, any life he would help save would be one more to add to the welfare of the planet.

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
Objective: 1 (Bring supplies to the survivors)
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"], Anyone not trying to kill him


Unloading the second to last crate, and placing it onto the dolly, Noatyr felt tired, but content. He may have been in it for the money, but he was still happy he could help out another planet in their time of need.

The last two crates were chocked full of medical supplies, and he figured this was best delivered to the nearest hospital or whatever counted as a hospital around here. He figured he should try communicating with the overhead Alliance fleet again and see where they wanted it delivered.

Unloading the crate again, and internally smacking himself for loading it on the dolly AND THEN thinking of his next move, he quickly moved to the ship's controls, and once again, hailed the overhead fleet.

​''Moldmerr here, requesting info on where to deliver these last two crates of medical supplies.''

​​He smiled inwardly to himself, plopping himself down in his chair, his mind began to empty, and focus. Behind him, his rifle began to twitch, and move, and finally, slowly float up, hovering in the air, twitching erratically. It remained like that for several seconds, before he opened his eyes, realizing what he was doing, and the rifle fell to the floor with a clatter.

He reached down for the weapon and began checking it over, making sure it hadn't sustained any damage in the fall. It seemed fine.

​''Really gotta stop doing that...'' ​He internally scolded himself. Thankfully that didn't happen too often.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Supplies delivered by @Noatyr Moldmerr were set down, and he would be directed to another one of the independent contractors.

"It's really a fascinatin' thing we got here, I'll tell ya, but that spot looks good there," Shed mentioned, "start there and we can work up there, have a residential complex there, and work on that terraforming thing too."

"Believe someone else has that well in hand, however, our Geothermal Station will certainly lend aid to the effort," Fiolette added, "now if we are quite finished playing in the dirt. Let us discuss a hydroponics work with the Kleve or would you rather scrap her and work on a new station design?"

"Depends, whaddya got?" Shed replied.

Post #8.

 

[Oros]

Oros did not like to be away from the Coruscant Temple Library for too long, so consuming was his need to safeguard the Order's most sacred artifacts and writings. But every once in a while, some Sentinels needed to consult a Jedi who was more sciencey, or there was some type of medical emergency, and the Celegian Master would be compelled to travel. Thyferra's scorched surface definitely qualified as the latter, so not long after the establishment of Phoenix Station he had signed on to a joint relief expedition launched by both the medical and agricultural branches of the New Jedi Service Corps.

Master Raaf was elsewhere on the planet's surface, overseeing ongoing AgriCorps operations in their preliminary terraforming efforts. He had been pleased to hear reports that they were already beginning to see quite promising results. Meanwhile Oros found himself overseeing MedCorps triage centers across the surface. There were pockets of moderately habitable territory scattered like islands surrounded by desolate wasteland, and the Vratix survivors there were even now in dire need of medical expertise, despite herculean efforts from Alliance humanitarians like Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"].

Over the course of this grim tour, the Celegian had discovered his species' peculiar biological needs, while normally a hindrance in Type I atmospheres, was actually kind of ideal on a world like Thyferra. For him, there weren't any uninhabitable zones, for through his life support tank he brought his own internal atmosphere with him wherever he traveled. It was repulsorlift powered, and since most of the controls were telepathic it ran on an extremely efficient rechargeable power cell. These past few weeks, he had found himself acting as much like a surveyor than as a healer.

I have compiled the patient records you requested, not only was Oros' species naturally telepathic, his connection to the Force was strong and refined, so when the Jedi Master reached out to touch the mind of [member="Taeli Raaf"] their extreme geographic distance was trivial to him, This settlement is expecting another supply shipment from Phoenix Station within the hour. I can have a courier deliver the data to your quarters there, if this is acceptable?

He hoped it would be. If Master Raaf pressed him, he could always have one of the outpost's S-130s ferry the datastick to her directly, but the Jedi was loathe to dispatch one of their rescue craft on so frivolous an errand. This long after the initial cataclysm, hope of finding any more survivors was dim indeed, but in accordance with the Code Oros believes it was always best to strive for optimism in the face of adversity. And yet without even knowing the purpose of her request for all the medical reports he could find on patients who had potentially suffered some form of Darkside exposure, he could not be certain how critical the timing of its delivery would be.

An unusual request to be sure, but when the acting Grand Marshal asks one to perform such a task, it is quite logical to expect a good reason for her doing so. Still, despite his curiosity, Master Oros had not inquired further. It was not his place to presume such a familiarity.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

"Good, looks good." Shed concluded, "but yeah we'll have to redesign the center but that can work."

"Excellent," Fiolette replied and turned to look at the camp by now construction droids were on the job working to evolve the camp into the facility. Slowly but surely it would all come together, ultimately Fiolette would need to contact the other independent contractors on the planet. Hopefully, they could exchange their works and try to get something of unity going for Thyferra's sake. But at the least, that was the thought she didn't know whether or not it works but certainly, she and the other Primo Victorian engineers here would be willing to trade information to the Alliance and other contractors who needed them.

Shed looked around and nodded with approvement, "ready to go when you are boss."

"Quite ready then, the shuttle is here at the landing pad."

Post #9.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

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

"Moldmerr here, requesting info on where to deliver these last two crates of medical supplies"

"Medical supplies are to be delivered at the refugee camp in the outskirts of Xozhixi"

Xucphra was pretty much condemned. Even the theater shield around a particular area was only able to do so much for that particular area; cleaning up that area was, yes, part of the deal, just that this region was hit pretty hard. With the other subcontractors busy elsewhere on the planet doing duties such as terraforming, reforesting and whatnot, and the remaining people handling the medical portion, with the knowledge that they just won't be able to save everybody. I just wanted to make sure that I make every medical supply inbound count: every life we save here is a small victory, she thought, while the others were hard at work - with those they couldn't save after taking them in onboard being stored in a separate area of the ship, sterile, secured as is the case with most areas onboard a hospital ship. And the effects of being short on bacta were now clear: the death rate clearlty exceeded the expected rate with the pre-Thyferra bacta supply. To some Jedi such considerations were statistics that they couldn't always act upon or at least make sense of, but to her it was more than just a set of numbers.

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
Objective: 1 (Deliver supplies to the survivors)
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"], Anyone not trying to kill him.

​''Copy that, over and out.''

Switching the comms systems off, Noatyr's ship lifted off again, heading for the destination he had been given. He had been able to find a map of the planet before he had actually taken the mission, so he had a pretty good idea of where he was going.

The question in the end was, would this be enough to make any kind of impact? Maybe, but he didn't know, only time would tell, as the ship passed over the ruined landscape.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

The Sondheimer III worked wonders in the area they had been designated to clean. It wasn't perfect but it was still a remarkable difference, "good to know that interdictors are useful for more than just stopping." There was a wink at the end of the statement. Shed just rolled his eyes and departed her company heading back to the kitchens or his office, one of the two. "Let's get a count and a message off to the Galactic Alliance."

"A how to care for your new facility, and also the cheque."

The old Kleve-station had finally reverted from hyperspace, "construction teams are on their way and should be here shortly." Farrah informed.

"Excellent, then there's not much else for us to do here."

With Thyferra's new geothermal station under construction and samples of Thyferra' s dirt sent to Primo Victorian scientists, namely pedologists. The crew of the Fleetwood and the Sondheimer III had just about finished their work here. And with the old station's arrival over the planet coordination between ground and space construction teams would be arranged and with luck and hope the planet that had been scorched by the Sith Empire would recover a little more quickly.

Fiolette handed her hazmat suit to Dansen who took the collection of suits down to be taken care of. "Mr. Farrah, the second star on the right and onwards until morning."

"Ma'am?"

"Engage."

"Of course."

Post #10.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Help begin the terraforming process

She was pleased by the projections her engineers were reporting on how long the planet would take to stabilize and grow again. They could certainly accelerate that by bringing more of their technology in, and the readings from WATER-1 were already showing some very good results in purifying the lake it had been deployed into. Current projections showed that full compliment would be enough to stabilize 67% of the water supply, even start the water cycle again to help the growth of plant life. She was already writing up the requisition order to Jaxson when she felt a presence contacting her.

I have compiled the patient records you requested, This settlement is expecting another supply shipment from Phoenix Station within the hour. I can have a courier deliver the data to your quarters there, if this is acceptable?

Master [member="Oros"]'s ability was definitely stronger than any she had encountered, to contact her from how far away he was. Still, he would be wanting a reply.

That is perfectly acceptable. I'll be returning to the station to read the reports and send for additional assistance here in a few moments.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Objective: Paranormal Activity

Upon the fleet's reversion into the system, Jyoti was immediately hit with a wall of darkness. A great disturbance emanated from the desolate surface of Thyferra, a harrowing reminder of all that had perished. Such experiences used to be nearly overwhelming for the Jedi, but she acclimated to such dark places in her years of fighting. More recently, she felt a strange draw to such dead zones, feeling something familiar in all these Force wounds.

As she studied the ruined world through the viewport, Charlie finally appeared, but she didn't pay much attention as her apprentice stretched and yawned her way across the bridge. She felt too dejected to be embarrassed right then.

"Finally," she said almost distractedly. "Survey teams have reported several strange sightings and arson against their encampments. Likely paranormal in nature."

"I'm going to touch base with the team leader on the surface, then we're heading planetside within the hour."

She finally looked at her apprentice, who looked quite unkempt at the moment. "Clean up and be ready to leave by the time I finish my check in."

She shuffled past Charlie for the primary comm station under the bridge.

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

 

[Cathul Thuku]

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

"I have to break the news to you, admiral, but the death count among the patients we air-lifted has now reached 500"

"500? To the extent I would like one common burial ceremony, would the Vratix survivors even want one? I'm not familiar with their funeral practices"

Five hundred deaths? Out of tens of thousands, perhaps... these were five hundred deaths more than she already endured on Thyferra when the fires raged and the battle along with it. A full count of the casualties from that attack would be impossible to obtain and not simply because of the fires burning some of the bodies to ash before we even returned here, she thought, while Noatyr was flying through the ashen landscape, where other surviving Vratix were air-lifted for the purposes of medvac, while others were transferred to the station in orbit over the planet. And that was only the beginning of a long-term recovery operation, which will be a fully allied effort, the largest Reconstruction Authority project thus far. But she is understandably reluctant to get a cemetery built: she may be worried that locals could interpret the resulting cemetery as a painful reminder of the Sith atrocities even when the rest of the planet around it is terraformed. And that's not counting the dark side that radiates from the areas where the dark side is strongest as a result of those massacres.

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

 

[Saffron]

Thyferra
Omega Pyre Headquarters

The damage done by the Sith Empire held lingering effects on Thyferra. There were terraforming opportunties, the kind that Mara Tibex and Arceneau Trade would be willing to provide assistance with. However, this also meant that Saffron had to review and check on the status of the Omega Pyre Bacta facilities. While there were a few areas of concern, the bulk of the damage had been afflicted to the main capital city.

This meant that the Omega Pyre facilities could still be utilized even if at a decreased capacity until construction was completed for bringing them back to full production. Which was alright. Saffron had already indicated that the bacta production was to be utilized for Thyferra's humanitarian relief efforts. They had to bring this world back to its former glory. The citizens were important.

Among this was the ongoing democratic elections that Saffron had to ensure were successful. A prime candidate was Selivis Ta, who was a local with prominence. Jayden Mael appeared to be the leader who would win elections on Fondor and in Yag'Dhul, Amita Pateel was sure to win the election. These were to be ongoing 4 year terms, with a max of two terms per candidate. All democratically elected.

Saffron could only hope that it would be for the betterment of these worlds.

 

[Charlie Nooran]

Objective: Paranormal Activity
Allies: [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

Charlie blinked a few times as she listened to what Jyoti was mentioning giving some background as to what was going on. She seemed troubled and the padawan instantly snapped out of her sleepy daze. Orders came quickly and Charlie gave them her full attention. It was then her Master finally glanced at her and instantly a heavy knot tightened in her stomach. Nodding, she knew she messed up and had to somehow make up for it. Charlie said nothing and gave her Master a slight bow which was dismissed as the woman moved past her.

Rushing over to where she had her things, she first searched for the first aid kit she brought along with her. She knew basic first aid, but it wasn’t enough for the burns at the moment. Rubbing cream on them she quickly bandaged up and gave her hands a squeeze. They stung, but it would be a good reminder and lesson for her. Continuing to gather her things, she made sure everything for them to go planetside was taken care of.

The urge to devour one of the treats she had packed started to show its ugly head, but showing some self control, Charlie shoved the sweet cake into the bag deeper. When they won and survived, she would celebrate with it. The cake was now a carrot on the stick for the padawan and she always caught the carrot. Grinning happily she waited for Jyoti so they could depart to the surface of the planet. Looking down at her comm she nodded, she had time to spare, not a lot - but there was some. This was good, she was getting faster at this.

 

[Oros]

There was so much work yet to be done, but Thyferra was now in the process of slowly beginning to heal.

Content that he had satisfied the expectations of his acting Grand Marshal, Oros began floating in a meandering path through the refugee camp towards what passed for its airfield. Many humanoids found dealing with the native Vratix disconcerting, between their insectoid appearances and hive mind mentality. Having lived for over two centuries in a galaxy dominated by bipeds, the Jedi Master had long grown used to the usual inter-species hangups and for the most part didn't blame them for what was in essence an instinctual response.

As a Celegian, he dealt with races that he found incomprehensible and aesthetically repugnant every day, and had long learned to look past such superficial distinctions and at the spirit within. The spirit, Oros had come to believe, did not very so much from species to species. It was all, in the end, the same Force. As soon as the Vratix had overcome their own reluctance to interact with one such as him, the Jedi found he had grown quite popular wherever he traveled. No doubt in large part because of his repute as a master healer, but still it was nice to feel appreciated.

With a little time before the shuttle arrived from Phoenix Station in orbit, there was time enough to think, and he could not help but wonder if that sense of gratefulness would not warp into bitter resentment in the end. There were those on Thyferra, those across the galaxy, who blamed the Alliance's aggressive foreign policy for bringing such wroth down upon these poor natives. As if any skirmish or insult could justify such a response, it was a despicable thought but if time had taught him anything, its that Sith apologists could find ways to justify the most heinous of crimes in their minds.

And yet when the Vratix had needed them most, the Alliance had been there. Even when the resurgent Sith Empire had driven out their Defense Force, High Command had thrown ships and lives at the massive raiding party until those butchers had slunk back into their shadows. Pouring resources into the construction of Phoenix Station, the restoration process was now fully under way and all across the planet evidence could be seen of life creeping back into its ravaged atmosphere.

Of course, their motives weren't entirely selfless. This world was one of the sources of high grade bacta in the known galaxy, certainly the most prolific harvester of them all, and while kolto supplies had stepped up to cover some of that loss the fact remained that there were medical shortages across this entire swathe of space. It was a common theory that the strain on supply had been responsible for stalling out the First Order's war campaign against their southern reach.

But Oros liked to think the fate of these people was a consideration of some note in the Triumvirate's ultimate calculation to return. Not only because it was the right thing to do, but because this entire Alliance had been founded on the principle that banding together was the only way to safeguard their worlds against the tyrannical yolk of Darkside influence. They would not turn their backs on one of their own now, if they did there would be many more worlds like Terminus, ready to secede.

Coming at last upon the airfield, he could sense the life force of the shuttle crew approaching now in the distance. It was easy to get lost in such grim thoughts, even for a Jedi Master, but the Celegian forced himself to recall that their Alliance accomplished truly herculean humanitarian crusades as a matter of course. From the once more bustling streets of Eriadu, to their good works on Tython, to the vast scope of their reconstruction efforts on Coruscant (although there were those who now adamantly refused to admit it). They had done it before, and they could do it here.

In his mind's eye, he could see not a refugee camp, but Xozhixi restored, in all its former glory. They had the means, and the will to see it done. The rest was just a matter of time.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

From the State Office​

Government Center, Coruscant​

Major Faction Sponsorship Confirmation​

​

ATTN: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
Primo Victorian

Ms. Yvarro

The Galactic Alliance along with the Vratix government have reviewed your bid and we are greatly impressed by your contribution.

As such, we would like to extend Alliance sponsorship to continue your efforts across Thyferran Space. Please note, this is with the understanding that Primo Victorian will not be convicted of illegal wrongdoings, provoke the displacement of any Alliance citizen from their homes, or contradict the wishes of the Planetary Governor(s).

The funds to fulfill the contract will be transferred to your account.

Thank you once again for your contribution.

Chief of State Jaius Sovv
Galactic Federation of Free Alliances
Dictated But Not Read

 

[Saffron]

Thyferra
Omega Pyre Headquarters
3/5

"We will need to discuss just what it will mean for Omega Pyre as a company." Saffron murmured. While the planets were working alongside to move towards a democratic government, that still meant that there was restructuring to work through.

"Miz Arceneau would like to return Omega Pyre to its roots but with a twist." picking up her datapad, the young blonde woman referred to her notes. All the while, updates on MaraTibx's surveys were being streamed across her screen. With the company, they were able to assist with Thyferra's reconstruction. The decontamination stations could remove any contaminants in the air and on the ground.

"A focus more on security. But this time towards the trade routes." long ago, Omega Pyre had originally patrolled the Hydian way around Fondor, Thyferra, and Abregado-rae to root out pirates or warlords. From there they had spread security on the hyperlanes -- at a price.

"Perhaps even contracting out to other neutral entities." a second step for sure, but for now, a focus at internal reorganization was a must.

 

[Saffron]

Thyferra
Omega Pyre Headquarters
4/5

"That would the delicate matter." Saffron would state, gently furrowing her brow in concentration. Omega Pyre still had active contracts that they were required to fulfill. There might be a few where a financial penalty for breaking a contract might be beneficial. It all depended on first figuring out what were the assets of the company.

They would have to begin with locations. Main headquarters were Fondor, Thyferra, and Yag'Dhul. These worlds had been corporatocracy a few years after the 400 years of darkness ended. There was history there. The matter was trying to organize it and somehow make sense of it. For certain they would need to cut back on a few things. Perhaps even provide the Galactic Alliance with some form of recompense through products.

There were just some assets that it wouldn't be fiscally responsible for Omgea Pyre to maintain, even on a partial front.

 

[Saffron]

Thyferra
Omega Pyre Headquarters
5/5

There was still so much to do. Saffron gave a small sigh. Drawing up a holographic image of what was in her datapad, the young blond woman studied the information.

Omega Pyre. Separation of the PMC and the governmental entity had always been a stringent line enforced. Once the distinction between the government and that of the PMC was made, it had never faltered. One was a privately owned company, the other the government of the Protectorate. After the Protectorate's dissolution, only Omega Pyre the company managed to sustain itself. It currently now serves as a security force for neutral entities or those contracted with through previous agreements.

The intent now that Arceneau Trade has bought out the private military company is to turn it more into a security service. To almost bring it back to its original roots. The Omega Pyre of old had patrolled the hyperlanes, kept trade ships and those using the lanes safely. Granted, it was for a price. Now that would be tweaked instead of working with the Southern Systems Business Bazaar as its main security and escort force.

It was part of the restructuring. It also required a reduction in force and locations. But the intent was to serve a new purpose as a security service and perhaps even hyperplane navigation charting. It can still provide PMC services but only for select missions as the desire to remain outside of the major conflicts and remain neutral is a signature requirement for all Arceneau Trade subsidiaries and affiliates.

Neutrality, after all, was paramount.

 

[Jaius Sovv]

From the State Office​

Government Center, Coruscant​

Major Faction Contract Confirmation​

​

ATTN: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Aurora Industries

Master Raaf

The Galactic Alliance along with the Vratix government have reviewed your bid and we are greatly impressed by your contribution.

As such, we would like to extend an Alliance contract to continue your efforts across Thyferran Space. Please note, this is with the understanding that Aurora Industries will not be convicted of illegal wrongdoings, provoke the displacement of any Alliance citizen from their homes, or contradict the wishes of the Planetary Governor(s).

The funds to fulfill the contract will be transferred to your account.

Thank you once again for your contribution.

Chief of State Jaius Sovv
Galactic Federation of Free Alliances
Dictated But Not Read

 

[Jaius Sovv]

From the State Office​

Government Center, Coruscant​

Major Faction Contract Confirmation​

​

ATTN: [member="Saffron"]
Omega Pyre

Ms. Jacobs

The Galactic Alliance along with the Vratix government have reviewed your bid and we are greatly impressed by your contribution.

As such, we would like to extend an Alliance contract to continue your efforts across Thyferran Space. Please note, this is with the understanding that Omega Pyre will not be convicted of illegal wrongdoings, provoke the displacement of any Alliance citizen from their homes, or contradict the wishes of the Planetary Governor(s).

The funds to fulfill the contract will be transferred to your account.

Thank you once again for your contribution.

Chief of State Jaius Sovv
Galactic Federation of Free Alliances
Dictated But Not Read