What Was Once Lost; Now Found. [First Order - Tier Two Dominion of Rehl Prime and Gilaria]

[Dunames Lopez]

Gilaria: Objective 4
Post: 15/25

"All clear: the repulsorlift muffling and other plumbing circuits are now clean, we may begin repairs of the bulkheads and make for atmosphere" the chief engineer retorted on the bridge after the checks were made.

Removing the duracrete dust from the repulsorlift generator and repairing the leaky bulkheads were hard work, all right. It took them a few hours to fix all the holes in the cargo hold's bulkheads, during which time there was enough duracrete poured over the tarmac being rebuilt to land a Neimoidian Yacht on it once properly cured. That was also the main reason why the Great Tsu Starport had to be temporarily closed for about three days, while the duracrete is being poured onto the tarmac, and the internal repairs will soon follow. Also there was no land available to continue operating while the tarmac was being rebuilt, and it was not safe for cargo or passengers to be put on just yet either, when Dunames arrived on Gilaria. However, Dunames was patiently waiting for the ship to return from its repair trip in atmosphere. So there were a few bulkheads that she needed restocking, just that she wanted to put those bulkheads in the backlog of purchasing spare parts.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel was grateful for Kaalia's help as she stepped onto the boat and took a seat. The boat bouyed up and down along the water and created ripples as it moved. Behind her was their gear, gear for kolto samples and really that was about it. There wasn't any trouble to expect here and if they did run into the two could take care of themselves. "It's..." the Tygaran's voice trailed off, "it feels maybe like a radar and the closer I get to it the stronger it feels."

Vorthal was the underwater chasm that they'd be heading down into and to get there the boat would have to submerge. Thankfully the feature came standard, and the teenager activated the ship's submersion equipment. A hard cover cascaded over them as glasteel came to secure the rest of the craft and then it sunk beneath the waters.

"The chasm shouldn't be too far off maybe over the edge of that city there," she gestured over the domed buildings and then looked around. There was a bit of a giggle, as she watched schools of fish go by. "Don't think the Supreme Leader would mind it if we looked around, mhmm?"

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

Gilaria
BYOO
Post 13

 

[Krayn]

The Epsilon-class Shuttle had apparently been waiting for them the entirety of the conversation, it’s pilots commanded to not depart under any circumstance without the Will of Ren on board. However with the two force users now within the meal confines of the ship, they were free to release from their grounded position and head upwards into the sky which was starting to darken with evenings touch.

“Not too far from here is the village of Es’kin.” The voice of the Supreme Leader spoke as it lowered a broken form into a seat near the rear of the shuttle’s interior. His cracked and broken yellow teeth clearly visible as he spoke. “A settlement with no real concern to the greater picture of our acquisition of the planet, however within it may hold something far more valuable then everything we own so far.”

What was he supposed to say in answer? There were no words to be spoken so he remained silent. A good little tool, quiet and observant, perfect for the machinations of the Supreme Leader’s personal order. So his form, tall and stiff merely stood, taking in the words of the bent creature.

“A group there hold within their grasp a prize that I have desired. Credits although offered have failed to swing their own want to deal with us.” Malleus could feel the anger from the words. “They have exhausted my generosity and now I have to acquire what is desired through other means. Hence why I have brought you here.”

They could feel the shuttle lowering once more, settling into the ground.
“What is it you desire?” He asked, as the pair moved from the seating area towards the access ramp which had opened to reveal the dusty ground without. “What am I looking for.”
“I am not here to discuss details with you apprentice.” A malicious tone came across the direction as a finger extended towards the ground. “You will go forth and do as I have asked and request no more then I have decided you need to know. Either you will return with my prize or you shall die.”
The ramp closed and Malleus found himself alone once more at the edge of the small village.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Gilaria
Objective: BYOO

Post: 3


Kaalia nodded at [member="Mishel Ren"]'s answer. "Perhaps you're right. I suppose there's only one way to find out, and that is to follow that feeling." In the meantime they could see to the task that was given to them. "Let me know if the feeling gets stronger, we can see to tracking it down from there." As she sat she tapped the fingers of her left hand on her knee, watching as the ship's submersion equipment sprang to life. Moments later they were underwater, leaving the redhead to feast her eyes on the view.

Mishel's giggling caused the young Knight to smile, finding the sight to be amusing. She was always up for exploration, so when the brunette talked about wanting to look around she was happy to go along with it. "Our job isn't too demanding, so we should have plenty of time to explore." Although she was tempted to do that first, she also realized it was probably better to get the Kolto checkup out of the way as quickly as possible. "Let's get the checkup done, and we can go wherever else we want to go. That sound like a plan?"

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post: 3 or 4 IIRC
Objective: Stay The Course
Allies: [member="Hogrum Veed"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | @Braser Steltan

Carlyle watched the emergence of allies, and subordinates with a certain level of annoyance. The ships from other commanders, such as Braser Steltan were welcome to an extent, but Carlyle personally felt it overkill. What troubled him was the intervention of Fleet Admiral Yvarro. He however set aside his criticisms and allowed them to fester in his mind. How dare they take away from his achievement!? His operation? The subjugation of this system was Carlyle's and Carlyle's alone, so to have these tossers arrive, and attempt to reinforce him was something of an affront to the officer.

"Admiral, we have more emerging-" The Sensors Officer began.

"Enough." Carlyle sternly replied, "Activate a channel to the Warspite." He stammered, as the Malice slowly moved to orbit over the planet. "I want to talk to Yvarro herself."

"As you wish, admiral." The Signals Officer replied, before patching a channel through.

"Fleet Admiral, Yvarro," Carlyle began, his voice courteous, hiding the bitterness that had manifested, "What an unexpected pleasure," He then looked at his screens, "I cannot recall having called for your reinforcing of this operation. Has Central Command dispatched you?"

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Rehl Prime
BYOO
Post 14

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | @Hogrum Veed | [member="Cameron Centurion"] | @Braser Steltan

While Lt. Veed manned the main controls, Fiolette monitored the others and as such two things occurred the first of which was a Watchtower-class orbital station appearing out of hyperspace along with a few tugs and fleet tender cruisers to pull her into place and second was Adm. Rausgeber's apparent notice of her arrival. She smirked, the jockeying of power she suspected and with much grandstanding and for the moment she entertained such notions. And then they were gone, the Galidraani woman replied matter of factly, "you could say that - this planet was to be subjugated hours ago, Admiral Rausgeber. I have advised Central Command that you are more than capable of doing so within your own time frame. Now, Admiral - this is to be our only communications. Conduct your operation and do so with great haste and efficiency."

She closed the channel with Rausgeber and engaged the new station, "Watchtower - Rehl, Fleet Admiral Yvarro. I'm connecting you with Lieutenant Veed and he shall appraise you of the situation. I'll also request for three Manjarrez class repair stations to be laid out between here and the planet known as Gilaria. Yvarro out." The blonde looked over to Hogrum, "this is your time now Lieutenant, show me you are capable of the rank of Commander, mhmm?"

"And I apologize, I did not gather your name," the woman turned to address the other occupant of the shuttle.

 

[Krayn]

“Come on.” D’let, a Rodian smuggler of fortune said to the droids around him as the slowly continued their loading of the freighter. “I swear to all the gods that if you don’t hurry up I’ll fry you all myself.” His hand hit one of the loading units across the back, pain shooting through it as he only met durasteel.

“Don’t worry. The fighting is far from here.” This time the words came from a hulking brute of a thing, muscly and solid. His accent was strong and his scars stronger. “We have plenty of time before the First Order reach here, we’ll be long gone by then I assure you.”

“Easy for you to say Gorag.” D’let took a seat next to the beast. “Have you heard what the order do to pirates?” He ran his finger across his throat causing a laugh from his partner. “Slowly too, I’ve heard tales of crucifixion, hangings and even mass burning. I tell ya, I don’t want to be anywhere near when those bucket heads get here.”

“We’ll be fine. Besides, we load up the stock we get outta here before the Order arrive and then once we get to Coruscant. Boom. We’ll be rich men.” He let out a purr that sounded like a laugh and sat back some more. “All we have to do now is relax.”

“Boss!” A little weedy thing, Neimodian by appearances ran up towards the pair, “Hey boss, uh, well. We have a problem.” This only seemed to cause anger in the brute who sat up, his nap cut very, very short.

“A problem?” His eye twitched. “The only problem is that you are not allowing me to sleep you worthless rat!” He stretched out and took hold of the scout with his huge fist, almost ready to snap his neck in half.

“But sir…” A quivering finger pointed across the loading bay towards one of the access doors. “Look…”

The sight of one of his men flying through the air like a rag doll was not what he had expected to see. “What in the—“ The next surprise was the dark robed being who had appeared from behind a crate with his hand held high, a crimson blade in the other. “DAMN IT!” Weapons were raised. “KILL HIM!”

 

[Wellen Jones]

Location: Namadii, Gilaria
Objective: I - Obtain Information from Mafia Turncoat
Post: 1

Nimmens walked with the conviction of a man on his daily stroll, heading towards his favorite caf in the rush of the lunch hour. However incorrect that assumption may have been, Nimmens perpetrated it with his manner of dress and behavior, easily blending into the crowds of Namadii. Despite the large number of Nautolan residents, even a human like Karla Nimmens could find a way to mix into the crowd. It was a pleasant afternoon in the meantime, the sun shined overhead as, what little wind could, slipped through the walls of urbanity. As he walked through the masses of Gilarian citizens he tipped his head and gave a casual 'how do you do' to every other passerby, but he did not halt his motion towards the outer city. Nimmens was on his way to collect and record information from a mafia lieutenant willing to accept the bribery of an FOSB, a risky but profitable option within the criminal's purview.

Following directions given to him by the very lieutenant, he made his way through the trade city towards one of the more 'cultured' areas of the port. the shops were a little grimy, and the smells a tad pungent, but you could just feel the history oozing from the location. Looking once more and the scrap of paper giving to him by a rather shady looking individual, he entered a Nautolan eating establishment decorated with the drying carcasses of future meals, and dark, red lighting. Nimmens approached one of the cashiers who greeted him with a rehearsed, "Welcome to Jin'dow's , how may I serve you today?" Nimmens retrieved a metallic plate from his coat pocket, another gift given to him by the rather conspicuous individual from earlier. The cashier glanced at the disc and opened the door into the kitchen, "This way." Nimmens smiled, nodded, and followed the young Nautalon in silence.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Rehl Prime
Post 4
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

Silver-green eyes slowly drifted in the direction of the Fleet Admiral as she addressed him. He was silent for a moment as a thin smile slowly slipped across his features. Reaching up, Cameron pulled back the hood of his cloak. "You needn't apologize, Admiral. I did not offer my name."

For a moment, Cameron's eyes shifted the others around the Admiral, dutifully carrying out whatever task they had been assigned. Coming to his feet, the large Sith approached the Admiral casually but quickly given the small distance between them. Leaning down slightly to whisper into the Admiral's ear, the folds of his open cloak pulled back slightly. "For whatever reason, your family is keen on some type of evaluation of your capability." The Sith Lord let the thought linger...though the inflection of his voice left the precise meaning and implication behind his words rather open for interpretation.

"As for my name, you may call me Cameron." Standing back to his full height, the Sith Lord took a step back as his gaze shifted once more towards the forward viewport. "I will respond to it with whatever...urgency it is uttered."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Gilaria: Objective 4
Post: 16/25

With a little closer inspection, one would realize that most of the spaceport's problems can be resolved with a proper application of duracrete. But what puzled Dunames was: why would those particular bulkheads crack so easily? Was it bexause the ship was overburdened with powdered duracrete? Or was it low-quality plating being used in the bulkhead? Or even due to some shard of the old duracrete that was carried to Sump? She was not an expert on starship maintenance by any stretch, even though she knew that one could overload a ship's hull at their own risk and that was one of those risks. Once again, the list of stuff that needed to be checked against the stock at the maintenance center on Dosuun seems to be pretty staggering for ships of that class based on that planet. Realizing that this is standard procedure after each and every incident that could put the ship at risk, Dunames wastes no time in asking the people onboard to transmit the list of components.

"That's a lot of spare parts: contact the maintenance center on Dosuun immediately"

"Roger, roger" the communications officer acknowledged, while transmitting the list of spare parts to check against.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Gilaria
BYOO
Post 15

Mishel nodded in agreement, "to the left I think down, down in the chasm itself." She told Kaalia as she directed the Kro Varian in the direction of the force sensitive material. "Kolto shouldn't be too far either in fact I think we're coming up on it now." The teenager recalled her studies at the university and looked down at the console she was reading. "I can go out and collect samples of the kolto, if you like."

There was a pause, "or maybe you can, you are a shaper was water one of your elements?" If it wasn't then she could do it but she wanted to be careful about collecting the sample as to not disturb it greatly.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Objective: Subjugate the system
Allies: [member="Hogrum Veed"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | @Braser Steltan
Post: 4 or 5

Carlyle's face glowered when the transmission was cut short. He starred at where the hologram had been projected, and felt blood rush through his veins. "Motherkarker." He snarled, "That snot-nosed, know it all, motherkarker!" Carlyle bellowed, "Doesn't she understand nuance?!" He asked, flailing his arms, "Does she not understand the need to be careful and precise!? My orders were to take the system within certain parameters, and that is what I have done!" He bellowed.

The admiral began to pace up and down the deck, his cape flowing behind him. "Accelerate to attack speed." Carlyle commanded, "And deploy all troops." He continued, "I'll show Yvarro, I'll show them all, the true power, and efficiency of these ships. Order all our escorts to follow, we will crush this resistance, once and for all!"

From beneath the Malice, dozens of craft began to launch, carrying stormtroopers, and material to the surface. Carlyle watched this procession with intensity. How dare she defy him. How dare she try to sabotage, and undermine him? Carlyle would show them. He would show them all.

 

[Braser Steltan]

post 3

Braser impatiently tapped his polished boot as he imagined the anger filling [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] as Admiral Yvarro's fleet arrived. Even though he couldn't actually see or hear the admiral he knew that the man must be infuriated by another officer undermining him. "Sir, the Admiral is moving toward the planet and deploying all squadrons. He is ordering all escorts to follow behind and continue support." Braser nodded and ordered to the helmsman "Helm, follow tight beside the Malice​." Just as he spoke the blue burning thrusters of the star destroyer in front of him came to life. Several shuttles and tie fighters emerged from the Malice in swarms.

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Rehl Prime
BYOO
Post 16

[member="Cameron Centurion"]'s whisper was enough for Fiolette to note his reasons for being here. By now the Fleet Admiral was not unused to being evaluated, even if the order came from her own family. Cameron the man said his name was, "thank you Cameron." She said in acknowledgment and watched from the viewport as the Malice began to work furiously. A smile broached her lips, "careful not to choke on your aspirations Admiral Rausgeber." Her voice was quiet, but enough for those around her to hear. She knew her presence would cause a stir but the woman hadn't known just how much as a chuckle escaped her. "Approaching orbit of Rehl Prime, Lt. Set us down here, it's a good distance away from either base. We'll have a better position to minimize resistance on both fronts."

"Have the deployment carriers send down the modular garrison bases," was her next order as the shuttle broached orbit and then broke through the planet's atmosphere. Down below primiative warfare carried on. It was brutal and most certainly inhumane, a planet in a perpetual state of war. Killing one another, the Admiral shook her head. It reminded her of the war between the Alliance and the First Order. "How little our race has changed, how any of us have changed. Always so eager to make the other side bleed." And for what cause she wondered, the Galactic Alliance beat their chest about the good and the light but did little to back it up. They were an authoritarian style ggovernmentparading around as a democracy.

The First Order? Well. At least they were honest about being totalitarians with an Imperial despot. She sighed, a moment deciding it best to leave the real politicking to the likes of her neice the Grand Moff and her ministers. "Shields up, approaching site." Fiolette turned over her shoulder, "buckle up, Cameron this might get a little bumpy. Most likely will draw fire from both sides." Which was the intended purpose because she could give them a greater destiny. A destiny to serve the First Order - to fight against the Galactic Alliance.

[member="Hogrum Veed"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Braser Steltan"]​

 

[Valessia Brentioch]

Gilaria
BYOO
Post 17

[member="Otto Shule"] of REC, and Valessia Brentioch would be speaking about a prospective contract. The First Order was very interested in what they had to offer and were willing to invest in the company. Provided a deal could be sorted out, and so here on the man-made resort island the noble sat. "Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, I greatly appreciate it." There was a pause as she shifted her weight in her chair. "The First Order is willing to invest in your company, but of course the decision is up to you. So I'd like to open this up to questions if you have them about the First Order."

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Rehl Prime
Post 5
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Hogrum Veed"]

Cameron remained standing with his hands clasped behind his back as Fiolette went about her business. His silver-green eyes shifted around the room casually as the flight crew made final preparations for their descent and approach.

Any talk of politics or sentient nature went mostly in one of Cameron's ears and out the other. The Sith Lord had long since stopped trying to understand the galaxy in that manner. Bright eyes shifted back to Fiolette as she made a comment about strapping himself in.

He didn't move.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Gilaria
Objective: BYOO
Post: 4

Kaalia looked out to the kolto that grew, finding the sight to be a beautiful one. "At the very least we can see that the first impressions are good. Let's hope my eyes didn't deceive me." The chasm was quite sizable and there was more than enough of the material to get a sample of without disturbing it too much, as long as they were careful. She thought over a way of collecting it but in the middle of it Mishel asked her about her Shaping abilities, more specifically if she had the Water Shaping in her arsenal. "I'm afraid not. I have only been able to learn about wind and fire so far and I doubt either will be of much help underwater," the woman said while shaking her head slightly. "Hopefully I can find a way to learn about Water and Earth Shaping in the future." She knew that in the eyes of other Kro Varians she was nothing but a heretic, not worthy of the title of Shaper, let alone Master Shaper, master of all four elements even if she perfected everything there was to perfect. "Perhaps you could join me in hunting down any information on it. It would make the effort a lot easier."

The chasm looked calm, which was a good sign. "Do you need me to do anything to get you out there?"

[member="Mishel Ren"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Gilaria: Objective 4
Post: 17/25

With the manifest of parts used in this incident transmitted to the maintenance base on Dosuun, Dunames could simply sit back and relax, knowing that the pouring of concrete will soon end. And then she will soon set aside some dry duracrete to rebuild the damaged areas inside the Great Tsu Starport. Of course the FOSB has been a little bit focused on crime over transportation and building safety, but even they would have noticed the gaps in the duracrete by now... then again perhaps the criminals they were looking for in there were a little more concerned about graft, collusion and other corruption stuff pertaining to the construction industry. And yet she knew that sort of thing would rarely make headlines beyond the planet itself: in today's world, she knew that few infrastructure projects would capture the people's attention beyond the planet it is built on.

"All right, Dunames, duracrete pouring is almost complete"

"Good: how much duracrete is left for refurbishing the terminal?"

"About 2,000 tons"

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Gilaria
BYOO
Post 18

"They have these noodles at Uni, that have a spicy rockroot broth but other than that I'm goldanna." Mishel said doing her best to sound hip like all the cool kids at Avalonia University. After double checking her equipment she headed to the airlock and headed out into the water.

The moment she stepped off the ship and into the blue depths of the oan, the disciple of Ren felt different. She hadn't ever had a suit like this on before and wasn't aware just how much it would stick to her skin or how much it would be like a second skin. The water felt odd around her body as she swam down. Schools of fish passed by, larger creatures did as well all seemed to ignore her as she headed down. The tank on the suit read the oxygen levels out as normal, she had plenty of time. She only wished that Samka or Ara had been here, looking around the disciple couldn't get over how beautiful it was down here.

"Kaalia, the view is amazing it's so beautiful." She looked up at the moving surface of the water as the light filtered down. "Turning on my lights, it's gonna get dark down there - but did you see those fishes?" Mishel sounded like a school kid, she breathed through the air filtration system and moved lower toward the chasm. "Either the kolto is super thick or there's a lot of seagrass down here. Do you think they use this to make soup? I heard that there was this Atrisian soup that used Seagrass and Seaweed." She rambled, "hey remember that feeling I had? It's getting stronger..." Her voice trailed as she shifted directions. "Feth it's hard to see even with the light."

The Tygaran teenager seemingly disappeared into the chasm's depths and her flashlight became engulfed. Swallowed by the darkness, and communication became harder. Her voice would sound muffled, grabled even to [member="Kaalia Voldaren"].

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Post 4

"This is a delicate operation," Saera muttered as they sifted through the dark alleyways of Gilaria's undercity. "Once I've infiltrated the meeting, we won't be able to have most forms of contact. I'm depending on you to let me know if any suspicions are aroused."

"Oh, always," 0772 commented. "There hasn't been a citizen down here that we've passed that hasn't been paranoid." He glanced in her direction with a knowing look, and he was promptly met with contempt. "You don't need to be a telepath to know some things, Agent."

With a snort, the woman dismissed him. "This is why I found your lot so contemptable," she spat. "With all your powers, you find it acceptable to treat the "ungifted" as beneath you."

The Adept shrugged. "I am a servitor," he answered. "None are beneqth me. I simply have what little amusements I am afforded to keep life interesting."

"You're taking the piss out of me for a laugh?" She rounded on him and thrust a finger toward his face. "I'll have you know, I have standing, I have worked my fingers to the bone to be taken seriously. I will not tolerate the insolence of-"

0772 waved her off. "Of course, First Lieutenant. I meant no offence."

"Well, you have offended," she scoffed. "I advise that you be more mindful of decorum in the future."

Saera shrugged out of her uniform and into the baggy fatigues afforded by FOSB command. If they were to act in the criminal underworld, it would behoove them to look the part. For 0772's part, he drew the hood of his cloak and disappeared into the shadows just beyond their destination.

Already, he could hear the tightly held whispers of fearful men. The eminence of the First Order preceded them, it seemed. Already, word of arrests and seizure had spread. Panic festered in the masses.

"Be advised," he crooned into her mind. "The slightest misstep will trigger their aggression."