Wow, This Faction Name Is Going To Make Things Confusing (Dominion's Hex Dominion of Ventooine)

[Cedric Grayson]

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OOC

This dom is open to just about anybody, so long as you don't come in with an aggressive fleet or anything of the like. Objectives are below. This one needs no rush, so post at your leisure.

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Objectives

• 1. The Bosph races is led by a caste of force sensitives. They suffered mistreatment by the past Sith Empire, and while they have expressed interest in joining the Dominion as a member world, are wary of entering the galactic playing field once again. Dominion Ambassadors must convince the Bosph leadership that joining the Dominion will be beneficial to both their people and their world. This is a non-combatant role.

• 2. The people of Ventooine are have offered to open their homes to the Dominion's Atrisian refugees. A deal has been stuck with the government of Ventooine to provide land for an Atrisian colony on their world. In exchange, the Dominion will give Ventooine a place within the Dominion's senate and a discount on the trade of tibanna gas. Dominion personnel must help ease this transition with some of the local farmers that have no desire to share their land with foreigners. Could be combatant depending on how people deal with this situation.

• 3. Terrible beasts stalk the desert wastes of Neelgaimon. Many have been driven to extinction, but a population of the infamous Terentatek stalk the denizens of this forsaken world. To prove themselves, many force sensitives loyal to the Dominion have signed up on the mission to eradicate these dangerous beasts. Furthermore, there has been talk of erecting an academy for young students of the force by some of the Dominion's Jedi Knights once the threat has been quelled.

• 4. Trian has next to no lore in either legends or canon. All we know is that the world is mostly covered in forests, and that it was mentioned in some off-hand novel almost twenty years ago. Writers may do with this world as they please. Considering the planet is more or less a blank slate, the admin team is expecting someone to claim it as their own at some point and do as they will. We fully support whatever endeavor the writers come up with.

• 5. BYOO

IC

Neelgaimon was about as far from civilized as you could get. The world was a giant wasteland potmarked by the occasional settlement or industrial complex. It was the kind of place that holofilm studios filmed old westerns at. Most folks wouldn't have given Neelgaimon the time of day, and even the Dominion had been a little hard pressed to justify giving the planet any kind of official presence. In the end though, hearts and minds had won out. The practice of slavery was ousted and many of the factory barons were put in chains for crimes against sentients. The world had been promised protection by the Dominion fleet, representation within the senate, and a number of private businesses were plotted to spring up along the abandoned town. Plans were set to jump start the economy and democratic elections were being hosted at this very moment.

The Dominion was investing a helluva lot into this place; Darius could only hope that it would pay out. Much like the refugees of the core needed a home, so too did he and his allies. The small building on Ession gifted to its sect of Jedi Knights wasn't much, to say the least, and its affiliation with the other orders was counter-intuitive to what they were trying to accomplish. Darius and his compatriots wanted to get away from what the shattered remnants of the order had become, not to embrace it.

And so it had been decided that Neelgaimon would become the home of this fledgling group. The dustball had plenty of room for newcomers, and the isolation would probably help with new students. In truth, Darius did not know. He'd agreed to this decision because, for whatever reason, some of the others seemed to defer to him. He didn't have the experience or the qualifications for such a role, yet he'd slipped into it all the same. The errant knight huffed at the thought just as the transport feathered its way down onto the dusty plains. A single town stood on the far horizon. Everything else was taken up by rocky crevices and holes that burrowed to gods-knew-where.

There was another reason this place had been picked aside from its relatively low population. A small grouping of old Sith beasts still stalked these hills, and they had claimed more than a few lives in the past ten years. Left to their own devices, the beasts had thrived. A handful of team comprised mostly of force sensitives had volunteered to deal with the threat; it was a proving of sorts. Darius had not been too keen on doing so, but to deny these people would be to deny the very teachings he sought to preserve.

The shuttle's motor whirred down, and Darius rose to his feet, his back popping and his arms stretching wide as he let out a rather loud yawn. "Welcome to Neelgaimon," he muttered, rubbing the dark spots out of his eyes. "It's a little drier than I expected, but I s'pose it'll do."

[member="Arken Lussk"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Empires rise and fall.​

Yea. Life to dust, dust to life.​

Legacy remains.​

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Legacy of works.​

Intermittent achievements.​

It seeks Dominion.​

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Band together all.​

Assist not calamity.​

Sons of difference.​

 

[WolfMortum]

Post Count: 1.
Location: The Chimaera, enroute to Bosph.

Bosph, a world he had not ventured too in the past and thus required a little more study via the holo-net as the Chimaera surged through hyperspace enroute to the outer-rim sector. Aboard the durasteel warbird, the Stardestroyer housed just under half of the strong ten thousand of the 501st Stormtrooper Legion, there alongside the crew of the Chimaera, everyone set about their duties, preparing to rendezvous with the world in the hope of bringing them something of a care package, along with the prospect of unity within the Dominion. They were an isolationist people, the Bosph's having had history with the Sith and no doubt with the Silver Jedi nearby for holding force sensitives yet wanting not to be involved in the affairs of the warring worlds around them.

This, like all things of late was to be a matter of diplomacy. All Veiere had seemed to be doing of late was talking, from one envoy of worlds to another, politicians and diplomats of all kinds had come to contact him in search of answers to questions that Veiere hadn't rightly had time to think upon, he wondered how [member="Lady Kay"] managed with all the fuss. His training had been put in the background somewhat, yet thanks to the Chimaera's upper echelon, the head of the ship held much more privacy and he was atleast able to delve deep into meditation to keep himself from stressing. He found that his time went so quickly what with all this business of leading a people, that he'd not had the previous concerns that had plagued him before. Naturally this was a gift in itself and yet the emergence of the Sith on Commenor still troubled him, let alone the whispers of those popping up around the northern regions of the Galactic charts. The Dominion itself held a number of their people, though with somewhat differing views, here both sides had agreed to come to work together to achieve what the rest thought could only be done by killing the opposition; here in the Dominion, Veiere felt his true calling was coming into fruition as their unity promoted strength yet also peace among those who were once, for many years, enemies.

"Five mikes out of Bosph, my Lord..." The voice came through over the intercom, Veiere's eyes opening as he found himself seated upon the end of his bed, his private quarters aboard the ship were fit for one of his title, yet it all seemed far to luxurious for his tastes. He understood that appearances were important and yet as humble as he was, he still missed that old tattered Jedi tunic and dirtied robe that he'd worn for so long. On the bridge, Vikras Ansion was leading the expedition, an Admiral who worked directly under Veiere yet had held the station long enough to know the crews strengths and weaknesses intimately, where as Veiere had always preferred being on the ground and in the immediate action. As much talking as he'd been doing lately, his skill with a lightsaber and the combined power of his training in the Force far outclassed his experience dealing with Naval tactics and combat above worlds.

[member="Arken Lussk"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Seraya Whisperwind"], [member="Durza the Zealous"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 1


Bosph was not a world that Kay was familiar with. In truth she couldn't recall having heard of it before. But then the gaps in her memories didn't help much in that regard. Yet there were so many thousands of planets in the Galaxy, that it was nearly impossible to know them all.

Admiral Anison had informed her of [member="Veiere Arenais"] ' recent undertaking. Whether it was just so that she'd be aware of his whereabouts in case she needed him for an emergency, or if the Admiral wasn't so sure if Veiere was up to the task, she didn't know. But it was nice to be told, regardless. It had meant that she was regaining some of the trust that she once had. Her life was getting back on track to wherever it was leading before her captivity.

Kay chewed the inside of her cheek. Would Veiere need her help? She was far more experienced in this sort of thing than he was. Politics wasn't quite his known forte, yet in truth he was far better at it than he thought. Or perhaps she was the only one that was soothed by his voice? Regardless, she sent word to him via their private channel on the Chimaera.

~Hey, it's me. I hear that you're playing the diplomat today. Anything that I can help you with? Did you want some pointers?

Kay~

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Trian
Objective: 4
Allies: Dominion
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 1/38

After the Runinn-Zhanmud resort was built on Luminoss, Dunames' attention was turned to strengthening their assets outside the galactic southwest. It was a grim realization that Star Tours would become vulnerable especially in the light of those prospective invasions on either side of the GA-FO border. On the forest world, it is clear enough to her that, especially with the Atrisian refugees coming in to this region, the planet's spaceport infrastructure will be a little deficient. Before they revert to realspace, they will have to review what's different from the First Order protocol for construction. Star Tours has been providing transportation infrastructure to a number of worlds. Rakata Beta, Kaeshana, Subterrel, Halm, to name the most recent of the gang. Certain elements need to be discussed first, before any discussion of the design of the resulting spaceport can even begin. For sure, each planet calls for different cultural customs but Atrisian refugees, while having land earmarked for them, may have conflicting requirements vs. the natives, about whom Dunames admittedly knew nothing about.

"All right, Trian has different construction codes. Forestry is one of their major industries apparently, so one can get lumber on the cheap there"

"But that's because its fame has nothing on Kashyyyk's in the timber industry"

"Even so, these Atrisian refugees may come here if Ventooine fails: the Trian authorities promised as much"

"Remember: they will ask for a minimum amount of wood"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darius Sedaire"] [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Lady Kay"]

Aboard the vessel of Dunames Lopez


Day came. Or at least what the young woman perceived to be day. The lights in her cramped cabin faded on, mimicking the sun as the onboard twenty four hour cycle reset itself. Seraya groaned, rising from her bad and rubbing her eyes. She was a Jedi yes, but she did have only one thing she truly hated.

Waking up....

Still in a fog she managed to peel off her pajamas and get into her blue jumpsuit. her white cloth vest with the cowl came next, then boots, then she buckled on her belt and yawned. It was going to be a long day. Despite Jedi being forbidden in some orders to take unnatural things into their body, she was a also a huge fan of Caf.

Everyone has a sin. even a the highest of Jedi.​

With Caf cup in hand sshe entered the bridge, just in time to hear Dunames Lopez talk about timber industry. She wanted to snap a quick quip off the tip of her tongue, talking about how they should not disturb an eco system they did not yet fully understand. But there was not enough Caf in her veins, and besides, she had other more pressing matters to attend to.

The Jedi inside the Dominion were scattered. Coming from a shattered Jedi Order and the ruins of The Republic, whilst others were straight up rogues. and then there was the distasteful presence of the Sith, which the young redhead found very hard to reconcile. As if a Toydarian could fall for mind tricks, hard.

"Captain, good morning." She said, bowing and then taking another sip. the cup was clasped between both her hands, and her hair was a frizzy mess.

"How far out are we? And while we are at it, I was wondering if we could discuss some of the particulars of this... expedition."

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri sat in the cramped confines of the shuttle for what seemed like hours. He was forced to sit next to an elderly man, whom the Wookie was afraid might keel over at any minute and a large fat man who kept bumping the Wookie's shoulder. While Shorarri and the fat man were in the midst of an epic duel for the middle arm rest a voice sounded over the intercom.

“Attention passengers we are now arriving at Neelgaimon. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for descent,” The feminine voice droned.

Shorarri was so happy at this news he let the fat man have the arm rest, although the triumphant glare the man gave Shorarri made him let out a soft growl under his breath. The shuttle landed with a sudden jerking halt and the refugees were unloaded. Shorarri stretched as the sandy winds whipped at his fur. The world wasn't much to look at, but it beat the Refugee ship. Shorarri lifted his snout and smelled the air. It was crisp and dry. He wondered what kind of game might live here.

He slung his bow caster round his back and cautiously reached into his satchel feeling for the bow bolts inside. He needed to find a hunting party, but doubted any of the refugees knew the terrain very well. Then he spied a young human who looked like he knew his way around.

Shorarri approached him cautiously then all at once the Wookie roared at the human [You wouldn't happen to be hunting these lands would you?]

Then the Wookie began to berate his nervous outburst. Stupid, stupid, stupid Shorarri thought to himself.

[member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: In orbit over Trian
Objective: 4
Allies: Dominion [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 2/38

"We're now in orbit over Trian" she told the redhead Jedi.

Trian's main industry was, of course, forestry. Of course, Dunames would care little for Jedi or Sith, but there was one on the bridge of the very freighter she was using to build that commuter spaceport. In her mind, it made sense to build it somewhat larger than the spaceport on Kaeshana because the colony was going to be larger than the remaining population of Santaissa's region. But few Jedi actually understand the significance of transportation infrastructure: to them security was more important than anything else transportation-related. At this point, though, some land was earmarked in areas that were previously undeveloped, for the purposes of building the colony. Hopefully Star Tours would see to it that the colony would have everything it needs, even though other construction-related parties would be required to finish the job, especially if these come from the refugees first. Of course, what Dunames knows about urbanism is actually quite limited: perhaps the redhead would know more about urbanism than Dunames does?

"Now, the objective here for Star Tours is to build a spaceport large enough to service the population of Atrisian refugees that the Trian authorities have agreed to house. Star Tours proper does not operate sawmills or other forestry mills. Do you wish to discuss Star Tours' involvement in the project?"

 

[Daxton Bane]

It felt glorious to don once more his beloved battle armor, only the soft hiss of vented gas would give any indication of his presence. Although it has seen better days, the armor protecting him made him feel nostalgic for the good old days when one could tell friend from foe just by looking at the them. No longer it seemed as Daxton took another deep breath of recycled air before he glanced at the holomap he wore on his his wrist, today was all about the hunt, although unlike the others he was here for the thrill of the hunt.

As an added challenge, aside from the three sabers that hung confidently from his hip, he carried with him today a Force Pike. While it was an archaic reminder of the past, he was still capable of delivering a nasty vicious shock that would stun most creatures large and small. He was going to try and capture some of the creatures alive for further study, another one of his pet projects to see if he could outdo evolution in creating new and ever more adaptable beasts.

The Sith wished to establish a new outpost in this desolate land to study further the flora and fauna of this strange planet. He suspected that results would add new treasures for his achemical and pharmaceutical stockpile. Daxton understood thatknowledge was power and he planned to use this expedition to expand his even further.

Taking out a pair of macrobinoculars, he scanned the valley ahead for any signs of the prey he sought.

 

[WolfMortum]

Post Count: 2
Location: The Chimaera.

His armored boots fell heavy upon the Chimaera's floor, the Protector Class Jedi Lord Armor covering from shoulders to toes, save for the head of which Veiere much preferred to do without the helm. At his back, the royal colors of Ession had been woven into the cape that swayed at the back of his feet as he moved, it was a suit made ready for war and yet still held a seemless elegance to it. As leader over the Dominion, entering into a system that might seek to reject him, he had been advised to come armed and such was why he brought with him, not one but two lightsabers; his former apprentices hung from the left of his belt where as his own personal hilts had been connected at the center to form the two handed staff, a much heavier weight on the right.

"Report..."

He spoke with confident demand over the bridge, looking across to the Admiral of whom then looked to the nearest captain of the vessel. "No signs of immediate interference my Lord, though we have detected heightened comm's chatter across Bosph, it would seem they're aware of our arrival..." the man paused a moment, hesitating before speaking up once more, "We've also been hailed by a vessel under the callsign of the 'Free Lady'.." the Officer was quickly cut off as Veiere interjected, "Forward it to my station". There aboard the bridge, his station that he had mentioned was really the head of command, having the greatest authority over the ship and yet not strictly his, Vikras Ansion had spent more time at the terminal station than Veiere had; the Admiral making no notion of argument however as at the end of the day, he followed the chain of command to the letter.

Kay,

The Chimaera is currently in orbit of Bosph, I am due to meet with their Council.

You are welcome to join me, of course.

I will await you on the Chimaera and perhaps we can go down together.

~ Veiere.

The message was brief and to the point, he needed not play on words with her. Not when there were other matters here at stake. It would however be good to share the company with Kay, given that her world too held an invested interest in The Dominions survival now. For good or for worse, the two had stayed closely connected despite all that the galaxy had thrown at them thus far, Veiere had no doubt that her expertise in politics would help him greatly here. Though he were a Jedi once upon a time, capable of great feats within the force, when it came to communicating with the galaxy at large, he still had a great deal to learn and she would be the only one to see through his mask, to note just how uneasy all this political jargon made him.

[member="Arken Lussk"], [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Seraya Whisperwind"], [member="Durza the Zealous"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Dunames Lopez"], [member="Shorarri"]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

Post: 2

Objective: 3

There weren't as many present as Darius had expected, but then he had grown rather used to working alone. Green eyes shifted from one end of the vessel to the next. Most of those present were unfamiliar faces, but a handful were known to the knight errant. The wookie was among the former. Darius found himself blinking rather dumbly at the alien as the question was roared in his face. The wookie's native tongue was one that Darius had been forced to learn during his time dealing with the species, but he still required a few moments to translate the mix of barks and growls into proper basic.

"You could say that." He replied, bowing his head somewhat. "My name is Darius, and I'm...well, I suppose I'm one of the only Jedi out on these worlds." The young man shrugged, a smile playing across his lips. The others were already starting to march off toward their hunts, but he found himself lingering in the shuttle with the wookie. "I mean to offer whatever help I can; earn my keep if you get what I mean. I was hoping there might be other remnants of the order here, but..."

The knight's brow furrowed and his shoulders lifted in a slight shrug.

"Anyway, what's your name?"

[member="Shorarri"], [member="Arken Lussk"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

While the internal mechanisms of his armor kept him relatively cool despite the rising humidity, Daxton paused under the shade of towering tree when a sudden shower arrived. His prey have been elusive so far but he knew it was only a matter of time before they made their presence felt. In all likelihood, they would probably hunting in a pack, where larger numbers would prove to their advantage yet he found no sign of animal spoor or disturbance of any kind.

In a way, he was thankful, that the beasts weren't making it to easy for him. He loved the thrill of a challenge against a worthy foe, be it beast, Mandalorian, Jedi or even fellow Sith. Having hunted some of the most dangerous game in the galaxy, the Sith lord rather enjoyed these types of conflict, second only to the wild carnage of open battle.

Time to get an overview from the high ground, slinging the Force Pike over his back, he took a firm grip with his gauntleted fingers around the trunk of the tree and started to climb....

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{01}
{Objective 2}

Zaz generally had the diplomatic abilities of a hand grenade, except a hand grenade would usually kill fewer people. The man ran a hand through his mohawk as his shipped touched down onto the planet's surface. The Mandalorian glanced over at his buyce before shaking his head, deciding to leave the somewhat intimidating helmet in his copilot's seat. He stood up, pulling his spine into a long drawn out stretch before righting his body in a swift exhale.

Rather than arm himself with a standard blaster rifle or even his signature shotgun the Mandalorian simply attached his blaster pistol to his hip, not feeling a need to be heavily armed for dealing with common farmers.

His orders had been simple, ease the transition between the Atrisian refugees and the Ventooinian farmers who had been selected to have their land donated to the Atrisians.

Zaz attached a comm device to his ear while making his way outside of the ship. Pinching his eyes closed when the bright sun connected with them he exhaled in a slight bought of frustration before simply eyeing a nearby settlement sitting on a raised plateau. The farmland surrounding it was meant to be used as a landing area for the Atrisian ships as well as the staging area for their new colony. Yet the officials in charge of the lands had been...less than enthusiastic when told they would have to part with their land.

 

[Drox Fuga]

Post: 1
Objective: 2

Drox exited hyperspace with the Ash Armies Main Fleet, this was the Fleet his father dies for, sacrificed all he could so that those without hope could survive. Now he was given a mission as a diplomat. As a member of the Dominion Planetary Government he was sent to find sanctuary for some of the Atrisia Refugees. The people of Ventooine had offered some of their land as the people of the planet were historically open armed for assisting those in needs. He was offered the chance to find a home for those his father saved, he was honored to be given a mission by the Archlord.

The people of Ventooine were opened armed to accept these people, but the government where wary to accept this. There was always the talk of how the Dominion where unable to defend themselves from the GA. Drox wanted to extinguish this worry by bringing his own fleet to show the power of the Dominion. This would do two things, one the Ventooine government realized that the Dominion where a real threat, but also that joining them would offer protection as well. This would make a heavy opening conversation between the government and himself.

After entering orbit, Drox took one of the dropships to the surface as he was wearing a more noble attire, that of a Hapan Nobel that his father was. This was a meeting between potential alliance, not a military conference.

Drox was informed that a [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] was also suppose to direct the resettlement of the refugees as he spoke to the Government. He radioed this Merc to inform him that he was meeting with the Prime Minister and get this whole matter settled.

Ash Army Fleet

Spoiler

Centenarian Battlecruiser - PLS Anaxes
Spearhead Cruiser - PLS Abomination
2x Spearhead Heavy Cruisers - PLS Gods Grasp, PLS Hevans Gift
4x Hammerhead Class Frigates - Gold Rider, Duro Bound, Reliance, Battlefield Peace
Katana Lighter Cruiser - Katar's Beauty

 

[Shorarri]

Shorarri blinked at the human's question. It was a wonder the sentient had even understood him! This excited Shorarri and in all his nervous glee he completely forgot to answer him. [This is just great! A hummie that understands shyriiwook!] The Wookiee chortled. Then he patted the human on the back, as one might a pet who just learned a new trick. [And a Jedi you say? I've never met one of those.] Shorarri said more than a little curious. [I hear there are many famed hunters among the Jedi tribe. Men like look ski wolkrr] Shorarri struggled with the name, but managed to butcher it only a little bit. [If you are anything like what I have heard you must be a great hunter indeed!] He roared excitedly.

Then Shorarri began down the flight ramp that led to the outside world. The Wookiee was still getting used to the galaxy at large. He had given up on going to restaurants or conventional stores when he discovered none of them would trade fairly for their wares. No one would accept the precious paper or the figurines he had carved with his own claws. So, now he was forced to hunt for his own food. It was rather strange for him as he was originally a carpenter. He had never truly killed anything before. But, like most Wookiee's he had a bowcaster and he knew how to use it. Now here he was on Neelgaimon. The only place he could barter passage to in exchange for a few of his carvings and one of his most prized books.

Shorarri stepped onto the crisp Desert earth. He felt the grainy sand beneath his feet, it was rough and course. Sand, it was another foreign thing that reminded him just how far away from home he was. He reached down and scooped up a bit of Neelgaimon then placed the dirt into one of his satchel pockets. Something was off here, though he could only faintly smell it on the wind. Whatever it was Shorarri could not quiet place it. But, for some reason it reminded him of the Shadowlands back on Kashyyyk and a chill went up his spine. Shorarri turned back round to see if his new companion had followed and beckoned him forth with a wave of his paw. For some reason he did not want to be alone on this planet.

[member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 1
Post: 2

The message that [member="Veiere Arenais"] had sent her was straight to the point. Whether or not her communications from the Free Lady were being monitored by the Sith remained to be seen. This was one such a way to find out. Another quick message was sent off to him.

~Understood. I'll see you shortly.

Kay~

It took quite a few hours before the Free Lady had caught up with the Chimaera, dropping out of hyperspace nearby. Her ship looked quite small in comparison, easily dwarfed by the Star Destroyer. Kay was seated in the copilot's chair, signalling her pilot to hail the Chimaera and let them dock. Within moments they were on their way, about to be swallowed into the belly of the metal beast.

She got to her feet, stretching out her muscles while she spoke. "I'm sure that there'll be guest quarters for you. No need to hide in the Free Lady. I don't expect our visit to be long, but you never know. Just be on your best behaviour." As if she expected anything less. Kay headed over to her quarters, gathering her satchel and some tea as well. Her eyes dropped to her lightsaber. Should she bring that too?...No. Best not to. She had Veiere to look after her. Her attire consisted of a black gown, fancy, but not overly so. She had to be able to move around with ease. A small tiara adorned her head, decorated with chrysopaz crystals. Inside her satchel contained a few bottles of Commenori brandy and some uncut chryspoaz crystals wrapped in fine fabrics. She learned long ago to bring gifts for such meetings. It always helped turn them to her favour.

Once the Free Lady was docked, Kay took her leave of it and stepped out into the Chimaera. It had been her first time on board. The sight of the Storm Troopers all around gave her a bit of a pause. A few months earlier she'd of figured that she'd be kidnapped on this vessel or arrested, but not now. Veiere had her trust.

She glanced around, looking for him among the various shades of white and black plated armour.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Location: Ventooine
Objective: Smooth over the refugee transfer
Allies: [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"], [member="Drox Fuga"]
Enemy: Farmers? I guess?
Posts: 1

As she stepped from her ship into the warm plain, Grace's eyes narrows into thin lines, a hand raising to block even a little of the bright sun. While she wasn't an accomplished peacemaker, her ability to bring Meredies into the fold had convinced the higher ups that she was at least a worthy candidate. That, of course, ignored her... specialized talents in the Force, which may end up coming in handy anyways. Part of the Dominion taking the planet under its wing was the acceptance of Atrisian refugees to the empty spaces in the forests of the area. The problem? Some of the local population wasn't all that happy with a bunch of people from across the galaxy moving into their land.

As she adjusted to the light, the other figure standing in the field seemed to surprise her. Wasn't he, well, a soldier? They didn't want a fight, but the extra muscle could be useful. Tapping her comm into the Dominion's frequency, she spoke. "Surprised to see a Mando out here. Hope we don't need your skills this mission."

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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[ToKola Bakari]

{02}
{Objective 2}

Zaz's eyes took to the sky as he watched several other ships enter the atmosphere. He leaned back against the outer hull of his ship, watching as one of the ship's made it's way towards the nearby city. Most likely [member="Drox Fuga"] going to work the ropes of diplomacy. How fun.

A voice rang through his comm, causing his head to turn to the landing sight of the second ship. A smirk came to his face before tapping the side of his own comm unit, activating it as he responded to the woman. "Didn't you know? Mandalorians are expert negotiators. So who do I have pleasure of speaking to?" He asked, his eyes squinted to make out her figure from the rather lengthy distance.

Rather than await for a response he began to make his way towards [member="Grace Darkson"], realizing she must be one of the people he was working with this mission.

 

[Cedric Grayson]

A number of the hunters dispersed in a dozen different directions. Most had gathered in little groups of their own or had courses plotted already. Darius had not really thought that far, considering that he tended to work on his own as of late. It was a habit he had gotten into after his departure from Galactic Alliance space. There just weren't that many folks the knight errant could rely on, let alone for a hunt such as this. As he watched some of the people go, Darius felt his heart drop. Many of them were severely ill equipped for the prey they would be tackling today. More than one was going to die to the claws of the beast, and there was little he would be able to do aside from focus on his own hunt. They had already rejected the idea of going together in a large group. Each man and woman wanted his or her glory. Darius just wanted to rid this planet of the sithspawn menace before they caused more trouble.

"It takes me a minute to translate it in my head," Darius said apologetically, his lips pulling back in a small, albeit warm smile. "It was something we needed to learn back on Sullust. Your language is one of the popular ones, and Wookies are pretty much everywhere. Kind of important to understand you folks, though I still have trouble with the barks and such. Comes with being a primate, unfortunately." Darius' small smile grew into a grin as he stepped down from the loading ramp. "Ah, that guy. Yeah, he's an old legend. Plenty of other Jedi that did just as much for the galaxy," Darius murmured, a little annoyed at the reverence most of the galaxy held for a single Jedi Master. "But...yes, I can hunt I suppose, though the prey we're going after is unrivaled in its dangers. It frightens me."

A cold feeling washed over Darius as his boots hit the dirt. There was something very wrong with this place. "...Have you ever heard of a Terentatek?"

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