1,000 Points of Hate [PM for Invite]

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Corellia​

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Coronet City​

City Center - Public Landing Pad #41​

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The Deceased Star had already dropped out of hyperspace, and had made it's descent toward Coronet City. If it weren't for the officials on Ket's payroll, his ship would have already been blasted out of the sky. But, all things considered, his ship landed with nary a a raised eyebrow. Business as usual in what was known as the Smuggler's City. The one place other than Nar Shaddaa itself Ket and those like him knew that had exactly nothing to fear from the powers that be. And rightfully so, for the almighty credit was king here. Hydraulics hissed as the ship landed, and one dockmaster's eyebrows raised almost off his forehead as he saw the registration.

One never could tell when simple folk would be replaced, jobs here were so low paid that anyone and their mother could gain employment. Such was their luck as the docking ramp lowered and familiar black boots thudded down it. A Toydarian. Doubly bad luck. For anyone else, at least.

"You there! You cannot dock here! I've seen your registration, you've been flagged as a-a-a-ah-ahh-erk-ugh-auuuuuuuuu..."

*plop*

Ket would have none of this flying insect's poodoo. He was not in the mood whatsoever, and had simply relieved the insect's ability to breath. Looking down to it, he waved his hand and it's body was shoved off the landing pad into the city's speeder traffic below. A few horns and a crash could be heard, but Ket could care less. Offering his hand upward to the ship, he awaited his beloved's caress. This would prove an interesting outing indeed.

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Curupira Hawk"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

[member="Ket Van Derveld"]

Corellia had done well under the Protectorate. Crime was down, corruption was practically non-existent. It paid to pay well. Why risk a well-paying job for a few extra credits? What would have been more foolish would have been to kill a man who had flagged a ship as suspicious rather than simply subdue him. That meant calls had been put out for back up which would arrive in short order. Once security feeds were directed to the hanger and found the CorSec officer missing, the network was checked for his life signs. Since the PZ-9 had become standard fare for Protectorate troops and law enforcement, planetary police forces were licensing the new hardware out. As a planet quick to adopt new innovations, Corellia was naturally one of the planets with them. When the officer's life signs were found to be terminated, the hanger was locked down remotely. Several gunships would be launched and hold position while more officers and police droids moved in.

And in his office, Ayden received a minor security alert.

 

[Tilda Sai]

OMEGA DEFENSE FORCE
MICO

With Corellia being a triple A world, very few things would go unnoticed in the Protectorate world. More so after the two Sith attacks that had seen the complete lock down of the planet after an attack on the city and that of one of the shipyards itself. As soon as the alert hit, klaxtons would blare and MICO had things under it's domain.

Every holocamera in that Docking Port found itself under the control of the Protectorate Intelligence. Recordings would be screened, transponder codes run through security databases, and facial recognition protocols set on search.

Determining just what and who they were dealing with was just a matter of time.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge's Condo
Coronet


Over 400 years ago, this condo building had been utterly destroyed in Omni's original invasion of the galaxy. Great wormholes had opened in the sky, pouring forth a torrential rain of metallic combatants eager to purge organics from the face of the galaxy.

Several direct missile impacts had gouged great craters into the facade of the building until, eventually, it could take no more and had crumpled to the ground like a prizefighter receiving a knockout blow. It was on that day that he'd come across an unconscious Ayden Cater attempting to save a small child.

And it was on that day that he first hit the man.

To try and wake him up.

Some things never changed.

After the war, he'd helped rebuild his district of Coronet and rebuilt the condo to the specifications of before as best he could. It wasn't anything large. It was big enough for two people to be comfortable, three was pushing it.

But everything was in low-key, earthy colors that didn't assault the senses. Perfect for him, although it could make things very dark on cloudy days. He'd been sitting and reading a datapad, news muted before him when a knock had come to his door.

That was strange. Only his neighbors ever knocked, and they were on vacation. Sighing, he stood and hefted his preferred slugthrower pistol from the endtable. Tucking it into the back of his pants and keeping his hand on the grip, he put his eye to the peephole and paused.

No. Karking. Way.

Inhaling slowly, as if steeling himself for a coming storm, he released the handgun and let his shirt fall back into place. He unlocked the door and opened it, black gaze settling onto the last person he'd expected to see.

"Cira."

 

[Cira]

Sarge's Condo
Coronet


The hiss of the door sliding open would perk Cira's attention, her profile turning to him. Her hair was down, but hidden away under the cowl of a heavy hooded cloak. Streaks of gray had already been painted across the sky, threatening rain. As well as providing a measure of concealment for the woman who held so close to her privacy.

He wouldn't be too off the mark there about an approaching storm. The one right in front of him was just growing in strength; a twisting churning energy that would culminate and focus entirely upon the man before her -- and end with an all too familiar replica of a white mask shoved straight into his chest.

Her expression would be set, mouth thin and without a single trace of humor.

"This is yours." she'd say curtly, with every intention of that being the end of the conversation. Unfortunately, things never worked out that way. At least, not for her. Not for him.

There was no empty cup of caf to make that undoubtedly clear.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

There was a lengthy pause as the man's broad shoulders visibly tensed with her abrupt movement. The tension was only released as he firmly registered what it was she was offering to him. She had come... all the way here.... to give this back to him.

She could have mailed it. She could have tossed it.

She chose to hand deliver it.

His head dropped, staring at it, before his gaze lifted slowly to lock onto her.

Inhaling slowly, he gave a brief, slow exhalation.

"It was." He says finally. "Why does it bother you?"

 

[Djorn Bline]

"Alright, who wants to get a drink at Valor's," the clone captain said to his squadron, which contained Dread Guard personnel, that were now leaving a military complex on Corellia. They had a conference with some of the Protectorate's officer about their strategies that could be used against the CIS. Once they arrived at their speeders their comma were buzzing off with an alarm. "What type of idiot would attack Corellia?" A clone said. Possibly CIS but everyone would know the outcome of that.

"You know what that means, boys. Neutralize the di'kut," Canal said at the squadron. The next thing that happened was that they zoomed out of the complex and headed towards the docking pads which was where they were sent to go. It wasn't too far away, but that didn't mean it would be a short ride to reach their destination.

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah rubbed his eyes as he came out of the conference. Noah never liked formal events, well the conference wasn't really formal, it was more like time consuming and useless to him. The time spent at the conference could've been spent on time planning. Though lately it seemed focus had been shifted away from the ground forces and was more focused on naval combat. This pissed Noah off for two reasons, the first reason was the flood of new equipment and funding being poured into the navy and the lack of equipment and funding being put into the ground forces. The second being that if it wasn't for the ground forces, the planets wouldn't have been able to be held and a small force could easily take the planet. But this line of thinking was cut short when Noah's comm went off alerting him to a situation at the docks, after this, Noah hopped into his speeder and sped towards the docks.

 

[Corey's OOC]

So, here he was, back home. How long had it been since he was on Corellia? It had been a while, that bit he knew. He did his best to avoid the world, there were too many Starchasers, and while his family wasn’t that bad, he just… liked to be selfish. And that was important him. Being selfish, and being on his own, that was fine. But now, he was starting to find people he wanted to be around.

And that included his current Master and Ket’s mate. That was… different. Marek followed the Sith out of the blastboat. Watching as he handled the Toydarian, the Starchaser nodded. He knew he was in Omega space, but it was his homeworld, were they really going to target him to get out of here? Hopefully there was a Z-95 at the family estate, to get out of this mess.

“Where we hittin’ first, boss?” His drawl kicking into his speech.

The Omegas did own his home world, and his favorite manufacture of starships... Huh, maybe they weren't so bad.

[member="Ket Van Derveld"]

 

[Long Gone]

LOCATION: Incom Corporation R&D Center

STATUS: Locked Down


[SIZE=10.5pt]As the messages came through, Incom Research and Development Center would go on lockdown. Employees would be sent home, ushered out by armored personnel. The building would seal off and become a fortress unlike anything seen before…well this was an Omega Protectorate world so, it probably had been seen before. The outer layers of the security were a laser-wired fence with electricity coursing through the metallic structures. The gate was coated with an Impervium alloy and reinforced Durasteel. Between the first and second fence was 10 meters of sand and dirt, and in that sand and dirt was approximately enough land minds to destroy a small army. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]At the second gate which was similar to the first was a Manticore Heavy Support Tank with five infantryman in MK/II S Armor carrying BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifles. Roving around the building itself were three Urban Recon Walkers with an escort of six Infantry (three MK/II S / three MK/II H) carrying BTI-CC13 Rifles and BTI-HPCs respectively. At each corner of the building was either a Omega SAM Turret with an Infantryman in a MK/II H loaded down with a OPMS-1 or a BTI-HPC. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]The inside of the building was concealed by tinted transparisteel windows and shielded from explosions and the like. Although, much like any other shield system if the power went out, then the damage could be dealt to the exterior structure. Beyond that, there were motion sensors, biometric locks and roving guards in MK/II S armor with BTI-CC13 Rifles. The access to the actual R&D was guarded by automated turrets and a ray-shielded turbolift that at the push of a button could be sealed off if need by and all data dumped off-site. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Incom Corporation spared no expense in dumping every penny they could to ensure that no one would be able to go in, that wasn’t supposed to. Omega Protectorate had ensured that Incom Corporation would not suffer the same fate they did at Drunkenwell. When one was at war, granted, one would not be safe. Incom Corporation though was not at war, they just happened to be the one who helped war along. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Alyesa stood within her office at the top of the Incom Corp tower, her hands clasped behind her back. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she stared out into the cityscape. Who knew what the threat was this time. She heard about the attack a while back on Fondor and what Omega Protectorate had done to prevent such an attack. She could see how Omega Protectorate was responding in turn to this threat. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]She had faith. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Besides, Incom Corporation had their own defense fleet stationed above Corellia, well away from Corellia out of respect for Omega Protectorate and the Corellians. Additionally, she had a contingent of bodyguards being the C.E.O and a Senator. Whatever was happening was a fool’s errand. Nothing more. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]The job did have perks, needless to say.[/SIZE]

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

"Well, they let us land, so I can only assume the Protectorate doesn't consider me much a threat. Always a good thing, my Apprentice."

He looked out into the brightly lit city, speeders zooming across the sky, bulgar neon flashing. It had been entirely too long since he'd been here, but there was just something about Coronet City that made him smile. "I thought perhaps we might hail a cab, and go get a drink, hmm?" He paused a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Truth be told, the little insect whom he'd dispatched was more of greeting than anything else. "I'm sure the night will get interesting as it progresses. That much I am almost certain of."

Ket had to crack a bit of a grin at that. A few very old 'friends' made Coronet City home, and he was sure they'd make his group's little excursion worth the time.

[member="Curupira Hawk"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Getting on the planet was always a trick. Corellia was one of those worlds. For all they bred the most determined of people, their planetary security was just as determined to keep people out. “That’s true, and getting on world is about half the battle.” Because, damned if the Protectorate was going to allow just anyone walking around on one of their most famed worlds.

Coronet was a beautiful city, and there was Treasure Ship Row… Where were they going to go? Right now, as long as there was some Force teachings to be learned, the where didn’t matter. It was fluid, after all.

“Sure, a drink can sound fine. Are we trying to bring more attention to ourselves?” Marek grinned, looking to his Master

[member="Ket Van Derveld"]
[member="Curupira Hawk"]
[member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Curupira Hawk]

Curupira took her mate's hand as she excited the ship, taking a glance at the former dock guard before he pushed him off. She didn't to be told what kind of mood Ket was in, choosing not to press too much into it. Talking here wouldn't get them answer, at least blowing some steam would be good to him. Instead, her attention turned to Marek for a quick moment when he asked his question.

Protectorate didn't consider her mate much of a threat. She smirked ever so slightly at that remark, simply thinking: And a foolish thing to Ket's words. But then again, that really was good. Guaranteed fun.

"I'm always up for a drink and some fun coming along our way," she said, agreeing with his plan in her own way.

But were they trying to bring more attention to themselves. Curupira grinned to that question as she glanced back at the kid, her face expression should have been answer enough. Bring wasn't probably the right word but sometimes, it was certainly a welcomed entertainment and it tended to follow them at times.

[member="Ket Van Derveld"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Her ship the Lady Blue which was her family company ship. Came in for a landing on docking bay 34-B as they shut down the system. Looking at her hired hands. This was the thanks she got for returning for a visit. Making a her way to the back where the live Nerf bulls and cows. As she have out her orders. The faster she got this done the better. In it all she knew that some day she would take this company over just not today at less. Then again she had other plan also to put her two degrees she had graduated with from the Higher Learning of Kiffex greater Mind in Agriculture. Today she would play along with her little grandparents but she had big ideas of her own how she would expand the business that was now making a good profit.

After a while of going to make sure now of the high in breeding stock of the Nerf pairs she had brought not any way looking sick or shabby. They had gotten this on one of the Ranch sites wanting new breeding blood but they would be coming back with out some of their own. After all it would be a wasted trip didn't want that always a credit to be made with her grandpa.

"Now remember you have all the documents needed for the Ranch outside the city. The Rancher I believe his name is Traft will be coming to met you with all the proper officers, it should take a few hours, just let me know when its all done, I'm going to have myself a drink, come hell or high water." as she turn on them with out a word as left the foreman in charge.

Giving way after being cheeked with her own id. Today she was the sweet grand daughter that was working for her grandparents Nerf farm the Raising Vel. This bring out the id she was one Katherine Vel. She went by that name as she looked on after all it wasn't always that way she had in her inner circles called her by her middle name but today it wasn't so. Having on her black high books a pair of jean and a plain plaid shirt with it was her long bull wipe that was for herding the Nerfs. Looking like she had just step off the farm but was there more to this little red hair then meets the eyes. This brought a curl upon her lips.

Walking along looking at some of the shops that was set up. Could help but have a tingle in the back of her neck hair. Why was she getting this feeling as if ... It got stronger the closer she got to the where they was a choice of fine drinking establishments.

[member="Marek Starchaser"][member="Ket Van Derveld"][member="Curupira Hawk"]

 

[Cira]

Her gold eyes would widen slightly only to narrow anew. She took a step back, cloak fluttering slightly over her full figure, showing glimpses of the dark grey body suit underneath.

“Keep your personal items to yourself.” she’d say in a clipped tone. “Or more appropriately, in your own home. Not mine.”

In the background, Corellian news reports would start to highlight the locking down of one particular starport in Coronet. The red ticker would reflect all the normal and expected reaction based on threat level. So far yellow, nothing like the blaring red when the Sith attacked a Corellian Shipyard.

However, the news report did not register for the cloaked Cira. No, her focus was set upon twin orbs of black.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

"Not really mine. S'a replica." He says quietly, giving her a slow once over before meeting her gaze again. There was no noise to the news, so he wasn't even aware of what was going on. Actual newsworthy activity would probably be another half hour or so once the shooting started.

Not that he was aware someone was even dead.

"But you went to Naboo... got that... and then hunted down a home not even in my name... to bring this to me in person. Yer either real bothered, darlin', or real lonely. And when it comes to me we both know it's only the former with you." All his property was owned under aliases, a remnant of his time serving Ayden during the plague.

Hell his only listed residence during his service was the barracks on Fondor.

"Come in. Have some sweet tea. Don't need anyone thinkin' I'm buyin' drugs."

 

[Cira]

There it was again. The accent. Corellian, if her studies on xenolinguistics centuries ago were correct. Then again, the was the same accent Ayden would slip into every now and then, either when he was delirious as all the Nine Hells or infuriated beyond belief.

We won’t mention what thoughts would percolate in the rear of Cira’s mind at that. Instead, the woman would hold her ground. She was visibly primed for a fight as much as she battled the fierce desire to just leave.

Sweet tea? Who drinks sweet tea?

Granted the question threw her off for a moment, but she was quick to gather her bearings.

“Don’t be an ass,” she’d snap out, well aware that it was a replica. The real one was set behind a secured energy field for public view in the Library of Naboo. In Vong exhibit. But she didn’t need to figure that out to be well aware of just what the mask was.

Memories were long and hard to forget. Especially for one Tali vas Andromeda.

“I’ve done what I came here to do.” she’d utter low, staring at him with those bright gold eyes before she turned to leave.

 

[Not Ordo]

Vin did what all Gurlanin did best, he watched and bided his time. The ship the held [member="Ket Van Derveld"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Curupira Hawk"] [member="Seanna Vel"] had landed and caused a small flag to be raised in the computer system so Vindart who appeared to be a medium sized shipping crate at the moment had been sent to watch. He could have sensed them in the force had he wanted to give himself away but as it was they wouldn't sense or notice him right away without a very concentrated search.

If he needed to he would inform [member="Cira"] or another of the officials on the planet, but only if he needed too.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

For once, her reaction was actually unexpected. He was just trying to be polite. "Ain't bein an ass. Just bein polite..." He says quietly, frowning a little. "Even got some peach flavorin' to it. Real good." He adds, shaking his head a little.

Watching her as she walked away, he tilted his head and sighed. "You came here to confirm something. I don't really know what, but you could have pitched that thing with no remorse.

Instead you came here."

He shrugged to her back. "Offer fer tea stands." If she didn't turn around, oh well, more for him.

 

[Tilda Sai]

Surveillance security scanners would be quick to sweep the probing laser for identification upon the sapients in the locked hanger bay. Security scanners were surveillance devices used in bases, prisons, factories, mines, laboratories, and other secure facilities to detect infiltrators or invaders. With motion sensors, infrared sensors, weapons detectors, and holographic recorders, these devices were usually small and unobtrusive, capable of being installed virtually anywhere, and for that very reason, planted in sectioned areas across all docking bay gates, hanger doors, and space por corridors.

These sophisticated models were able to holorecord video and audio data, including precision scanners designed to rapidly turn, track, and zoom in on a target, ultraviolet and infrared security scanners for low light environments, and long range exterior scanners. The flash of green light would be the only warning, as it went over [member="Ket Van Derveld"] [member="Curupira Hawk"], and [member="Marek Starchaser"].

The transfer of data would be instant. Up on FleetCom, the eye in the sky that was Major Anika Od'Manteiv would review the transferred information. With a database as large as it was being shared by their allies and within Protectorate Territory, datafiles would start matching biometrics.

It would take time, but would reveal interesting bits of information soon enough.