Ain't No Sass in Our Kaas [Silver Sanctum Dominion of Dromund Kaas]

[Judah Dashiell]

If there was a hellhole to be found, Dromund Kaas was it. Forced into a type of ice age, the planet had a few stragglers and settlers trying to eek out an existence. A subject of wars and Sith occupation, the planet had recently seen better days. An alien force, loosely known as the Diversity Alliance, had come in and tried to take citizens as slaves. There were rumors that a potential colony was in the works, although if it ever came to light it was likely destroyed by now in the razing of the planet.


What had been rebuilt now lay in scattered ruins. Massive Sith Temples, shrines erected in swamps, mysterious caves all suffered damage as well. Ruins had turned into near dust, the planet was on the verge of collapsing, its citizens too tired and injured to give a great effort.


Alien warships lay dead in space. Defenses were destroyed. What little medical facilities were overrun, understaffed and had run out of supplies days ago. Smugglers and the black market fuel fears and panic. To say things went from bad to worse on Dromund Kaas was a severe understatement.







Objectives and Dromund Kaas information

Spoiler

Dromund Kaas Wookiepedia

Everything needs a hostile force [Thread link]- Attack on Dromund Kaas, tons of scattered debris in the atmosphere, details on some ground damage.

• Help the inhabitants rebuild and bring in trained medicos.
• Set up an orbital station to monitor against new attacks.
• Salvage debris for valuable information.
• Help transplant some of the populace to better worlds.
• Investigate any ruins or tombs which somehow survived.
• Bring Your Own/You Do You

 

[Orihime Ike]

1/20
Salvage
[member="Willow Ike"] [member="Sia Ike"]

"Come on little sister." She said it with a wicked smile on her face while going over some of the things in her head, they were here working on the salvage for anything important but more then that she had the drones.....and the awesome transport to work with. Sitting in the seats with the harness over her shoulders. The dala was moving and with the new booster frame they could navigate over and around the debris that was left over. "Come on we are going to have so much fun.... oh I wonder if [member="Ryn'Dhal"] will be there... or [member="Zak Dymo"]." She said it as a joke but after their last encounter she was more then happy to make the cat jedi nervous and maybe run away all red.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Location : Dromund Kaas, Atmosphere
Post : [2/20]
Objective : Salvage



Peering out from the expansive viewport, Makai leaned over the control panel best he could. Hood from his jacket obstructed his view, a scale-speckled hand coming to move it out of the way. Space was cold and more than a little dry, but Makai loved being in any spaceship. It was completely different from being in the ocean but very similar at the same time -- if that made any sense.


Scraping and groaning could be heard against the hull of the ship. He carefully slid back into his chair(the co-pilots chair of all things!) and looked to his Dad. There appeared to be no worry about the noise coming from their port side.


"Dad? Aren't you worried about all the scraping? We need air to breathe and if the ship gets a hole in it...we can't."


"Its only going to get worse. See all this debris? Stuff is going to smack in from time to time, the shields can only do so much....Look up ahead, see the Salacia vessels? Up on the mothership. That's where we are headed."


"We have to get through all this junk to the big, broken up ship? Also, you didn't answer my question about breathing."

 

[Junko Ike]

2/20
Sakura Refugee Efforts

Junko was looking at a couple of things, namely getting as many people as they could into the new medical ships they produced. The Phenex hospital ships bringing a new level of welcomed support as well as new ways for them to work on some of the things. With Wey'lan and Satochi's efforts for making equipment to help colonization efforts or feeding more people. "Please be calm and we will have more then enough stuff to try and help you." The small atrisian princess said it while she was letting her hands go to some of them and spreading the cans of food for them, the clothing they had been working on and she was loading them into transports to be taken to small staging areas they could get more ships from.

 

[Ranik Keeran]

Continued Post (Mission) from "Everything needs a hostile force"

Spoiler

Ranik had taken his time at his home ship, preparing himself with his needed weapons and devices, but he did not expect what would soon happen. As he warped in from his Helix-class, he warped straight into an invasion. He held his composure although he should be freaking out in his own right. His ships alarms going off from multiple signatures and weapons fire going off, some even targeting him. He bobbed and weaved, dodging everything he could, but he had to get through all of this.


He saw a location to land nearby his designated goal, or as close as he could get to it. He took out a few of the flarestar-class shuttles, which weren't exactly a fair match when pitted against an advanced and modified interceptor, but he needed to stay out of sight more.

He landed his ship and quickly exited, venturing to his target locations as the world was basically shaking from the havoc currently going on.

"What the kark?!" he exclamed, as he was greeted by one of the creatures in armor coming at him. This is not what he planned to get into, but he had to keep calm. He unsheathed his vibrosword, quickly slicing at the enemy. For him, the outer armor seemed too strong at the moment, so he guided his sword to slice the tentacles and grabbed for his blaster, firing off as much as he could into what he thought was the head. Taking it down he quickly got back in track... To the destroyed temples and get inside underground

Ranik scurried quickly to the old and demolished temple that was once a Sith Temple. By now the aliens had all retreated, debris flying, explosions going off. Hopefully no one would have noticed him, and hopefully his ship would be undiscovered and undamaged. Eventually he founds his way to the ruins... he had no idea what would be awaiting him, if anything was down there. If the underground parts of the temple were even stable, or some areas collapsed. He still had his weapons with him, and his instincts, and that was all he would ever need. Hopefully he can get this done quickly.

2/20

Ranik had been pushing into the underground temples for quite some time, earlier he was trying to move rubble whenever he came across it. Unfortunately, for the time that he ventured within, most things were destroyed, shaken up, or lost. And the darkness wasn't much of a help. Eventually he had ventured too far from the entrance, and he had to pull out a glowrod. He had been walking and finding nothing of too much likeness, but eventually he came to a turn where he started hearing sounds. A place as dead as this, long since abandoned, and gone through multiple devastating incidents, having sounds that were either footsteps or creatures was not something that should be taken lightly. He drew his vibrosword and started to move in, much more quietly and slowly. With his ship still outside, he hoped he wouldn't be tracked down.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

1/20
Objective: Unknown.

Dromund Kaas was the birth place of many great Sith of old now the planet itself was on the verge of total destruction. Such potential now lost. The Sith tombs of the planet were looted long ago but with the recent attacks and literal ground shaking events it was very possible some new things could be found if one were lucky. Landing on the planet with a stolen trade vessel Nulgath grinned as he stepped onto the now icy planet. Taking in a deep breath he began to explore the torn apart world. The very air remained very ripe with darkside energy, a energy that the Sith Lord could consume and feed from. It was refreshing in his mind and more so to his physical body.

 

[Xer'ir]

NPC-Playing
Area: Paragon Spheres/Diversity Alliance Warehouse and Minor Laboratory

1/20

"Evacuate the site!" One of the Columi shouted. The Silver Sanctum had thrashed the original fleet, and now it was no longer a safe zone, as the Silver Sanctum had come back with a plan to control the planet. The Columi in their exoskeleton armor that inhabited the site were running all around, gathering their supplies and getting them on some Stalkers, while one Watcher was being stuffed full of anything they could grab, even so far as to put items into walkways. Some Stalkers had already left, but the remaining group of Columi were at the mercy of any who came near.


Not a fleeting post, no fleets posted. Evacuation/retreat of ordinance on the planet.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 1 of 20
Location: Ruins of Kaas City
Objective: Recover Primeval Religious Icons
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Light Combat Armor, Lightsaber, Medpac

Dromund Kass had been a world in which life survived in the face of adversity.

There were many different reasons why people theorized colonists might settle or choose to eek out a living in such a place. Of them all, the Pantoran believed it was the faith of the colonists that defined them. Gave them strength. Predestined them to be survivors. Conquerers. Men who surrendered to the destiny laid out for them.

Dromund Kaas had been a Primeval world. That faith had been his own. A bond shared that was greater than any border drawn on a map. Unity that transcended churches. A church was a building. It's foundation could be cracked, it's walls shattered. It was a congregation. The body of believers. On this world. On every world.

"Hail Nogras, full of light. Blessed are you among Creation and blessed is the light of your stars." With those words, the boy recalled the first article of the faith. The first story ever told, of the first star born to a universe that had never seen light. The first creation of a creature who had dwelt in lonliness. He was holding the hand of a man still partially buried amid the rubble of a collapsed delos -- the ruins of what had been the Primeval temple in what remained of once proud Kaas City.

Reaching down a hand, the child closed the eyes of the man as he spoke the remainder of their shared prayer. "Holy Starmaker, light the way for we who dwell in darkness, now and at the hour of our death."

Laying the man's arm down over his chest, the boy's hand let go of the man. His fingers lingered just inches above the man, as ice began to creep up from the ground. The power of the Force resonated around him with an eerie sense of foreboding that was precipitated by an ill wind that smelled of blood. Guided by his hand, the ice enveloped the corpse until it had completely entombed the body.

When he had seen to the impromptu burial, the youth rose to his feet. A delos was an open air temple, comprised of multiple rooms and divided through a series of walls into exterior and interior courtyards where the natural elements of Creation could be adored through common and private prayer, meditation, and religious learning. Scattered throughout were statutes. Copies of manuscripts. Articles were predated modern technology.

Ash mingled with snow, as both dropped from out of the air. The armored form of the child assassin moved silently as he walked through the broken remains of the Primeval cathedral. Dromund Kaas was a cold place. So he'd left the amphistaff in the warmth of his ship. Instead, he'd come armed only with a lightsaber. Which was not to suggest he had any intent on using it.

He harbored no ill will against the Silver Jedi, but he could not allow the articles of faith in the Primeval to become curios or trinkets. They were objects of worship, and deserved to be treated as such. He would recover what he could, and see the objects seeded to places where they would receive the respect due their religion.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(1)

(([member="Ranik Keeran"]/ [member="Xer'ir"] it's 20 posts per writer, not char account, so you'd be at 2/20 combined now ))


Many years ago, the Mandalorians had chucked Dromund Kaas back into an ice age when they literally dropped asteroids on it, punctuating the Sith Empire's collapse with a big bang. It had marked their brief ascendance to great power status, before that was swept away as well.


Reclamation and terraforming efforts had been ongoing to turn the poor, devastated planet into something habitable again. The Primeval crusaders came and claimed it, erecting a cathedral to spread their way to the impoverished populace. They, too, had fallen and a bizarre group of xenos had decided to assume direct control and go all 'destroy all humans' on the place. Unfortunately for them, they had failed. An impromptu alliance of Masters had mucked up their plans, a Coalition fleet had blasted their ships out of space, Rave Merill had revealed herself as not dead and then promptly sacrificed herself to avert calamity.


Now a supposedly more benevolent empire, the Silver Sanctum Coalition, was planting the flag. Space was littered with the wreckage of dead alien warships. A massive mothership had been blown up during the skirmish, along with a host of smaller warships. Now the detritus of space warfare floated lazily through the void; hull parts, engines, and an odd body or two. The wreckage of the enormous hulk was a salvager's paradise.


Coalition battleships prowled through the void like ravenous leviathans seeking prey. Until a few hours ago, Kaas had been a suitable hunting ground for them. Now what was left was clean-up duty, both in space and on the ground. With the battle over, there was a cold serenity to space. The void, dotted with pinpoints of light that were distant stars, planets and various other celestial bodies of note, looked almost beautiful.


There was even an elegance to the warships. Before you took a moment to consider the hellish conditions planetside. Yet against all odds, the people of Kaas had endured since cataclysm had hit their planet. The belly of the Coalition flagship expelled a host of dropships into the cold void. They descended upon the planet like a horde of alien locusts, soon piercing its atmosphere. Yet their intent was not malevolent; rather they would be facilitating the delivery of medical supplies and foodstuffs, help people caught in the crossfire during the battle that had taken place and aid in providing security.


And, of course, in getting a Coalition footprint on the ground. It had been hotly debated whether it was even worth trying to rebuild the planet, instead of simply evacuating the people (or rather those who wanted to go) to some place more hospitable. However, for the time being the natives needed immediate help, no matter which way the pendulum swung.


In the medbay of the Destiny, a Paladin-class Star Destroyer, Siobhan, slowly stirred inside the medbay. The bed covers were warm and comfy, the light was far too bright for her eyes. Seriously, why did the medical staff never listen to her complaints? Still feeling rather groggy, the Butcher of Gehenna groaned after getting hit by a really bad headache from hell. Ouch. Apparently her body did not like the idea of crashing frigates with your mind. Likewise her back hurt.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

1/20
Equipment: All in bio

Harley had come to ruined sith world, to learn more about pain she can cause by looking at people. She had also finished stitching her armour together, it know had cortosis rings in it instead of the alchemists durasteel. She was also hurt last time she met the silver sanctimonious buntings, not so much by the lightsaber, more his rejection of her and then trying to kill her. After all she was trying to be nice, and then gets a lightsaber to heart almost. It was almost enough to put a girl of men, almost.

She was in an old tomb belonging to Darth Skotia, and was hoping to find something to enhance her strength her rage, or improve her strength. She just wanted some where to kip to be honest, then her fighter proximity alarm went off. The planet had Bunting on it, and that made her sad. She had to remove them at all most all costs. Just not her life, as she was kinda attached to that.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

(1/20)
Objective: Snowflake, Dealing with brigands.
Equipment: Signature
Location: Rogue Encampment


Ryn had little to no memory of his last visit to this waste of a world. He had been..... another man.... or rather.... another beast.... at that time. He had glimpses, blurs, that flashed in his minds-eye occasionally. He could almost swear he was here before.... so were Master [member=Coci Heavenshield] and the Grandmaster [member=Thurion Heavenshield]. Part of the Knight wanted to believe his fellow padawan, now fellow Knight, [member=Audren Sykes] was here at that time.... But, pieces of his memory were all he had of this world. None of it really made sense.

There was also the fear.... A lot of it.... And confusion....

So to quell the impending madness that threatened at the fringe of his mind, Ryn'Dhal sought to aid some of the poor populace of this wrecked world. But, there were plenty of healers, and food-suppliers, meeting those needs of the populace.... So instead, Ryn had sought out threats to the people. The largest he could tell were some brigands who were attacking the more peaceful populace. They were violent, and volatile. They took prisoners. Slaves. They fancied themselves akin to the Sith overlords of old, the original overseers of this ruined world. But, unlike their predecessors, they lacked the Force, and they also lacked the foresight most of the Sith possessed in controlling their lessers.

Ryn had sought peaceful negotiations, but was promptly greeted with blaster-fire. He saw slaves in the encampment, and he saw one of the brigands, one who appeared to be the leader, beating a defenseless woman into submission. The brutality, and the violence, of this act, set Ryn'Dhal's blood to boil. Anger began churning in his heart. He attempted to quell it, to silence his feeling, his emotions. Justice will be done, but it needs to be Justice, not vengeance! he scolded himself, though deeper, more internal, a still small voice cried out, JUSTICE?! Like what was sought at your behest!? YOU must do something, YOU must stop them, YOU must break their cycle! Or else one day they'll find new victims, to fill spots just like YOU once did! Because YOU failed to do what was needed!

Before he knew what was really happening, his sabers were resting in his hands. Golden eyes glared at the images of the various brigands and slavers through his HUD. There were only fifteen he counted.... They didn't stand a chance....

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective: Salvage
Location: Aboard The Pirate's Foe
Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"]
Enemies: N/A
1/20

Once more at the helm of the bulky transport, The Pirate's Foe emerged from hyperspace near the dark green, dark-sider world of Dromund Kaas, where ancient Sith lay resting in ruined tombs. Similar to Korriban, Krux couldn't help but wonder exactly what the Sanctum wanted with this evil old planet. Was it to cleanse the world of it's Dark Side corruption, too? Or maybe there were survivors on the planet that the Sanctum felt deserved to be saved. One way or another, Krux intended for today to be somewhat educational to his better half he was still guiding down the Light Side. With their trip to Ilum wrapped up and, hopefully, the events that had transpired there had helped Setzi Lunelle see exactly why Krux had wanted to save her from the clutches of the Dark Side.

The lust they shared in privacy afterward not being the reason why.

Dromund Kaas was surrounded by all sorts of space debris. Ruined warships, derelict starships, dumped garbage, etc. Krux leaned over and spoke into the ship's intercom. Setzi was probably still in their quarters resting. "We're here, Setzi. You might want to come up and pick a spot to land." The Sanctum probably had plenty of help planetside, so Krux planned to take Setzi on a salvaging run to look for parts for her new lightsaber. She would still have the adegan crystal she obtained on Ilum on her person, so like Krux did himself, she would be salvaging old parts, only from the atmosphere of the old Sith Empire capital world instead of the junkyards of Raxus Prime and an old republic warship on the surface of Felucia.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 2 of 20
Location: Ruins of Kaas City
Objective: Recover Primeval Religious Icons
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Light Combat Armor, Lightsaber, Medpac

The famous statue of the gods Balagoth and Halrormalenth locked in titanic combat over the fate of mortal creation was a famous piece of artwork that had been copied and re-imagined across any number of species or worlds. Sometimes the figures in the statue were depicted as one of the Chosen Caste of races; Zabrak, Mirialans, Sith, or Yuuzhan Vong. Other times, their forms were more vague and abstract, allowing them to be viewed from the perspective of god having one's own face. Or even no face at all.

The statue lay at his feet, still recognizable for what it was, and yet shattered to pieces.

The boy was careful to gather up the broken shards of one of his faith's most iconic metaphors. The struggle between life and death, creation and change. Perhaps there was something of a metaphor in the state of events, that the statue was not immune to the fate it postulated to exist on both a personal and macro-theological level.

Change was inevitable.

The Riftborne, the followers closest to the god Balagoth, would likely argue that such change is even necessary. That order could not exist without chaos, and thus chaos inspires order. The Pantoran didn't believe that. He preferred to focus more on the tangible aspects of their religion. Light and creation, Nogras and Halrormalenth respectively. There was mystery enough in the works of their hands. Enough to leave the mysterious of Balagoth to their own interpretations.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: Salvage
Location: Aboard The Pirate's Foe
Allies: [member="Krux Mullarus"]
Enemies: N/A
Posts: 1/20

It’s possible that Setzi had never been to Dromund Kaas, or even more possible she just didn’t remember it – that her trip was forged in blood and despair, blindly following the demands of the One Sith, thus rendering her memories murky like the cold Kaas swamps.
But since the Primeval fled, it was the Silver Sanctum’s turn to move in and reclaim the planet. She heard her companion’s voice over the ship’s comm, beckoning her to come to the front of The Pirate’s Foe and check on the landing coordinates.

As she entered the bridge, she asked, “Isn’t it strange to think how both of us were involved in the Primeval at some point? And now, they’ve just withered away and… here we are.”

Setzi worked and fought for the Primeval at some point, even meeting their Empress, Anja Aj’rou, on some wayward mission with one of her first Jedi Masters, Khaleel Malvern. She had also brought Krux to Lorrd when she was a Knight and he an Acolyte, and they explored some ancient slave pits.

She planted a kiss on his forehead and took her place at the controls.

“I am less frightened now… that I’ll slip back into old habits,” she said, trying to reassure him that the darkside of the Force had less of a hold on her. Krux was her Master now, and she wanted desperately to show him how far along she’d come, not in the same way she liked to prove Master Harrison wrong, but because she loved Knight Mullarus. If either of them used dark powers it was in a controlled environment, and this thought alone made Setzi blush, a little distracted at just how unJedi-like they were able to be behind closed doors.

"What do you think?" she asked, her cheeks fading from red back to their normal light peach color.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Location : Dromund Kaas, Atmosphere [half-destroyed alien mothership]
Posts : [3/20]
Allies : Makai Dashiell
Objective : Salvage Alien Mothership



"I've done this well before you were born, relax. If a hole gets in the ship its pressurized for a certain amount of period. Long enough to put on emergency suits.Besides, we're out here with roughly thirty or so Salacia workers and the Silver Sanctum. I highly doubt if something happens we'd die."


Some more scraping and groaning. They were growing close to the alien mothership Salacia Consolidated was salvaging for his latest project. Judah had bought the Elrood city of Dinbar and was completely restoring the failing spaceport. A modern, more green city. With all the wars a foot, durasteel was harder to come by. Melting it down and repurposing did the trick, plus it was even more green.


"You wanna fly? Come on over here."


Makai had scampered over before Judah had finished. Lifting the boy into his lap, his son would be taking the controls for the first time. For now, Judah would keep his hands loosely over the small scale-speckled ones.


"Alright, ease forward just a bit...not too fast, you like to breathe, remember?"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

1/20
Hills outside Kaas City overlooked Hythe Park, the sick-infested town of a hundred thousand that had once been a suburb. Commander Boudica still ruled there, working her fingers to the bone. She'd defended Hythe Park with three hundred guards and the aid of visitors who had history here. [member="Seydon of Arda"], the Levantine monster hunter and founder of the Sanctum. Seydon's wife [member="Rosa Gunn"]. [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], to whose sickbed Jorus had sent flowers. And [member="Rave Merrill"], Jorus' sister.

Rave Merrill, war criminal and vicious alchemist, who'd started seeking redemption in her old age. And, shortly thereafter, died here.

He found the spot easily enough. He might wear a brown robe and carry a light saber at his belt, but he was still the man who could go anywhere and find anything. Even to his meagre, over-specialized senses, this unremarkable spot resonated with Light Side power. She'd been honest, then, and died well.

He knelt by an empty robe. A prosthetic arm and leg lay there too, and he recognized them. And a small neural implant without a skull, an iBorg Witness...

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

(2)


"You're not trying to sneak out of bed and hurting yourself? That's a first. Doctor Osway would be terribly cross otherwise," Siobhan's Eldorai PA, Maerys Medea, piped in when she entered the hospital room. Outside of the window, you could make out the death world that was Dromund Kaas. Likewise the massive station that had been constructed as part of the reclamation's efforts and now was home to many refugees who'd fled Primeval's destructive civil war.


Siobhan rolled her eyes. "Very funny. I'll have you know that I'm perfectly capable of standing and walking unaided." Her tone was just a bit irritated, then her eyes fell upon a bouquet of flowers. The sight obviously cheered her up. "Oh, those are nice! They're for me?" Well, presumably, yes.


"From [member="Jorus Merrill"], Lady. I believe he's...paying his respects to his sister," Maerys replied, finding a vase to put the flowers in. The generally prim and proper elf looked a bit uncomfortable at broaching the topic.


"She died well," Siobhan looked thoughtful when her mind drifted towards the former war criminal and trail-blazing alchemist. "I'll have...express my condolences. We should build something in her honour. Suggestions?"


Maerys rubbed the bridge of her nose, upon which glasses were seated. She kind of had what one would call a hot librarian look, if you were feeling shallow and puerile. "A ship, perhaps? Construction and reclamation vessel."


"Yes. That's a good idea." With glacial slowness, Siobhan's hand reached out to pick up a glass of water lying on her bedside table. Alas, her grip was rather weak and so the glass shook when she tried to pick it up, spilling water everywhere.


Fortunately, Maerys was quick and gripped it before it could fall onto the floor. Siobhan felt rather annoyed at her weakness, but then greedily drunk from the glass when it was brought to her lips. "What's the situation planetside?"


"Reasonably stable. Coalition and Firemane troops are securing what remains of Hythe Park. Disease is rampant, so medical teams are being deployed. The people of the local warlord, Commander Boudica, are cooperating so far. Some Primeval holdouts are said to remain, but I'm confident your people have it well in hand and you don't need to ride boldly and well."


"That joke got old ages ago, Maerys. Any other SSC leaders here?"


"So far, only you. Oh, and some of the local reps want to meet you."


"They couldn't find someone else to chit-chat with? I'm retired."


By now Maerys was used to dealing with her boss' eccentricities and bouts of moodiness. At least she was not flirting with her. "I'm afraid not. I suppose your heroics impressed them. So I'm afraid you're stuck with diplomacy and all that. I could tell them you're not feeling well..."


Siobhan brushed that suggestion aside as if it were a buzzing insect. Sometimes reverse psychology worked best on her. After all, admitting weakness was something she loathed. "No, I'm perfectly fine."

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Judah Dashiell"]

1/20

Objective: Salvage, prepare defences.

As Siobhan stirred to life, the ship’s medic came in. Either by luck or coincidence the medic was a pretty blonde with glasses. She nodded to Maerys
“Welcome back, Lady Kerrigan. Easy now, you’ve had quite a strain. You should be fine to leave in a day or two. For now, just rest.”

Alas, there was no time for getting lonely, as the medbay door opened and Admiral Gould entered.
“Lady Kerrigan, I’m glad you’re awake. I wanted to thank you for your monumental efforts below. The enemy ships have all been destroyed or have fled, but we’re salvaging the wrecks and building a defence station to prevent further incursions. Would Firemane be interested in helping the Coalition construct the military station?”

Outside in space there was much wreckage to scour. It had to be cleared swiftly before it became any more of a menace to people on the surface or in orbit.

 

[Orihime Ike]

3/20
Salvage
[member="Willow Ike"]

Orihime was looking into the forearm pad as the drones reported in and the transport came to a stop near some of the ruined areas and she was able to move around in her seat grabbing her saber. "Get the emitters up in case there is any wildlife that might want to try and eat us and sensors rangers." She said it quickly while moving around with most of the attention on the cases of equipment while the main cannon was circling and the ranger's with them were quickly deploying with their equipment. Her hands going up to her hair to pull it back into a tight ponytail while she made sure her undersuit was sealed and the circlet protecting her.

 

[Junko Ike]

Sakura Medical
4/20

"Come this way." Junko stayed with them while she was looking over some of the things they had and giving her attention to it. Most of the dangerous things they had cleared away and could protect the area. The training hospitals they had made thanks to Pheonix could land on the planet and was taking in large numbers of them while the jedi knight bowed her head. They were getting some of the people in there and with the food as she brought out the tactical cans opening them for the small kids while offering them the flavored milks. "So what is your favorite flavor?" She asked the one kid who looked at them and pointed to the banana. "Oh that is mine to it tastes like candy."