Alliance Dominion of Naboo

[Aithne Charr]

OBJECTIVE: The Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace, Grand Ball Room
ALLIES: Queen of Naboo, Noble Families of Naboo
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"You know, standing there makes you look lost." [member="Cecily Demici"] would not need to look far, as Solan was already standing off to the right with a drink in his hand to keep him company until the person who had invited him had arrived. He himself was in military dress, feeling far more comfortable in it than anything else. It wasn't abnormal for him to dress as such at that, infact it was a picture he tried to push to the citizens of Kesh well enough. Sure there were times when the look made him feel like a bit of a dictator but in the eyes of civilizations, that's all that Monarchies really were most of the time so why not prove their stereotype alittle more true from time to time.

With that aside in his thoughts, Solan's body shifted in the dark blue uniform, a lighter blue shirt below the dress jacket and a blue tie matching his jacket around his neck. He wore no metals, no rank, and yet held his hands crossed behind him with a smile. "Now, how about we get you away from those stairs before someone assumes that they belong to you?" The man smiled, his hand leaving from behind him and stretching out to the woman with palm facing upwards. His blue eyes darted for a second as he had noticed a few familiar, and honestly shocking, faces. One in specific due to the unique nature of his signature in a room full of otherwise light individuals. But that was a thought for another time.

 

[Talaya Rade]

Dress: Here​

Objective: The Ball​

Location: Theed Royal Palace, Grand Ball Room​

The youngest Rade would find herself pinching lightly at the fabric of her dress, uncomfortable yet instinctively in a state of glee. "Welcome to fancy town, Tally.." She thought, entering into the royal palace shortly after and finding herself spectating the descent on many important figures down the stairs, coupled with dresses of fancier natures than her own and more relevance to the current scheme of things on Naboo than she ever could, presumably. With a brief sensation of fear, she allowed herself a calming breath. Finding herself capturing the eye of those, few or not, that bothered to gaze upon her form as she was announced.

"Presenting, The Lady In Youth, Talaya Rade of House Rade." Having been her first ball, her eyes momentarily switched between the various eyes upon her before she snapped back into her right mind. She was heir to her father, Graxin's titles and thus wouldn't allow the eyes of many to deter her from claiming such. For her father, if anything. Descending in feminine fashion down the stairs, she'd smile genuinely for once. The youngest Rade fancied herself in a black, backless dress with gems embedded into the design by which spread from opposing ends of her torso, along with the fabric that lined over and around her neck. With her eyes shadowed, and a portion of hair placed into a lengthy ponytail whilst the remaining flowed down to her back, she stepped off the stairs, matching dangling ear-rings bobbing casually in tow.

"Not too shabby, Tally. Not too shabby at a-" She'd step forward in search of [member="Graxin Rade"], nearly tumbling at the hands of her heels being used incorrectly. She'd swiftly deny the fall, allowing herself another calming breath before stepping forth--refusing to look about to see if anyone noticed. "It's cool. It's...cool..just breathe. Man, this is the life." She sarcastically thought. In distance, she'd make out her father's appearance, himself speaking to one she didn't know. That much could be seen for the majority of inhabitants in the ball, however. She'd only just recently joined her father, along with others, to accompany him in his galactic travels and aid in his endeavors.

"Just how many people does he know?" She pondered, simultaneously wondering how [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"] would make appearance. Only when necessary, she'd hope, but also hopefully with a sense of intelligence and skill as the House of Rade's covert op member had proven in the past. She'd hate to have her first ball ruined by a failed infiltration ploy.

 

[H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E]

Objective: The Ball
Location: Ball room
Allies: House Rade & Friends

Hardline knew that droids would not be so welcome as guests to this ball as he would like, so he took the easiest route. He would pass off as a servant droid. This is not the hardest job in the galaxy, ask people what they want, and then bring it to them. The only thing that might blow his cover is the fact that he is not a recognizable model, but it should not be that hard to pass off as a servant droid. He has his usual blades hidden in his arms, and a silenced pistol hidden in a compartment in his chest, if anything goes wrong he might need these weapons, hopefully that will not be the case.

His main objective right now is making sure Ms. Rade doesnt get herself into an trouble, and also at the same time ensuring every house Rade attendants safety from assasinations and other criminal actions. This was a tough job, but hopefully he could do it effectively, he pulled quite a few stops to ensure that he got access to security cameras. This ball was very important, and he was not going to blow his first major mission for house Rade.

Hardline walked around disguised as one of the servant droids, and quickly aquired [member="Talaya Rade"] in the crowd. He quietly watched her, while also serving other patrons in the area. To fit the part Hardline put on a fancy accent, one that fits the part.

Hardline knew [member="Graxin Rade"] could handle himself, so he was less of a priority at the moment. If anything went wrong Hardline would be on that faster than you could say help, but the droid hoped nothing would go wrong.

 

[Liliane]

OBJECTIVE: The Royal Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance, Nobility of Naboo
ENEMIES: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance and Naboo
1

Lilin couldn't remember the last time she ever wore a dress. She was more used to trousers and jackets, but the point was -- nobody would go on a royal ball in such a poor attire. So she had bought, with the help of her family of course, a vibrant luxurious dress. It was definitely a little bit too expensive for her, but she comforted herself with the fact that such an event may have only taken place once in her lifetime. So if she was going, she would be going in a wardrobe that suited the whole atmosphere.

Her rose gold dress was decorated with blue flowers of different kinds and details of real golden silk. Its majestic look, as well as Lilin's noble hairstyle gave her the look of a really majestic woman -- something which she never thought of herself as. But she kind of even liked that look. It was something new to her.

She walked around the room, proud of her title for that night, which was Lady Lilin Amore Lancaster Imperieuse of House Imperieuse. She loved that. Even though she normally didn't want to deal with anything royal in her life and didn't think much of majesties, she did feel like one that night because of such a name.

But she had to admit, she barely knew anybody in the room. She was not dear to Naboo as much, so she didn't know anybody, really. So she just decided to dance her way through the night and maybe take a few drinks. Or maybe she could find somebody new to socialise with.

Nobody really knew who she was, so this was a way to show herself as a better person than she really was.

 

[Fen]

Objective 2
Last of the Gungans

The swamps stank of decay and festering fungi. Korr grimaced as his boot sank to the shin through what had at first appeared to be a patch of solid grass. Not so solid after all. He pulled against the bog with agonizing slowness until his foot came free with a soft squelch.

Korr scowled. Blasted swamps.

He glanced behind him at the other Alliance peacekeepers. They'd had to land the shuttle a kilometer away on firmer ground, then they'd trekked here on foot. Korr wasn't a fan, but at least this meant he didn't have to attend that vapid ball.

Gray eyes swept back to the empty swamps in front of him. Knobby roots of trees jutted from the fetid water and their weeping boughs shadowed the sky from view. A semi-permanent layer of noxious mist swirled close to the ground, but in that mist Korr could see nothing of the gungan contact who was to meet them here.

I have a bad feeling about this...

 

[Placeholder 04]

Location: Ball
Objective: Politics
Nearby: [member="Ajira Cardei"], [member="Talaya Rade"],[member="Cecily Demici"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Andromeda Versai"] [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"], [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]. [member="Solan Charr"]


"Impressively simple," he flashed Lady Cardei a knowing smile, though it was quickly shrouded by his glass of wine. "It was. I'd been hoping there would be more time to finish the harvest before it came, but we've enough crops in the store to survive it."

Whereas Lady Cardei seemed to be naught but a small imprint in the force, Graxin was a beacon. He made no attempt to hide his bond to the ethereal realm. It might make him of some interest to the alliance's force sensitives. This was the place to forge bonds. What better friend to have than those that could shape the galaxy with nary a thought?

His eyes darted about the room in search of familiar faces. In them he found one; albeit a rather important one. "That Jedi over there with the grizzled look: that's Jacen Voidstalker. I fought alongside him in the past. He's a good man; believed in the alliance when I left." His brow furrowed. "I'm not seeing the Grand Marshal or the Supreme Commander anyway. Perhaps we're not important enough for the alliance's leadership?"

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "Now isn't that interesting?"

"Presenting, The Lady In Youth, Talaya Rade of House Rade."

All his attentions shifted to the girl. There she was, in all her beauty: a spitting image of her mother. She bore the simple color of her house well. She stumbled once, but otherwise strode through the gala with a confidence her cousins lacked. This was his little girl all grown up and thrown into a den of liars and glorified thieves. He was going to make sure she thrived.

"Most of the other officials I'm seeing are minor representatives. It might be wise to pay Voidstalker a visit," he continued, his gaze shifting to the servant droid that most certainly wasn't accompanying his daughter. Her safety was assured so long as Hardline did his job.

His lips curved into the faintest of smiles. The games were beginning, and it had been so very long since he'd played.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Miles Varden"]
Rogue Nine


Out in the asteroid field, far away from Naboo and the collection of fabulously dressed toffs, Asmus flicked three switches to power up the four ion engines of his TX-100 X-wing.

"One, this is Nine," I've got requests to join our channel.

"Do it, use the low grade crypto though."

As Asmus started to join the rest of the squadron to ambush the droids he hailed the newcomers. "Yellow thirteen and Black Wind this is Rogue Nine. I've got you on a directed signal, my computer is sending crypto maps and frequency hopping schemes now. No combat chat in the clear please, these doids are more than capable of intercepting clear chat and reacting to it."

With one ear he was listening to Rogue One on the private channel as he spoke in the clear. The Sullustan who commanded Rogue Squadron was too busy giving orders to her squadron and Asmus was fairly used to taking on technical duties, plotting hyperspace jumps and managing the comms. Once the two vessels appeared on the private squadron chat he switched over the rest of the Rogues onto the same map. Civilians and members of foreign militaries weren't permitted to use GADF specific crypto, so they moved onto a more generic signal pattern to interoperate with the help.

"Grateful for your assistance. We have B-Wings in reserve to hit that command ship, but we're currently pulling off droid fighters in small groups and destroying them a few at a time. Apologies for the tedious nature of the work, but the Lucrehulk has been isolated so we're looking for minimal losses today."

With that he re-angled his fighter. Three droid fighters split away from the main group and angled towards him. One thing he despised about droid fighters was how quickly they synchronised. Generally they completed join manoeuvrers before he could even speak a single word to co-ordinate with his flight. Over time the newly formed Rogue Squadron would learn to fly with limited chat, but they were a long way from that. Individually talented, they would mesh over time. Hopefully.

His prototype fighter had four bi-directional ion thrusters, giving it remarkable manoeuvrability. He angled away from the droids, pulling them along in his wake.

"Someone hit these three side on, as soon as they're in range I'm going to turn and open up."

Velocity was relative after all. Going backwards wasn't actually a thing in space. All that mattered was the relative velocity between you and your target.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Ball

Jacen's first thought upon hearing Lilin's name was to go and find her later. He knew her well enough, but she would probably prefer to go and socialise with her own age group. However, something in the announcement had drawn his attention that he couldn't ignore. Rubbing the crumbs down from his hands, to a disparaging look from a passing noble, he started to cut a path through the crowd towards the Alliance Jedi.

"Hello Lilin," he called as he approached. "You look lovely," he announced, moving close enough to lower his tone. "Lady Lilin?" he asked, corner of his mouth twitching upwards. She certainly looked the part, but that little detail must have escaped him.

 

[Liliane]

OBJECTIVE: The Royal Ball
LOCATION: Theed Royal Palace
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance, Nobility of Naboo, [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
ENEMIES: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance and Naboo
2

"It's so nice to meet you here!" Lilin said with some joyfulness to her voice after regaining from being startled by Jacen. He smiled to the man a little bit more shyly than she would on a normal occasion. Her normal sloppy smile wouldn't have gone well with the attire she was wearing to the ball. Even though she was still regaining from a deep depression and hadn't smiled for a while, she managed to look somewhat decent when she did that.

She had to admit she hadn't heard the man's name announced, so she guessed he must have been there long before she arrived. It was obvious that Lilin had needed a lot more time to get herself ready for the night -- Jacen didn't need that much time.

"You here with somebody or... ?" she asked, ignoring the slightly suggestive question with a question of her own. To be honest, she wouldn't have been surprised if the man had come with somebody. He was on a rather important position in the Order, so he must have been really famous, unlike Lilin. She must have been only known by the Jedi Marshalls and some Padawans she'd worked on during her time on Sullust.

He could feel nice fresh scent the man had on him, thinking he could smell her rich floral perfume just as well. The scent was another thing she had spent a huge amount of money on. Thankfully her mother had left the family with a great fortune and his father did have a good business in his hands, so she didn't feel too guilty for spending so much on one night.

 

[Nia Siroc]

Objective 2
[member="Ryan Korr"]
Post 1

Following closely behind a scowling Master Ryan Korr, Nia was among the first rank of the peacekeepers. She knew exactly why he was in what seemed to be a foul mood. The place smelled appalling and then there was the perpetual damp. Whether it be the murky water seeping into her boots or the humid air all around them, she was beginning to hate swamps too.

This was still better than the ball at whatever manse it was being held at in the capital. Nia resented the very idea of wearing skirts of any kind, let alone a ball gown. To her, nothing better represented the trap of motherhood and matronly duties than those articles of clothing. Her own mother had worn them, hating them too at first but resigning herself to her own fate as her daughter was born.

Then there were the beings that would no doubt be inhabiting such events. Pompous idiots she'd encountered during her months with the Order, tolerated only because it was expected of a Jedi. Otherwise, she'd have not even bothered with them at all. And they really were the same, species not withstanding.

She could better relate to the Gungans that they'd been sent here to help protect. Perhaps it was that the semi-aquatic beings reminded her of the various Nautolans, Mon Calamari and other like species from her own village. As a human, she'd been among the minority there but they'd just treated her like any other villager. Therefore, she couldn't understand the centuries of off-and-on hatred of the swamp dwellers.

Things seemed rather subdued around them as they made their way through the swamp. The pulse of life through the Force seemed muted as did the normal insect noises abundant under normal circumstances. The peacekeeper around her didn't seem at all afraid but they did radiate a sense of readiness. Somehow, even without the Force, they were expecting trouble.

Master Korr knew it too, she could tell. He held himself with the same readiness and his gaze deliberately never lingered very long anywhere. Korr didn't feel afraid, but then, she typically didn't feel very much from the tightly controlled emotions of the Masters. She had to work harder than they did to keep her own nervousness under wraps.

Her hand rested on the lightsaber hilt hooked to her right hip in anticipation of the thing thing that was going to happen. An event she was almost 100% certain was coming.

 

[Kaili Talith]

The body hit the ground with a muted thud as the blonde woman’s slender body was gently lowered to the ground. She was incapacitated, unconscious but alive and over her towered another woman who at first glance could have passed as her splitting image. Metal echoed in the evening as an ankle was cuffed to a wrist and a wrist to an angle. It wasn’t the most pleasant of positions, but when it came to this particular brand of filth Kaili couldn’t really care much less. Not when it came to women such as Ayva Novastar, the woman with a death sentence on more than just the twelve systems. Sullust, Coruscant, Kashyyyk just to mention a few. Yet nobody ever caught the woman, her contacts just ran far too deep for that.

Usually it wasn’t the kind of person Kaili would pay any attention to, corruption wasn’t her fight, but when the woman decided to take to exercising her power along the Hydian Way and the refugees that fled along the hyperplanes… Well, then it became Kaili’s fight. It had all started on the stretch between Bogden and Caamas, stretched to Taris and Rendili before starting to expand outwards in all directions. All were free game, merchants and refugees, farmers. The lucky were robbed and the unlucky died. Now that, that was exactly why it was up to Kaili to stop them, but she couldn’t do it alone.

She knelt down by the body. A heavy silence seemed to ring in the alleyway as Kaili patted the pirate queen down in search for her wallet. Brushing against the lump on the woman’s front pocket Kaili wasted little time before inspecting it.

“Jackpot.” Kaili whispered before an indifferent look darted out at her accomplice. “What?”

“She has no need for it, and we need…” The girl rooted around in the wallet and withdrew two gold-colored tickets and discarded the flimsy leather piece atop the pirate’s unconscious body. “This.” The girl flaunted two tacky gold-colored pieces of paper in front of [member="Allyson Locke"]. “Ball tickets.”

“... Though, quite clearly not the good kind.” Kaili had never been one for large gatherings such as these, but duty called and she could do little but obey. “Do you see now why I told you to wear something uptight and shallow?”

“We’re going deep, deep, deep, deep undercover.”

Objective: Ball
Location: Alleyway a few blocks away.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Allies: [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Miles Varden"]
Objective Three
Post: 2

"Roger that, Rogue Nine. Going ghost."

Alkor toggled his voice to muted on the encrypted channel, but found immediate interest when he heard a familiar voice on the open frequency. He opened a direct line to Bloodborn and hailed. "Well, I did have my doubts about seeing you again, but it seems that Corellians can't seem to pass up the chance to use their frequent flier miles." He doubted whether the man would recall his voice, or if he had the Force training to sense his presence yet. Still, what he had sensed on Dromund Kaas lingered around Kurayami: a strange familiarity, unlike anything Alkor had sensed before even among men he once called friends. "Their process is a bit dated, but no less effective. You want to play a round of 'tag 'em and bag 'em?"

The targeting computers were useless at this point as Alkor sailed by a droid far too close for comfort. Because of the Interceptors, buzz droid missiles would be effectively useless against the Squadron. That would offer a hint of relief, at least. He knew Kurayami was familiar with the age old game. Any pilot worth his salt who graduated the academy knew all the fleet tactics from the Battle of Yavin forward to present day. Even if they learned to fly by less conventional means, it was not a difficult concept to grasp.

Kurayami's ship was a custom model that Alkor had not seen before, and it seemed to glide past him with unnerving ease. That sort of flying spoke volumes about the man, but almost as much about the make and model he came in on. "Never seen a ship like that," he remarked, "she's a real looker." Alkor spoke more lovingly about ships than people. It was an amusing thought.

As a wing of droids veered past, he glanced rapidly in either direction. "Nevermind that for now. Take point, I'm on your six." Alkor spun into a deliberate roll on his z-axis, pulling the fighter- s-foils and all- spiraling between a close call by crazed machines seeking to shred anything that they could. He narrowly avoided clipping one in the middle of the maneuver as it brushed just past his upper left foil. The droid seemed to beep in alarm as its proximity alert went haywire.

"I need a bloody upgrade," he muttered as his ship rocked from the acceleration when he came out of the roll and immediately made to create distance from his attackers. He dropped the throttle low and the nose of his snubfighter dipped hard. As he burned forward and down in quick succession, the fighter pulled through in an inverted Immelmann and he flew back toward Kurayami, ready to unload hell on their bogeys.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Miles Varden"]
Objective: 3
Post 2

Kurayami listened to Rogue Nine as he hailed them. It was a bit annoying to him how curt the pilot was, but honestly that was the last thing on his mind as he wove through the asteroids and droid starfighters. For the moment he didn't fire unless needed, he simply started flying closer to the asteroids skimming low over them to block shots and try to confuse the droids. His concentration was complete until he cleared the belt. He downloaded the comms and signal hopping data into his systems and switched to it quickly. His eyes never left his HUD this whole time, keeping a keen eye on his surroundings.

"Yellow 13 here, comms encrypted now. Thanks for the warning, honestly I was hoping to draw a few of them my way with using the open comms. Only dodging here and there gets so droll after awhile. I'm not scared of these things I have faced plenty of 'em in the past with how long I've been flying. Kinda feel bad for how little chance they actually have in a way, but then I remember they are droids, so no worries about vaping them."

A couple moments after he cut comms for the time being he pulled into a sharp left bank, kicking hard left on the pedal and sliding the back end of his fighter around holding down until he had brought his craft vertical. As he started down he began to nose over, rolling back to level at the bottom. He had used this trick to reverse direction and gain some distance from the fight. He pulled back and right on the stick shooting into a tight climbing turn again. As he climbed he slowly started to roll right more to tighten the turn and level out. Once he was in his hard right bank he got a comm from Alkor, it took only a moment to open the channel and respond.

"You fly as long as I have, and it just becomes part of who you are. I gotta get out now and again. Tag and bag? One of my favorite games to play. I say we go for it. You got a pretty decent X-Wing there. Thanks for the compliments on the ship, built her myself. The design alone took me a long time, but worth it in the end."

The wing of droids didn't escape Kurayami's attention as he turned to engage them. They seemed to be utilizing a pincer style opening against Alkor. No matter which way he turned he would be on the defensive. If he could draw the droids attention then Alkor could work on eliminating them.

"Roger that, we can discuss ships later on over an ale, and if you need an upgrade we can figure that out later as well."

Kurayami dropped into Alkors fight from 6 o'clock high, drawing the attention of the pursuing droids with short bursts of fire that grazed the ships, not causing serious damage, but making them disengage for the moment. He rolled inverted and pulled back on the stick, going into a split-s, he kept pulling back until he was in a slight climb and heading straight at one of the droids from a 45 degree offset below. He opened up with all 8 cannons again, pouring fire into the droids right wing, shearing it off and sending the unit spiraling into a nearby asteroid.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Objective: 3
Location: Nearby Lukrehulk
Allies: [member="Marcus Itera"]

Kalyn jumped into the system with her ship the Carbon Dusk. She had been payed by one Graxin Rade to assis the GADF in neutralizing this Lukrehulk. She had been paired up with Marcus Itera for this, he is quite the person, but Kalyn was fine with him. She eventually picked up GADF IFF signals, and knew she had come up on the forces moving in.

The GADF plan was to blow the ship up, ths was not the plan Kalyn had in mind however, she wanted to get inside and disable the computer systems with a bit of slicing, that way they might be able to salvage the thing, and would cut down on debris flying through the system, this would be better for all parties.

Kalyn pulled up her comms and broadcasted on the general GA military comm channel.

"Hello GADF forces, I have been employed by House Rade of Naboo to assist you with disabling the Lukrehulk destroyer in the area, however we have a different plan that we feel will be better for all parties. This plan is fairly simple, it involves infiltrating the disabled the command ship and neutralizing the droid fighters from the inside by disabling the computer systems, it makes the ship easier to salvage, and creates less debris. We would just need escort inside. Do you read." She broadcasted over the airwaves.

Hopefully these GADF ships would pickup.

[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Asmus Janes"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

OBJECTIVE: Other
LOCATION: Theed, well away from the palace
POST: 1

The Galactic Alliance was expanding again. Bpfassh had come first, followed by Belsavis and a number of the planetary systems nearby. He'd wanted to join in on that one, but unfortunately the Sanctum had been moving on Boz Pity and transforming it from wasteland and pirate stronghold to a fortress world. He'd learned that some of the worlds near Belsavis, those which now fell under Alliance territory, had actually banded together and rebelled over the rumor of a superweapon. It was hard to believe any could find truth in such a rumor, but he'd seen worse than that.

And now there was Naboo. This one made some small sense. The plasma was a valuable resource, but it was more the history, from what he could tell. Ever since the Clone Wars, the small planet had become galactically-known and received a massive amount of attention for what it offered. Wars had been fought over the once-peaceful planet, wars that were still ongoing. With the fall of the Techno Union, suddenly there was a way to aid the Gungans who had been hardest hit. There was apparently also some old ship with droid starfighters still active in orbit, and some sort of royal ball going on at the Palace. Plenty to do here...and he chose none of it.

Rather, with the fall of the Techno Union, plenty of shops had been left empty. Not enough to cripple the economy or even come close, but it was visible enough. Ceredir industries was growing, the sales made to the Coalition and the net made for Firemane had proven worthwhile. He hadn't made a killing, in fact he'd kept the profit margin low. They were his primary allegiance after all. Even so, he'd made enough that if he did so wisely, he could use it to expand. With the locations left empty on Naboo and the presence of the Galactic Alliance it could be worthwhile to start one here.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Objective: 3 - Neutralize the Droid Control Ship
Location: Aboard the Carbon Dusk, trailing Rogue Squadron.
Allies: [member="Kalyn Tal'verda"], House Rade, The Galactic Alliance ([member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Miles Varden"])
Foes: Renegade droids
Post: [01/20]

The mission they'd been given was a simple one. Diplomatic affairs were about downstairs, at the Theed Palace, and House Rade of Naboo was one of the most prominent noble clans of the peaceful world. However, they'd been delving into the private security market a little more considering the downfall of the Techno Union and the events surrounding their destruction at the hands of the Black Tie Syndicate. Since this was the case, numerous contractors such as Marcus and Kalyn had been hired to protect Naboo's sovereignty and House Rade itself.

The Lucrehulk problem was one that had just sprung up. It was a seemingly derelict vessel due for repair and possibly salvage operations but those merchants and debris-hunters never came back, and the world only discovered the vessel once its errant droid starfighters began to prey upon any starships traveling too close to their space. So instead of just nuking the whole thing and blasting it to bits, Marcus and Kalyn had been tasked with boarding the vessel and getting straight to the central command center to handle the situation differently.

"You know exactly what to do, right? It's supposedly in their coding sequence, but if you find anything like an errant virus or a trojan, I want you to neutralize it immediately and get out of the system."

"I know, I know. Security procedures and compromise - and you 'can't lose me'."

"You're damn right I can't."

To others, it was as if the man was having a conversation with himself as he sat aboard the Carbon Dusk. Miranda, his oh-so sassy and snarky AI companion was housed with his armor system. She often appeared in the typical holographic avatar of a young woman but could alter her appearance depending on her mood, the current circumstances, or if she was bored and wanted to tease Marcus. She was the driving force behind this stint. Computer stuff and all that techno-geek stuff wasn't his thing and it surely wasn't Kalyn's forte.

((Tagging important peeps: [member="Andromeda Versai"], [member="Graxin Rade"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]))

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

Jacen opened his mouth and snapped it closed again. It was in his nature, or perhaps from his time in the military, to gently mock people. However part of him managed to draw attention to the fact that it would have been monumentally stupid to do so to the girl who was still recovering from a deep depression.

If she didn't want to talk about her title, then so be it. "I'm just here representing the Order, as you can probably tell from my rediculous attire," he said, waving his hands to encompass the white robes with gold embroidery.

"Which also means," he said in a conspiratorial tone just for her ears, "that I can't be drinking tonight." Jacen made a mock sad face, replete with puppy dog eyes.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Ball
OBJECTIVE: Ball
Immediate: [member="Graxin Rade"]

"That Jedi over there with the grizzled look: that's Jacen Voidstalker. I fought alongside him in the past. He's a good man; believed in the alliance when I left." His brow furrowed. "I'm not seeing the Grand Marshal or the Supreme Commander anyway. Perhaps we're not important enough for the alliance's leadership?" A hint of amusement laced his voice. "Now isn't that interesting?"

"I think the Alliance believes we're a done deal. Which is entertaining, in its way."

"Most of the other officials I'm seeing are minor representatives. It might be wise to pay Voidstalker a visit,"

"I'd concur. I'd quite like to meet him, but he seems to have tripped and fallen over a most photogenic young lady." She'd always been good at short-term memory enhancement; she'd once used it to copy a spellbook verbatim after a cursory flip-through. This time around, she merely used it to pluck the girl's entrance from her past peripherals, and noted the name announced: Lady Lilin Amore Lancaster Imperieuse of House Imperieuse. "The Lady Lilin of House Imperieuse, I believe," she said after a couple of seconds' pause. "Not a Naboo noble house, though I'm told a man named Imperieuse runs Circe Savan's old outfit. Tragic."

She could have meant literally anything.

 

[Darth Odium]

The wind blew gently across the plains of Naboo as herd animals grazed in the distance. His small fighter rested on a small hill a few meters away as he stood thinking of his short life in this galaxy. Death it seemed was the dominant theme to his life's story, even his own death had come and gone. Akala's little tantrum had opened the way for his return to the living plane, though whether this was reality was a question he had yet to answer. His thoughts had grown ever darker in recent years and ever more obsessed with the all consuming hunger that he had brought on himself. He could feel the presences of Jedi. Their light shown like burnished gold in a desert sun in the back of his mind. He knew they would feel him, like a festering wound in the force, but he would not hide it, perhaps he no longer could.

He could remember a time, so long ago it seemed now, when he had been a friend with a few Jedi, most notably [member="Ryan Korr"]. They had not known his nature then, not really, but he had shown them all to clearly when he had destroyed the Jedi temple on Coruscant from within. Did he feel remorse for that act? Did he regret the lives he had destroyed in the years that followed? There was a time he would have given an emphatic 'no', but now alone and forgotten by most, he felt the shadow of a doubt.

He was armed of course with his saberstaff and a dagger used in goddess worship, the goddess of the Vahl. Despite those two weapons however he wore nothing but simple black trousers. The black sith tatoos stood out as they literally moved across his pale cracked olive skin. His body had been rotting from within for years now and he felt the need for those that would come to see him as he was, a monster, a king of the dead.

So, with thoughts of oozing self hatered and a barely contained hunger to consume life he waited for one more chance to die, or kill. He almost prayed for the former.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

OBJECTIVE: Lucrehulk, Salvage or destroy "neutralize the threat"
LOCATION: Aboard the The Shining Starr in route to Lucrehulk
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance,( [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Raachwaroo"] [member="[/FONT]Ria Misrani[FONT='Helvetica Neue']"] )
ENEMIES: Enemies of the Galactic Alliance and Naboo ... Maybe more

Party

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(1) squadron

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Incom E-25
(3) Boarding craft filled with TKO Commandos
(1) Incom RebelX piloted by [member="Raachwaroo"]
(1) The Shining Starr piloted by me

When the Starr broke out of hyperspace the battle was already underway. Raachwaroo and the ships of Demon Squadron followed shortly after forming up on his six.

"Allies of the Galactic Alliance, we have been monitoring the situation and your neighbors in the Kathol Outback are proud to lend our support. We have a full squadron at your disposal and will engage the enemy shortly. To aid in the pacification of the vessel our boarding teams will begin at once to take the vessel, neutralize it if we can to destroy it if we must. Bryce Bantam out..."

It has been a speech BB had been practicing for hours as they traveled through hyper space. He hoped it sounded professional enough. BB had been assured all the proper clearances had been made and they would be expected. He was now surprised to see a second group from the was in route as well, not wanting to confused missions he hailed the other vessel.

[member="Kalyn Tal'verda"] - "Carbon Dusk, this is the Shinning Starr, I see we are both on similar paths with similar objectives, Lets talk quick so we can plan something less we hinder each other and this operation as a whole."

BB hoped to communicate with the vessel and coordinate their strategy. However this new ship was unknown to him and not in the briefing, he hooped they would be able to work something out but honestly though they would most likely have some ulterior motive.