And Mandalore will Answer [Mandalorian Invasion of GR Alderaan]

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Space
Gear: Signature
Objective: I'm doing stuff
Allies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Alyesa Organa"]
Enemies: GR

Mandalore had answered the call. Currently, a decent sized Mandalorian Fleet was holding the space around the Alderaan system, the fleet compromised from ships of Clan Vereen, ArmaTech, and lead by the massive Alor-class Dreadnought on loan from the United Mandalorian Clans. The fleet had held the system for some time, being used to squash the untimely coup attempt by House Thul, who had called for Republic Aid, furthering the distrust of the dark Mandalorian in command of the fleet.

Draco stood aboard the bridge of the Alor-class, the Ori'drahr, awaiting aid from Clan Dem'adas, who had agreed to send a war fleet to assist in securing the planet against any attack, from the Sith, or from the Republic. Draco wasn't a man known for his deep trust in others, but he trusted his Vode to aid him when they said they would. And he trusted the Republic to do something, anything to keep from loosing their planet and its resources. Whether they would attempt to kill the Royal Family, or simply negotiate with them he did not know, but he was a man of action, and a paranoid one at that. He had stake in this world and its rulers, and being paranoid he was preparing for foul play. Draco expected a fleet, he expected assassins, and he expected commandos to attempt to destroy high value targets on the world like shield generators and the like.

"Are we still on shifts Captain." His voice rang out across the bridge. They had been here for some time, and had devolved into four hour shifts cycling through to keep the most warriors and crewmen at the ready while only needing a minimal force at stations. They had established their light defense network and the Commander still wished for a central defense station for command and control, and he was having preparations made for such a station to be built on the world below, but it would take time. For now the fleet and army was prepared.

"Yes, Commander. Sensors are monitoring the system, and the Warden is running active scans as we speak. Vigilance Mines are on and operational. Just waiting for Clan Dem'adas to arrive and relieve us." The captain, Rach Vizla spoke from the command chair behind Draco, calm and unconcerned.

On the world below Mandalorians and soldiers from the Royal Houses had secured key points likely to be assaulted by attackers, and had seen to added defenses in the capital. It was a waiting game for them. Draco's last gift was to offer a pair of TA5 Lightsaber Droids to [member="Alyesa Organa"] for added protection and four Ysalamiri. Two for the droids, two for the Royals. He himself wouldn't be attending unless the palace was attacked, but they were his family. He couldn't leave them with nothing between them and who he perceived as murders, but he was also most useful in command for the moment.

"Keep us appraised, Captain." Draco's mind began to wander towards more important things.

Fleet

Spoiler

Alor-class Dreadnought
Guardian-class Shield Support Carrier
Type-2 Keldabe-class Battleships (3)
Krayt-class Light Cruiser
Jahaatir-class Electronic Warfare Frigates (2)
Warden-class Sentinel Frigate
Haran'uliik-class Light Frigates (3)
8060 Meters

 

[Reen Lorgon]

Location: The Azura's Star, Chazwa
Allies: Galactic Republic - [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Khyros Sunblade"] [member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Nick Sept"] (I think)
Enemies: Mandalorians - [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Velos Rist"] [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"]
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Two M-44 Blaster pistols, Heavily modified Dynamic class freighter, Armour (For ship details and armour picture: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/81288-reen-lorgon/)

Reen was on standby in a Republic hanger on Chazwa, waiting for whatever diplomats the Republic needed transporting to arrive. His R2 unit, Gree, was wheeling around, doing various things.

"Gree, keep the engines warm, we're gonna want to leave asap once those diplomats arrive."

The droid beeped in response as it entered the cockpit.

"Don't complain, we want to finish this job quickly, and that means leaving this hanger once all the diplomats have arrived."

He'd been told the rules of engagement, which were not to fire on the mandolorians unless they attack first, and this pleased him. He didn't like the idea of going headfirst into mandolorian controlled space, but that was his job, and as long as it payed well, he'd do his part. He wondered if he'd make it out of this alive, and if not, how much of him there'd be left to bury. He quickly got rid of these thoughts, focusing on the task at hand.

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Location: Royal Palace
Allies: Mandalorians/ House Rist & Other Aldeerian Houses/ [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] / [member="Alyesa Organa"] / Royal Palace Guard
Enemies: Possibly the Republic?
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Particle Beam Pistol, FWG-5 Flechette Pistol, Sil-50 sonic pistol, Armor(linked with tech submission to show differences)/ Mandalorian Ripper/ Verpine Shatter Gun. All weapons have wookipidea pages with them.


The day had come, perhaps the most important day in all of Velos Rist's life. Aldeeran was going to negotiate its independence with the Galactic Republic, a Republic that in Velos' opinion was failing to protect its people. One of the perfect exemplifications of that was in Roche, where the Galactic Republic had purposely ejected its own citizens into space. They even made the Sith look like Jesus

Having served as a loyal member of the military forces on Aldeeran, Velos was somewhat well connected with its military. As the leader of House Rist, he so it is his responsibility to make sure that the House continue protecting Aldeeran, and more importantly, protect its people. That was why he was here today, in order to make sure that [member="Alyesa Organa"], and [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] were safe.

The Count was not without his weapons, knowing full well of the possibility of war, especially when one was dealing with the Republic. He made sure to have an FGW-5 Flechette Pistol, a particle beam blaster pistol, a Mandalorian ripper pistol, and a verpine shatter gun, and a Sil-50 sonic pistol. He was well aware of the fact that this were practically the best weapons that one could use against a force user, and being well aware of the Jedi's abilities, Velos made sure that he was well prepared.

Velos also war an armor that was akin to the personal armor that a certain someone wore. The only different was that a ysalamari nutrient harness was also added in, and the former naval commander made sure that the Ephicanthix was well fed, the creature being alive and being able to work to its full potential.

"My lady." he stated, nodding at [member="Alyesa Organa"]. The Ephicanthix had been among the first to arrive, making sure to help with preparations if he needed to.He made sure that the soldiers from House Rist were performing at their full effectiveness, knowing full well that this is an important day. The Ephicanthix had also made sure they work in cooperation with other houses.

"Contact me if there is anything wrong, and maintain combat alertness; work together with other houses, and cooperate with the Mandalorian soldiers. " he stated.

OOC: Armor is the same as this armor. Only difference is 2 slugthrower pistols at the gauntlets, as well as a ysalamari nutrient harness.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

Location: New Aldera Royal Palace - Marketplace
Allies: Pending.
Enemies: Pending.
Gear: Here.

T'iil flowers. The Hunter bore her gaze through the dark visor of her helm, staring down at the vendors stall with a stoic demeanor. The market place was a bustling venue, allowing for local traders and farmers to peddle their wares. With the Royal family requesting the aide of the United Mandalorian Clans, Skye found herself returning to Alderaan.

So much had changed.

There was a series of various herbs, botanicals, and woods presented in this particular stall. While the Hunter wasn't here per se looking for trouble, she would make the best of it in restocking her cabinet of herbal remedies.

"I'll take one kilo of the T'ill flowers." the modulated voice of the Hunter would resonate from her helm, handing off a credit chip for the purchase.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Royal Palace (Courtyard), Aldera
Allies: [member="Deneve Verd"]
Enemies: N/A

It was only a matter of time before they arrived.

As per the agreement set forth between the various Clans, a glorified "rotation of the guard" was taking place within the Alderaan System. At present, the congregation of vessels assembled by [member="Draco Vereen"] kept diligent watch over the precious world. However, with the conclusion of their "shift" rapidly approaching, the question soon became what to do. Well, at least for Isley it did. While most of the men would settle for a good few hours of rest in their quarters, Isley Verd aimed to do something a touch more constructive with his time. You see, the Mandalorians were not occupying the space above Alderaan out of malicious intent. Quite the contrary! They were doing so at the request of those Draco considered extended family.

They were protecting Alderaan whilst they made one of the most important transitions of their history.

So, in the spirit of defending them from threats foreign or domestic, Isley found himself entering one of the most stunning courtyards he had ever seen. The Royal Palace of Aldera was quite the sight to behold, frankly. Sure, it was no Theed, but the architecture was more than enough to draw a few appreciative glances from the Mandalorian. Today, he had requested a meeting with some of House Organa's royal guard. Not all of them, mind, but enough that he could put his experience to good work. You see, Isley was the sort of man who got his "start" by uppercutting a Sith Lord. So, when such a man offered to show the Royal Guard a thing or two about taking down Dark Siders...needless to say, the Courtyard had more than a few willing participants show up.

(Oh, and due to the educational nature of his voyage, Isley dragged along a motherkarking demon. Her name is [member="Deneve Verd"])

Let's get this show on the road. he thought, rubbing his hands together. Taking a moment, Isley regarded the guardsmen who had gathered with a half-wave before procuring an item from his utility belt. T'was a Forcebreaker grenade.

"Gather 'round folks, take a good look." he began. "What I want you all to take away from this is one thing: be prepared for anything. There's a reason we Mando'ade walk around with half an armory at all times. You never know what you'll encounter. You never know who you'll encounter. In these days, with the One Sith literally within walking distance of your front door, it falls on you to make sure that the Organas stay alive. That means being ready. That means carrying a few of these: Forcebreakers. Think of them as Deathsticks in weapon form: a Sith gets a whiff of this and they won't be slinging lightning anytime soon."

Spoiler: Equipment

• Taozin Beskar'gam
• Terentatek Bodyglove
• The Darksaber
• CT-12 Jetpack
• Paragon Energy Shield
• "Lazy Eye" Edition, Merr-Sonn Power 5
• Yrkaa Sidearm
• Grenades: [x] [x] [x]

 

[Nick Sept]

Location: Medium orbit around Alderaan
Allies: The Republic Senate, Poet, His conscience, the people of Alderaan
Enemies: Hopefully nobody, but screw 'em

Gear: Durasteel Toe Combat boots, old knife (mundane knife, not a vibroblade or anything fancy) in the left boot, cyborg chassis, one personal assitant with a datapad. Good cigar, crappy lighter, and a tune stuck in his head.


Vehicle: A civilian transport that is unarmed and will not be participating in the fleeting action. I'm being vague because I don't care about which transport it is for less than three scenes.




Nick Sept pace the bridge of the old transport. This wasn't some glorious piece of equipment. It was small, run of the mill, civilian cargo vessel. Basically the Cartao equivalent of a food truck. He nabbed it form the base on Cartao and basically decided to joyride his way here, with his little crew. Poet, Tigress, the whole squad of "teachers" for Spaarti's now defunct clone labs. Brothers and sisters, miscreants all. The Cloned Senator from Cartao hit a comm channel known to be popular among the Mandalorians. "This is Senator Nick Sept. I'm here to enter negotiations with the leadership of Alderaan. Please provide instructions regarding landing. Thank you for you consideration," he said, his tone neither particularly forceful or flat. He wasn't cheerful about all this, but he didn't hold many reservations. He had his own motives for being here.




He sighed as he looked at the various readouts. Organa, Thul, Kyressh, there was enough royal house politics to ruin everything. Honestly, Seceding struck him as a massive overreaction. Alderaan hadn't suffered half of what Chazwa or Cartao did. But of course, everything had to be about the royals and their bloody intrigues. Still, he come here to show his support. The Alderaanian people deserved someone to hold their leadership to task, to ensure this transition, if it was to happen, happened in a way that did as little harm as possible to all parties. Also, maybe if he were lucky, he could get some actual clout in the Senate for helping to take point on these negotiations.



Or maybe he'd just get screwed over. Ah well. Can't help every damn thing.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

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THE GREAT OUTWORLDER WILD HUNT​

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Location: Apalis Coast
Allies: Witches | Mandos | [member="Captain Larraq"]
Enemies: [member="Captain Larraq"]
Gear: In sig.

The word had been sent out to every Allyan and Nightsister Clan. Windtalkers would transfer the image of the vision, and through every Clan.

That Kytarra Hawk calls to them.

El olepi ob mita takaku. Ki Sumanitu Wakatanka et Hupahu tkha tawapi olepi!​

<< To Hunt with me my sisters. That the Fanged God and the Winged Goddess would have their Wild Hunt. >>​

And their prize the green eyed maleling that would shift the stars and breed a new era of prosperity to the clans.

They rode and flew out to the four winds. To the plains of Dreaming River and Misty Falls Clans. To the shores of Blue Coral Divers and Scissorfists Clans of the Eastern seas. To the ranges of the Red Hills and Great Canyon Clans.

They told them the Great Outworlder Wild Hunt.

He'ay'hee'ee taniyohi witasna, Allye et Haheli Takaku, eicicaga le wotpla ahue miye!​

<< I call on each and every witch, be it Allyan or Nightsister, to claim this maleling and bring him to me...>>​

Name of Bounty: [member="Captain Larraq"]
Name of Contractor: Kytarra Hawk - Singing Mountain Clan
Bounty Price:

• 1 Bull Rancor
• 1 Vial of life for near death free pass (Pass go, collect your 200 credits, get out of jail card free. Asteroid drop protected)
• 1 Shaman blessed and imbued artifact ( sub will be created by me)

Condition:

Alive and bound.

Unharmed...I need him well enough to breed.

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[Zef Halo]

Location: Royal Palace (Courtyard), Aldera
Allies: [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Deneve Verd"]
Enemies: N/A


It had been quite a long time. Too long for many things to stay the same. He had been able to escape from the Mandalorians many years ago. It had felt as removing beskar chains that were trappig his free spirit of a scoundrel. At least for a time. But the Mandalorian blood, due to his mother, ran strong in him and after so many years of wandering the most backwater parts of the galaxy as a smuggler he had returned.

The Mandalorians were not the same, at least structure-wise. When he was caught so many years ago by them while running a smuggling run, Zef was given two choices - join the ranks of the Mandalorian crusade or perish. Zef valued his life too much to throw it away due to something pesky as pride.
During his time as an initiate within the ranks of the Mandalorians back then, Zef had participated in a couple of operations forging good relationships with a few Mandalorian warriors. Yet he always dreamed of escaping and going back to his life as a smuggler. The irony was that even after escaping he had now returned.

Wearing again his signature armor and his blaster pistol on his left hip, the scoundrel walked through the corridors of the Aldera palace. He was briefed about the political situation that was going on and had been put on guard duty. Up in space, a fleet of Mandalorian ships roamed. They were led by some of the Clan chieftains. What Zef understood was that currently the Mandalorians' as a faction were taking decisions from a coucil of the most prominent Clan chieftains. Back in his day, there existed the sole ruler. The ex-smuggler couldn't think much about that, even being a veteran couldn't stop him from being excited of who he was going to surprise.

Isley Verd.

The figure that stood infront of a dozen Royal Guards lecturing them was almost completely different. The picture of that man lecturing others was also unbelievable to Zef. The only way he knew this man was Isley was because fellow Mandalorians had described him.
Isley Verd. Probably the last alive friend of Zef Halo.

The man was no longer a boy. His posture and demeanour were completely different of the fresh excited and highly enthusiatic Mandalorian recruit that Isley was back then. His armor was absolutely different and quite unique amongst the Mandalorians as well. The little he had heard about his old friend was that he had left the Mandalorians and came back. Zef could never picture the ambitious to prove himself young Isley ever leaving the Mandalorians. But time had changed everything, even Zef. The stubborn scoundrel might still have retained his sharp and dark humor along with his armor but even he had changed. Grown wiser, a bit. The years take their toll too. The ex-smuggler, as far as he remembered, was just a few years older than his old friend Isley Verd. He wondered if Isley even remembered him.

Moving out of the shadows, Zef was around a dozen feet behind his old friend who was explaining something about a Forcebreaking grenade. Well, Isley had certainly retained his love for weapons.

"All you need is a good blaster and a karking good eye, gentlemen. Bathrobes ain't much of an armor." He said humorously towards the Royal Guard holding his blaster in his hand. A smirk painted behind his helmet.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[media] https://youtu.be/7jloopYak8A [/media]​

Location: Outside Alderaan Royal Palace
Objective: Cruise with the top down, also something about preventing war.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: None

Thalia ​

Thalia was a creation of Miss Blonde aka Patricia Susan Garter aka the lady who created the clone army and helped start this whole mess. But hey a few good things came out of it, she now existed due to the woman going into exile. But during her creation she was given one primary objective, the well being of Keira. To keep her on the straight and narrow and make sure she did not fall to the darkside for like the third time now.

So with Keira in the passenger seat of a Crown Mason speeder convertible the driver seat remained vacant to the naked eye. But to Keira with her contacts she'd be able to see a holographic blue woman with short cut hair and a sundress. Her hand was on the wheel and she smiled with the thought of having the wind in her hair while she bumped her tunes. The job was to make it to the palace so they could begin the talks, hopefully it would end well. Their civilian transport ship had touched down at the port about an hour ago and they had been driving since then.

With the palace coming up on the horizon Thalia looked over to Keira and spoke.

"I am required to tell you that this is a peaceful talk between the Galactic Republic and The United Clans Mandalore, although I also have give a recommendation that you bring your weapon. It is highly unlikely that the Mandalorians have come unarmed. Sensors are picking up small levels of beskar, most likely from armor or swords." Thalia said in her standard voice.

"Please do not murder anyone, from the footage from your last talk it seemed tensions ran high with the former Mand'alor. This would be considered poor etiquette." Thalia said as she stepped on the gas.

"I will draft any speeches for you and moderate from within the ARC units Thalia made a right dip in the speeder as the continued.

The speeder sped forward and the two approached the palace at a decent rate and they would arrive in a few minutes to watch over and protect the republic delegation as well as provide a bit of input as well.

 

[Matthew Rei]

Spoiler

The Royal Palace of Aldera was quite the sight to behold, frankly.

Sadly, I'm blind. *sigh* D:

Location: In the hangar; on the way to [member="Reen Lorgon"]'s ship
Objective: Board the transport
Allies: Republic ([member="Jack Sparrow"] | [member="Khyros Sunblade"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"])
Enemies: Mandalorians

Matthew was dressed sharply in his business attire. The lawyer from Kell's Hitchen was taking his first steps into one of the most important events in his life: diplomacy with galactic consequences. He had been noticed during his time helping the Republic, but he still felt somewhat overwhelmed by the sudden prospect of everything gained with his new position within the faction.

He had his trusty blind man's cane. Not the special one that he used on his...other ventures. This was a typical one for disabled people that you'd buy at a store. His circlular glass shades remained ever present on his face. His gait was quick and sure, for he automatically relied on the Force as his sight wherever he went. In soon enough time, he ended up being the first one to the transport ship.

You have arrived at your destination chimed the GPS on his left wrist. Wonderful. He waited outside the transport and pressed the entry request key on the outer hull's pin pad. Now, to wait for the pilot to show up and let him aboard.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Alderaan Royal Palace (outside)
Objective: Peace
Allies: Everyone, sort of, [member="Miss Blonde"] (Thalia)
Enemies: Presumably no one
Gear: Kalso's Revenge (in signature), lightsaber

It seemed as if all Keira had been doing lately was maintaining peace in order to prevent this or that explosion of conflict, whether minor or major in nature. Alderaan was just another one of those, though hopefully one that would progress more smoothly than those previous. Everything had been smoothed over, for the most part, though after the Roche talks a spark had been ignited that instigated the secession of Alderaan from the Republic. Having been involved in what had quickly become a tangled spider's web of war, peace talks and politics since the beginning, she was nothing short of expected to show her face here as well. This time she had come unarmored, something that didn't bother her near as much as it would have in the past.

Absently she listened to the AI speak, looking to her once she was finished, the contacts worn allowing her to perceive what was otherwise empty space as another individual. "For the record, he started that one. If he wouldn't have said what he did about Lusk I wouldn't have bothered. I know it's poor etiquette, but I care about my aliit just a bit more than that." She had her priorities, and this time they chanced to be a bit more noble than those held in the past. "Don't worry, though. Unless somebody starts something we don't have anything to worry about. I'm not looking for a fight." She flashed a smile. "Or at least, not without my armor." That had been left behind in favor of her dress uniform. However, she still had her pistol and lightsaber both at her side.

"You're forgetting the part where I'm on both sides in this. Nobody's going to come unarmed except for the proper delegates, if I had to guess. The rest of us present are some kind of warriors, and it's our job to be ready. I would have come armored as well, had that not been poor etiquette." There she looked pointedly to Thalia, that being a mockery of the words she had spoken, though it was in good fun. Mostly. "It'll be fine." Those were her only words of reassurance as she disembarked the speeder once it had come to a stop, walking forward at an even pace, hands open and loose at her sides in an entirely non-threatening gesture. [member="Isley Verd"] seemed to be the equivalent to some kind of authority, and so it was he she would address. "Commander Keira Ticon, here to act as a guard for the Republic delegates and participate in the negotiations."

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Royal Palace (Courtyard), Aldera
Allies: [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"]
Neutral: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Enemies: N/A

There was something unique about Beskar'gam that gave the average Mandalorian an enormous edge.

Assuming that their buy'ce had trappings worth a damn, they would be able to accomplish a wide variety of things. They could activate and command the various systems of their armors with mere movements of the eye. They could lock onto a target with as much accuracy as a starship. They could even, at least in Isley's case, see everything in a three-hundred-sixty degree radius. That's right, they could see behind them. For most folks, such a sensory overload would be jarring at the least and disorienting as kark at the most. However, when one spends a few decades wearing such a helm, the ability to see in "three sixty" was a blessing. As such, whilst the Mandalorian addressed the Aldera Royal Guard, he saw someone moving in the shadows.

Casually. Calmly. His dominant hand came to rest upon the holster of his "Lazy Eye." However, once the beskar'gam entered the light Isley damn near leapt out of his skin. His first thought was that he was seeing things. A ghost, even. Yet the Aldera Royal Guard clearly saw what he was too! To them, he was just a man: another Mandalorian upon their hallowed world. Yet to Isley? He was a friend. A damn good friend. Zef-Motherkarking-Halo was one of the men who had helped Isley scout Taris in his youth. He was there when Halik's strike team got the jump on some raiders. He was even there on another mission when they went diving into a derelict, Sithspawn-infested ship. Those were the days.

Somewhere down the line, Zef just fell off the face of the Galaxy. In all honesty, the Mandalorian thought that his old friend had perished; and had always carried fond memories in his heart. Yet now...here on Alderaan of all places....Zef Halo lived. Zef Motherkarking Halo lived!

"You...slick bastard." he said, quickly stepping over to the man. His arms flew around the Scoundrel, pulling the man into a crushing embrace. He earned a bear hug dammit. Three pats on the back and then Isley relinquished his grip. "Drinks on me later. But first, let's whip these men into shape shall we?"

Before Isley could so much as continue his "lecture", the sound of a speeder's landing roared over the courtyard. The Mandalorian stepped past his old acquaintance, past the guardsmen and his child, until he was the first barrier between the newcomer and the Palace doors. It wasn't exactly thrilling to place himself in the potential line of fire, for Isley had no idea who would be disembarking. Squinting, the Mandalorian relied upon his HUD in order to pull up the vessel's IFF...Republic. Great. That's what he needed. Draco, you'd best be getting some strange from these Organas. he thought, steeling himself for whatever came round that corner. His hand returned to his blaster. He suddenly became very aware of the Darksaber upon his hip.

And then she sauntered in. Hands up.

He squinted. The HUD took a rough scan of her face and applied it to the HoloNet. In the blink of an eye, Isley had an eyeful of information at his disposal. Nothing personal...but rather the sort of things that would be common knowledge to the Republic. Her name. Her rank. Etc. But the thing that the HoloNet couldn't answer was what she was doing here. The first breeze in a hurricane, perhaps? Another gander, this time with the naked eyes. A lightsaber was visible. A blaster. Nothing too crazy. Her presence in the Force was...strong. She was no Rave Merrill, but she could probably scrap if push came to shove. Truly, this woman deserved the rank she carried; at least if her power was concerned. After all, she did just step onto a rock full of Mandalorians wearing nothing but a dress uniform.

"Negotiations?" he began. "I was under the impression that Alderaan had seceeded. What more is there to negotiate?"

He parted his lips, as if to say more...but then waved his hand.

"Eh. Politics ain't got nothing to do with me, but I'll see you inside."

Then, the man motioned for Zef and the Guards to follow. Wouldn't do to leave them out in the cold, right? Strolling over, the Mandalorian pressed either of his hands upon the towering, dual doors of the Palace. A solid shove was given and thus was the way forward opened. The creak of the doors would be more than enough to alert the Organas to their coming. But, just in case, Isley shot Draco a message over the comm.

The Pubbies are here.​

Spoiler: Equipment

• Taozin Beskar'gam
• Terentatek Bodyglove
• The Darksaber
• CT-12 Jetpack
• Paragon Energy Shield
• "Lazy Eye" Edition, Merr-Sonn Power 5
• Yrkaa Sidearm
• Grenades: [x] [x] [x]

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Space just outside of the Mandalorian Blockade
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] [member="Kaia"] @Mandalorians [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Enemies: @GR and allies
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Stock YT type freighter, Echani Light Armor, Echani Vibrosword, Standard Blaster

Cole's ship popped out of hyperspace fortunately just out of range of everything but the Fleets long range weapons. Cole had welcomed and appreciated the support the Organa's had shown Eshan during their split from the Republic. Cole was here to do the same for them. He came not in a ship of warfare and flew no banner but his own. It was exactly how he wanted it.

Standing just behind the pilot Cole spoke.

"Open up a Channel to House Organa.............make sure the Blockade Fleet can hear everything."

Waiting a moment for the channel to open Cole sighed before he addressed whomever was on the other end.

"My name is Cole Dagos." "The good people of Alderaan and House Organa showed good will towards the people of Eshan when we no longer wanted to be a part of the Galactic Republic." "I come here to return the favor and request permission to pass through the Blockade and stand at the side of House Organa in their time of need." "Not as a representative of people but on behalf of myself and my sister Kaia."

Cole closed the channel and waited. It was not his intention to run the Blockade today. If turned away he would simply leave. If allowed to pass he would support those that had shown him support.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Space
Gear: Signature
Objective: I'm doing stuff
Allies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] | [member="Alyesa Organa"]
Enemies: GR

Draco nodded to the communication officer, currently monitoring channels for chatter, hoping to catch any invasion force making their way against Alderaan early and be prepared for them before they arrive. This deep in Republic territory it would be necessary for Clan Dem'adas to cut a path through them, and they likely wouldn't be able to hide unless they took the same route Draco's forces had, and that was unlikely. Merson to Alderaan took a fleet through One Sith territory, and Olivia did not have the same contacts Draco did. She could not move so freely through Sith Space, nor would she want to.

"Commander, there are two ships requesting permission to pass." The communications officer grunted, tapping keys to show the data on the viewport Draco was glaring out of. His aura in the Force was spread thin, seeking outwards, watching and waiting for the Republic strike force he knew was coming. Aten, his trusted second could tell Draco was uneasy, his zone of influence cast above and below. This thin, he wouldn't be able to pin point anything, but he would sense many things that happened. "Ground is reporting some Republic have already arrived below."

"Let them both through. One is a Republic requesting permission, and it isn't ladden with explosives or troops and isn't sensor masked according to the Warden. The other is an Eshan delegation. I'm not sure why they've come, but a single freighter will not pose a threat to the forces below." A week of monitoring traffic they knew what ships had continuously come and gone from the system, roughly how many off worlders were still on the planet that had arrived since the Mandalorians established their presence in the system.

"Yes sir, transmitting flight paths to both vessels." The communications officer began tapping on his keyboard.

::Follow the provided flight path. Do not deviate from the provided flight path. Answer all communications made with your vessel immediately::
[member="Cole Dagos"] | [member="Nick Sept"]

"Bring up the schematics Rach was talking about on my screen, vod." Draco spoke and a moment later the two dimensional schematics appeared on the interactive touch screen displays. Truly Mandal Hypernautics took great pride in their craftsmenship and spared no expense on the Alor-class. He made a note to do the same for his latest project as things continued. "Have the work crews began at the ruins of the Thul Household?"

"No, Drahr'buir. They just arrived this morning and they are still surveying the area. They don't want to work so hard and have a secondary collapse ruin or stall their work." Captain Rach Vizla nodded from the chair, still monitoring his own systems and paying little heed to the communications. His duty was to keep soldiers from reaching the planet at the moment. He could turn his focus when Clan Dem'adas arrived.

Fleet

Spoiler

Alor-class Dreadnought
Guardian-class Shield Support Carrier
Type-2 Keldabe-class Battleships (3)
Krayt-class Light Cruiser
Jahaatir-class Electronic Warfare Frigates (2)
Warden-class Sentinel Frigate
Haran'uliik-class Light Frigates (3)
8060 Meters

 

[Arianna Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Royal Palace, Throne Room[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies – Unknown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies – Mandalorians, Alderaan Nobles[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Protection Detail: Alderaaan Royal Guard, [member="Samael Rekali"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arianna stood at the window looking out when she had been but a small child her family had attempted to flee Alderaan. House Rist having taken offense to House Organa pledging their oldest daughter Maeve to House Panteer son had started civil war. House Rist sent their loyalists to kill an unsuspecting House Organa Duke, his wife and to take the children and still solidify a bond.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It had all gone terribly wrong. That was then and now this, she had read the reports sent back to Alderaan from Faith her daughter. For the last few years she had been disturbed and had hoped for change. She had hoped that keeping Faith there they could make friends, learn about what the Republic was doing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]What had come back was heart breaking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The number of bills brought before the Senate how many had the tone of the Empire to them? How many had they narrowly defeated by casting their vote.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]First her son Theo was the Senator put in harm’s way for a war for the expansion of the Republic taken captive and then release, then Alyesa how many times had her daughter tried to fight against the rising rule of the Empire, and then Faith whose record most members of the Republic knew.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]What had that Senator insinuated at the peace talks, that basically Alderaan did not matter they were replaceable they’d send their funding somewhere else….really the lives of her children put against funding. Funding..what funding Arianna had yet to find where the Republic funded anything on Alderaan. They had not lifted a finger not one finger to help.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The Alderaan Initiative introduced by Faith. [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Vaudin Mir pledged his own funds then Alyesa pledged funds form Incom to help Alderaan when the Senate debate showed they were more interested in the war and not helping Alderaan.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Then [member="Valen Cerezo"] introduced the Restoration Act – words like non-strategic, budget constraints, security issues. Genevieve Lasedri had said it might be better to burn Alderaan and it wouldn’t hurt the phrik supplies either. Have the private sector take over Alderaan..over her dead cold body. Then all hell broke loose and charges of treason, all thoughts of Alderaan drifted away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Yes they wanted the phrik.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But now because of [member="Alyesa Organa"], and Incom, and from efforts on behalf of the family they had cared for Alderaan. At least Faith had convinced Jaster of Clan Awaud to take care of the leviathan foul creature that was under the palace, she had hoped the Republic would have at least sent forces to remove it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Genevieve Lasedri had shown her true calling, Ali Hadrix didn’t mind that her daughter offered herself as a prisoner for her actions. No…Arianna had enough after a long discussion with Alyesa it was decided. The Republic was no longer wanted on Alderaan, the Republic was a sham it was a shame that it had taken so long for her to realize. And the cost. The horrible cost.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arianna could feel her teeth grinding as she remembered. Yes…and now they want to come. Sure they do. Well let them come, let them make their case against the evidence that they had gathered over years.[/SIZE]

 

[Faith Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Crevasse City[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies – Unknown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies – Mandalorians, Alderaan Nobles, [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith stood at the edge of the canyon looking down, “Wow” She smiled as she looked over at Herman Albright, the engineer who finally found the plans for the old city and was helping to bring it back to life.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Can you show you me around?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Yes Princess this way” They moved over to the entrance a natural formation of stone honed out that revealed the doors to the elevator to take them to the first level. Crevasse City the newest levels were at the bottom, and right now it stood at five levels. Businesses were already booking space, the transportation tube was being rebuilt to connect New Aldera to New Crevasse City.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Artists from across Alderaan were submitted cleverly created statues, and a light fixture to give the lower levels the artificial light it would need. The first level itself would only receive 6 hours of light.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The key to the success of the city would be the rebuilding of the geothermal power units. Faith was here to look at that wonder of construction she had never seen before.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Even the school that had once held such a position of prominence on Alderaan was being rebuilt, the Collegium for Young Ladies. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Alderaan was on its way to recovery fully.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A message came just as Faith was going into the elevator – Request you return to New Aldera, Republic Delegation to be arriving Presence requested.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith nodded, “Let’s look first and then I have to go”[/SIZE]

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Royal Palace (Courtyard), Aldera
Allies: [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Isley Verd"]
Neutral: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: N/A

"You...slick bastard." ​

-Isley Verd to Zef Halo upon their reunion.​

"Drinks on me later. But first, let's whip these men into shape shall we?"

Was what followed the bear hug that Isley had embraced Zef with. The Scoundrel's eyes shone at the mention of drinks. Especially when he wasn't paying for them. Being with the only possibly alive friend in the galaxy brought much memories to the ex-smuggler. Looking back at their skirmish on Taris so many years ago and the creepy operation on that ghost ship, Zef found it ironic how much he wanted to escape the Mandalorians back then only to end up in the present valuing those memories as one of his happiest. Having a friend was one thing, having a Madalorian one was totally different.

Unfortunately, as both men were to begin some sort of a training session with the disciplined royal guards and enjoying being shoulder to shoulder once again, a speeder stopped behind both of them. Turning around to look at it, Zef's natural habit of a lifetime as a scoundrel rang and his hand fell on his holstered verpine shatter pistol. The figure to leave that speeder was a female that Zef found attractive, her dress possibly amplifying that effect. This all ended when his eyes found the lightsaber hanging from her side.

"Speaking of bathrobes...They've gone to fancy dress uniforms now?" Zef asked sarcastically Isley as the woman approached them.

"Commander Keira Ticon, here to act as a guard for the Republic delegates and participate in the negotiations."

The Republic.

The scoundrel had despised that convention of bureucrats since the day he was born.

"Negotiations? I was under the impression that Alderaan had seceeded. What more is there to negotiate?"

"You know the Pubs...Ain't no rest." Zef muttered in response to Isley's rhetoric question aimed at the newly arrived Commander Keira Tiecon.

Whatever the hell was going to happen around whatever round table all politicians were supposed to gather, Zef had to make sure that whatever the hell resulted of those 'negotiations' his hand to be fast enough to draw if danger knocked at his door again.
Isley opened the grand doors of the palace and gestured for the scoundrel and the Royal Guards to follow.

This ought to be fun.

 

[Claire Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: New Aldera, Royal Museum of Alderaan[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies – Unknown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies – Mandalorians, Alderaan Nobles[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Oh, I never knew that” Claire had never been to Alderaan this was her first time. Already tasked with ensuring that the Royal Museum was ready to be opened she was learning more than paying attention to how things looked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]House Alde for the longest time in Alderaan history had been the trustee of this Museum. [member="Trevor Alde"] would have loved coming to this place. He had hoped to come one day she had lost contact with him when Balmorra was taken. She had no idea where he was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The Queen had said they would need a Noble Curator who that would be she wasn’t sure, she knew she didn’t want the job. However to come and review the exhibits, and ask questions about Alderaan this was like a kid in a candy store.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]That was when she stood before a painting, a rendition that one only could assume.[/SIZE]

​

[SIZE=12pt]A picture that said a thousand words about family. About the family that all Organa members were part of. Claire could only stare at it and think about the past and how the museum would help to preserve the past for all of Alderaan and visitors to see.[/SIZE]

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Passing through the Mandalorian Blockade
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alyesa Organa"] [member="Kaia"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] @Mandalorians
Enemies: @GR and allies
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Stock YT type freighter, Echani Light Armor, Echani Vibrosword, Standard Blaster

When the pilot looked back Cole nodded.

"Blockade Fleet path received and acknowledged." "You have my thanks."

Cole's hands tensed on the back of the pilot's chair. At the moment things were rather peaceful but no telling if or when that would change. The ship followed the path provided for them through the blockade that had been given to them. As they passed through he looked out the view ports at the ships assembled. Being a guy on the ground he had never seen ships that big, ships the size of cities. It was both awe and fear inspiring to see.


It was only when they cleared the blockade and started into the atmosphere that Cole began to relax a little. The closer he got to putting his feet on the ground the more at ease he would become.

 

[Kaia]

Location: Passing though the Mandalorian Blockade.
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alyssa"] Organa [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] [member="Cole Dagos"]
Enemies: GR and allies

Kaia opened the door to the cockpit and sat next to her brother Cole. The Blockade was a impressive sight no doubt. Kaia had not been paying attention to the politics outside of Eshan for a few years so hearing that Alderaan was splitting from the Republic was a surprise to Kaia. Still she had just as many reasons as her brother to help these people. Kaia stayed quite to let Cole focus on landing the ship.