And Mandalore will Answer [Mandalorian Invasion of GR Alderaan]

[Gael bar Ammon]

Location: Alderaanian Airspace
Allies: Galactic Republic - Khyros Sunbladehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10091-khyros-sunblade/
Enemies: None
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Nothing of note

"Hmph..", Gael grunted. The notion of the monarchs' power was laughable. Sure they held power, but they were foolish enough to make their system the staging ground for a full scale war. There was a possibility things could defuse, but given the current situation, he figured that Alderaanian royalty had already made up it's mind.

"Do you have any suggestions in case we come across Mandalorian diplomats?", the Senator from Arkania asked. Gael lowered his gaze as he thought. "The Mandalorians are an enigma. Some can be reasoned with, some are a short fuse ready to blow.", Gael started. Flashbacks came of his time in the Clans. Fierce, headstrong warriors he knew the Mandalorians to be. He didn't care to fight his kin in the slightest, but he knew it may be unavoidable. "Do not make challenges you are not confident you can win. Only with the Clans can fire be fought with fire. Tread lightly, and choose your fights wisely - gauge those you parlay with before moving into serious matters.; it will help you predetermine how they may respond.", Gael paused. "You'll figure out the rest when you get there. Dealing with Mandos is always a learning experience."

 

[Arianna Organa]

Location: Throne Room, Aldera Royal Palace
Enemies: Unknown
Allies: Mandalorians, Alderaan Nobles, [member="Samael Rekali"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
Those waiting - [member="Jack Sparrow"]

It was not hard to heard the tapping of her shoes coming across the floor since Faith was at Crevasse City, Claire at the museum, and all others ordered to stay out this had to be [member="Alyesa Organa"] entering. Within moments the question was answered by the word, Mother.

Was Alyesa like Garith hard to say he was strong willed considered himself the bad guy, and yet for the year they were together on what was now called Aldera he treated her more precious than all the phrik in the galaxy. So. Perhaps she was like Garith.

Faith like her, in ways but in other like her father.

Of course any day that any of the children did anything that was trying to her nerves she immediately blamed him.

Ill will. Did Arianna hold ill will toward any of her children? No. None at all.

When you have 5 children, raise three of them all alone well someone is going to feel slighted. Alyesa always seemed disappointed with the galaxy at large. Alyesa always wanted to fight, that was the Atrisian in her, had to be. Course there were other things about her father she probably didn’t know and just didn’t care to know Alyesa just liked being a Princess of Alderaan.

Arianna turned, “Alyesa, I hear the Republic is sending a delegation to…” what words would Arianna use now, “deal with the situation at hand. I heard there are even some outside this throne room now I am amazed that they did not come in a group to show some kind of solidarity in numbers.”

Arianna walked slowly as she contemplated, “Are you prepared to deal with this?”

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

After checking in with Alderaanian air control, her corvette landed at their designated landing pad, and then she swiftly disembarked to take an Alderaanian motorcade to the palace. Only her trusty Jedi bodyguard Arisa would be present to accompany her for security. Shortly after the motorcade sped away from the spaceport, several Harvester droids and Wasp droids would exit the hangar of the corvette to establish a defensive perimeter. Inside the hangar, flights of Augury fighters hovered in place, ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. The crewmen kept the shields and weapon systems of the corvette primed for a rapid response.

::Attention Republic Delegates. Ships are to follow provided flight paths to given points. Combat ship is to remain in orbit, its delegate may disembark via shuttle along provided Flight path. Do not deviate from provided flight path.::

"Attention Republic Vessel Severn. Return to low orbit, weapons locked aft and shields down or be considered Hostile. This is why the Mandalorian clans are here, to keep people from trying to strike the capital. Naturally we did not let a war ship to the surface to only to have it prime capital ship weapons and point them at the capital. Don't be a hero, be smart. One corvette isn't going to win this fight. Do as you were instructed and return to low orbit immediately." The communications officer waited for the only acceptable response, a bit of an edge to his voice.

Draco sighed exasperated, "Send a squadron of Rekali-class to escort that ship back to low orbit so that our back line of ships sits between it and the planet." His orders were patched through to the Guardian, and from its ventral hangar, four of the deadly Mandalorian Superiority fighters moved to intercept and escort the corvette back to its place. The senator could get back to it via shuttle, but there was no way in satan's buttcrack it was going to sit there with weapons primed at the capital city and not be treated like a hostile force, even if it was underwhelming force.

A second communications officer turned to the address Captain Rach Vizla as Draco was in dispose, dealing with the other Republic vessel on the planet, priming its weapons towards a civilian populace. "Captain, there is a Jedi Order vessel in route. Any specific orders?"

The Captain glanced in Draco's direction and grunted, "Yeah, have them land in the civilian docking area of the space port, and make them aware that the Royal Family maintains the right to refuse them entry given their status with the Republic. Last I was aware, the Grandmaster aided Alor Vereen on Roche, so I would assume they are on non-aggressive terms."

::Attention Jedi Order Vessel, please follow the provided flight path. Given the relationship the Jedi Order has with the Republic at this time, the Royal Family maintains the right to bar your representatives from entry.::
[member="Barrien Siegfried"]

The captain wasn't sure, and didn't rightly care if the Organa's would turn them away or take them in.

Fleet

Spoiler

Alor-class Dreadnought
Guardian-class Shield Support Carrier

• 1 of 6, Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighter Squadron

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

 

[Darth Rixas]

Location: Courtyard of the Royal Palace
Allies: Mandalorians
Neutral: N/A
Enemies: N/A
Gear: Signature

A gloved hand worked the sensor pad of an OBL-3 Hunter Drone. Commands, target protocols, everything Oron felt was functionally necessary for today. He tapped a button on the panel and a hatch sealed itself over the computer. Taking a few steps back he pressed a button on his gauntlet and watched as the Drone powered up fully, it's repulsor lifts elevating it into the air to match Oron's eye level. Rotating, it began its patrol around the perimeter of the courtyard. Should anything hostile happen in the courtyard it would alarm Oron of the activity before engaging any targets.

War. Wars, and whispers and stories best left untold - that was all that occupied his thoughts. His chest heaved the heat of the afternoon as he rotated his Harpy on it's bipod and surveyed the area. He twisted fractionally, as much to find comfort as to watch those whom came and went out of the courtyard. This outing had the potential to be non-combative but the Mandalorians doubted such an outcome was likely and even if the entire roster didn't, there were enough possibilities presented to have the optimists come to Alderaan for pre-cautions anyway should any of the aforementioned situations transpire. Oron. however, seemed to be drawn to battle at any given moment almost regardless of the situation or the orders issued. He never had a considerable amount of guiltlessness when in the field. Even as a youngling his expressions didn't convey the gaze of a child, nor the carefree expressions of innocence as was worn by his classmates. That young naivety had been ripped asunder and replaced with a callous understanding. The universe was a chaotic place, and one should use any means necessary regardless of the cost, because you can either do or get done. And Oron doubted he'd ever be done.

Pulling away from his scope he retracted the bipod and slid the cap over the scope before swinging it over his shoulder, resting the weapon on his back. Looking to his gauntlet he swiped through a few of the most recently uploaded batches of data regarding his duties. Oron had the patience to wait out an assault from the Republic should it ever happen - already having his 10,000 hours of practice of surveillance under his belt. After a few brisk moments of looking over the notes he found nothing of interest and tapped his wrist, collapsing the holopages into the background of his HUD-G. Turning to enter the palace, he reduced the shade of his visors to see more clearly indoors. He turned to overlook the courtyard and hi drone one last time before falling in suit behind Isley's party.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Skies, then mountain side
Enemies: Unknown
Allies: Alderaan Nobles, Mandalorians, [member="Draco Vereen"]

[SIZE=12pt]The thranta had taken well to the skies of Alderaan even though it had been born far away. It followed commands easily enough and there was enough time for a little side trip to the mountains, she knew thranta liked to ride the currents.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Slowly she turned him towards the snowcapped mountains, she could already feel the cold reaching out. She leaned left he flew to the left, she leaned right he went right giant wings flapping slowly. No fear of predators here like on Bespin no here was freedom.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith pushed forward so he would know to dive down they were coming around the peeks the large jagged out croppings were treacherous people got lost in there it was like a huge maze with never ending turns, and pitfalls.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]One place she had never had a desire to go to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]They were gliding now it felt so good, felt so liberating. Then he shuddered something odd, she had never felt that before. She dropped him lower maybe it was the currents, she reached forward and stroked him, “you ok maybe you don’t like the cold”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He shuddered again, “ok, I got it let’s go home” As she began to make the turn his wings stayed straight, they were gliding, he shuddered again and they dropped. “ut oh”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith took a breath do not panic it’s just the cold, his wings drooped.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]FETH![/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith leaned forward holding the reigns, his eyes looked rolled back, was that possible??[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]No no no no no….she looked up the ground was coming up fast. What to do?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She hung on…within moments she was rolling the snow clung to her clothing she felt like a snowball rolling over and over until they stopped both of them laid out flat on the mountainside, looking up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“ow that hurt” She turned to look at her ride he didn’t seem well, she pulled out her communications device only to find it was smashed, “Well isn’t that just wonderful”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She inched toward the thranta putting her hand on his body she tried to see if he was alive, barely, she could hear the rasping in each breath. “oh don’t die..not now” Her body hurt, really hurt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Ok…someone will realize we aren’t where we are supposed to be and come looking” she hoped. She continued to pet the thranta wanting it to feel comfort, and she needing something to do.[/SIZE]

 

[Eugen Aker]

[Severn]

Location: Hyperspace
Allies: Galactic Republic, Kiribian Comrades
Enemies: N/A
Objective: Chilling out in deep space.

"Attention Republic Vessel Severn. Return to low orbit, weapons locked aft and shields down or be considered Hostile. This is why the Mandalorian clans are here, to keep people from trying to strike the capital. Naturally we did not let a war ship to the surface to only to have it prime capital ship weapons and point them at the capital. Don't be a hero, be smart. One corvette isn't going to win this fight. Do as you were instructed and return to low orbit immediately." The communications officer waited for the only acceptable response, a bit of an edge to his voice.

After a brief conversation with Senator Teigra through biocomm, the captain of the Severn reluctantly took off from the spaceport with the Mandalorian flight of heavy fighters. However, instead of repositioning in low orbit, the Severn left the system entirely. Her escort was of no use to her if stuck out in orbit. A single corvette had no chance of breaking through the blockade and the air defenses of New Aldera in the event of a rescue being required. So, for the safety of the crewmen, they were better off rallying with the battlegroup.

A potential incident was quickly diffused, and then Suravi went about her merry way.

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Landing at Aldera Starport
Allies: [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


Once the ship cleared the Atmosphere Cole made his way to the first open spot at the Starport. They were making slow progress but it beat being blown out of the air by the Mandalorian Fleet that was there monitoring the traffic on and off of the planet. It was turning out to be a long and slightly stressful trip for the Echani. He had started to wonder if the trip was even worth it. Sure they had shown a measure of support to the Echani people.

Then again it had not required passing through a Blockade surrounding Eshan............mostly because one didn't exist. In the world of galactic politics Eshan just really didn't matter to anyone but the Echani. Sure the Supreme Chancellor had paid a visit but that was about it and even then it was not much of a visit. Just a single man on a single ship out in the middle of the snow.

 

[Nick Sept]

Allies: [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Khyros Sunblade"] [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Enemies: Fate, probably Ali Hadrix, definitely [member="Miss Blonde"] but that's another story for another time.
Location: Approahcing the throne room
Gear: Cyborg chassis, steel toed boots. Left the knife on the ship. Too much trouble. Kept the cigar and the lighter, though.
Entourage: Taizen "Poet" Neft and Yuri "Laughingstock" Briva. Neither are armed.
Objective: Never stays the same through a thread, but now it's either a rescue mission or driving a snow-mobile. We'll see.


(OOC: nobody answered me about meeting with security before leaving the ship, so I'm assuming they'll be vetted at the palace.)




Sept walked by cordially and approached another man at the starport. Matthew Mar'tin. The newest legal advisor to the Republic. Expert council. Hell, he half wanted to ask about the legal rights concerning the massive breach of service contracts relating to Eshan. But today was aday of ealing with the current crises, not the next one. Not yet, anyhow.


"Hello, Matthew," the clone said, his voice slightly grated. "Good to find you here," he said, avoiding the word 'see,' as he remembered how sensitive some folks had been when he'd been blinded. That was a hell of a month. Still, not even the closest he'd cut it lately. Ah well, tact was useful upon occasion, even if he was unsure how much he had for this mess. "Come, you can share a skycar with me to the Sen--"



At this moment, Sept didn't vanish, but everythign around him did. He saw...a mountain. And some sort of large creature falling. And a voice, in pain...a voice he heard before.



"Nick? NICK!" Yuri punched him in the shoulder. "Snap out of it."


The Senator shook his head, as if dispelling some daydream. "Sorry. I kinda vacced out there. I think...I think I need to skip this meeting."


Yuri and Poet both stared at him. Poet spoke up first. "Nick, I know it was a long flight, but this is no time to play hookie."


"Sorry. Instincts are telling me I've got somewhere else to be. Something more urgent. I've got a dumb hunch. Martin, Yuri, Taizen, go grab a car and head to the Senate. Taizen, record everything. All of it. I don't have the seniority or the clout to make this happen, but I can help in other ways. Ways that matter," he said, more sternly than his usual flippant tone. He then regressed to cheesiness. "Besides, the roryalty of Alderaan doesn't want to hear a scarred soldier vent at them. I'm going to go help someone."


"And if the negotiations should go south, Senator Sept?" Yuri glared at him, adjuster her sleeve.


"Then run, and make sure Mister Mar'tin here gets back to the ship in one piece. I can keep up with a world like this, trust me."


The clones nodded. "Alright, cutie," Yuri said to Mattew with a chuckle. "Let's get that car so we can hit the palace, and you can prove how clever you are. Sept apparently is off to do some good, whatever that means," she half-grumbled as they got a car. "C'mon. We'll head in quickly."



Sept walked over to a different vendor--a speeder-bike rental agency. He slammed some credits on the desk. "Something fast that doesn't hate the snow, please. I need to head out for a joy ride...."

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Location: Space/New Aldera
Objective: Liaison with the Organa's
Enemies: None
Allies: Everyone?
Gear: Titanium armor pieces to coincide with his clothing, a double bladed saber and a single bladed saber

"We've been clearance to land so long as we follow a specified route," the communications officer said. "They seem to think we're part and parcel with the Republic, but they're still allowing us down."

"Alright," the captain said. "Let's follow their directives and no one will get hurt. Helm, all ahead full on the designated flight path."

Barrien left the bridge slightly amused by what the communications officer had said. The Jedi Order, under his Master Corvus Raaf, had left the Republic behind because of its inability to live up to the standards that had been set for it, and its propensity for using Jedi as weapons rather than as peacekeepers and mediators. He and Corvus had openly discussed the fact that the Jedi could never do what they were meant to do so long as they were under the thumb of one of the galactic governments. It just wasn't possible when they were constantly being used and given orders. So now they were outside of those bounds.

Inside his quarters he deposited his wrist shield and his lance. They were too openly militaristic in nature, though he used them purely for defense. He knew how people would observe them, and didn't want that stigma slapped on his back as he moved around on Alderaan. Barrien was not a soldier. He knew how to fight rather well, as all noblemen did on Oaken Dawn, but Barrien was a person who did not enjoy combat. He would rather talk than fight, which went entirely against the Echani part of him.

When the ship landed at the starport, he walked out of it and stopped to take a breath. The usual customs and port security officials were approaching but the Captain soon left the ship and he would let him deal with them. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the Force flow through and around him. While his mind told him that, as a foreign noble himself, and a representative of the Jedi Order, he should go to the palace, the Force was telling him differently. It was directing him further, to a single spark within the Force that it had picked out among all of the others in the city around them. Curious.

So he set off and made his way through the city, following the direction of the Force until he reached the Royal Museum. Now he was most curious. Entering, he made his way through the labyrinth of rooms, trusting that the Force would show him to the right person. Barrien was a blind follower. He would always do what the Force wished. And soon enough it proved true as he came to a stopping point near a large painting which a rather striking woman was viewing. He held his helm beneath his arm as he stood a bit behind, making very little noise while he regarded the painting for a moment. The way this woman looked at it, he was certain there was a connection between them. Was this one of the Organa's?

"There is little like the love shared between a father and a daughter," he said aloud after a few moments. "That sort of bond is never broken."

[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Khyros Sunblade]

Location: Landing on Alderaan
Allies: Diplomacy
Enemies: Hostility
Equipment: A very nicely tailored suit, a very expensive pen that will write upside or in zero gee, polished shoes, an excellent haircut, a winning smile, the desire for peace

"You'll figure out the rest when you get there. Dealing with Mandos is always a learning experience."

"Sounds like I should just stay on my toes." He grinned as the ship landed at the spaceport. The cargo hold disgorged an unarmored ground effect vehicle, and the pilot could be heard respectfully talking with the Alderaan transit authority about the vehicle. "Mother always wanted me to be a dancer."

He stood and led the way down the passenger ramp. When a group of guards tried to follow him out, he raised his hand to stop them.

"Senate guard will remain on this ship, weapons are to remain locked down in the locker. Consider this a mildly uncomfortable, high stress vacation with pay. I'll be bringing the Marshal, he'll act as driver and having the pilot gone from the ship should put more people at ease." The Justice Ministry Marshal, who was also the pilot, squeezed past the uneasy guardsmen. At a look from Khyros he went back in and stowed his weapons. Unarmed, they moved to the waiting ground effect vehicle. Khyros held the door for [member="gael bar ammon"]. "Let's see who else from the Republic has arrived."

They got in and began to drive to the Palace.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Space
Gear: Signature
Objective: I'm doing stuff
Allies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]
Enemies: None

Draco's eyes closed and the Mandalorian's presence collapsed focusing on a single continent on the planet below him. He lost her in his mind's eye. He knew she was down there somewhere, he had just lost track of her for a moment. After a minute of standing still, he could sense her, but at this range he could only barely place her somewhere on the continent, and he could feel the slight twinge of fear and pain in her aura. She needed him.

"Rach, you have the con. Keep me appraised, maintain communication with me. Put up interdiction at optimum range just in case." He was fast talking, moving from the viewport across the bridge as he moved. "Have a shuttle prepared for me to go to the surface." As he walked, he noticed Rach's eyes following him curiously as he moved through the bridge.

"Right away Commander." the captain said with a nod opening a channel to the hangars to have Draco's transport made ready for his arrival. Once Draco had left the bridge, Rach moved his attention back to the fleet. "Activate Interdiction fields at optimum weapon ranges, put four squadrons of Avenger Stealth fighters into the void on alert at long range. Keep the Vigilance network pinging through hyperspace, and keep the Rekali-class squadron at rest in our back line." The captain's voice could be heard through the comm channels on each vessel, as the Alor-class Dreadnought's escorts fulfilled his orders.

Draco moved through the ship quickly, reducing his focus to conserve energy as trams took him to the Ori'drahr's port hangar, where a shuttle sat waiting to take him to the surface. "Commander, we are ready when you are." The pilot said, waiting for him at the base of the boarding ramp.

"Good, lets get moving. Someone put me in contact with New Aldera Air Control while we are in transit." The big man walked past the pilot into the shuttle, taking a seat in the passenger compartment and hunching over. All he knew was she was in some kind of distress. That was enough for him to warrant going to the planet and leaving Rach in direct control. Rach was capable, more than capable, or he wouldn't have been entrusted with the Alor-class in the first place. Besides, this way Draco wouldn't look silly if he got to the planet and she was simply distressed from having to deal with the Republic and Alyesa. Both of those could be a pain sometimes, the Republic seemed to always be a pain.

Engine lights turned green and power cycled through the small shuttle as it powered up, moving out of the hangar and swinging towards the planet's surface.

Fleet

Spoiler

Alor-class Dreadnought
Guardian-class Shield Support Carrier

• 1 of 6, Rekali-class Space Superiority Fighter Squadron

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)

• 4 of 7.5 Avenger-class Stealth Fighter Squadrons

8060 Meters

 

[Gael bar Ammon]

Location: Alderaan
Allies: Galactic Republic - Khyros Sunblade, [member="Jack Sparrow"]
Enemies: None
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Nothing of note

Gael smirked slightly at Khyros' joke. He personally didn't find it too humorous, but he could tell the senator was joking and didn't want to be rude. The ship came to an audible halt as it landed on the surface and there was a rush of air as the cabin pressurized with the outside atmosphere.

Khyros instructed the entourage of guards to stow their weapons. They were going in unarmed. A gamble, but one that would pay off if the Mandalorians were as trigger happy as they seemed. While the Mandalorians were definitely the stronger presence on Alderaan, it was in everyone's best interests to avoid war. While the Republic being wiped out could very well be a possibility, it would leave the United Clans ripe for the picking should the One Sith or another faction decide to engage and finish the job. The time for analytics would come, and soon. Gael entered the shuttle with Khyros and his now unarmed guards. The door closed behind him and they began their travel to the royal palace.

After a few minutes, they had arrived. He looked out the window of the enclosed shuttle as they slowed their approach to stop. The Royal Guard was present in numbers, but that was to be expected. More surprisingly was the sight of Mandalorians supporting the guards in their duties. While he was confident there would be no attack, the seemingly hostile presence made him uneasy. The traditional Mandalorian armor was intimidating and Gael knew it's effects from when he wore the same armor. Despite years of wearing it, it's intimidation factor never faded. Add to the fact that the ambassador was unarmed, unarmored, and was deprived of all protection upon entry, he was on edge.

Upon exiting the shuttle, their party was escorted by royal guardsmen to where they would be received. Gael stood tall with a proud posture, visually unaffected by the situation at hand. He offered no words to his legislative counterpart as he thought there was little else to say at that moment. After a short walk, they had been led to the outside of what appeared to be the throne room. It appeared there were already a few from both sides of the aisle present. There was only one face Gael had recognized, and it was that of the Supreme Chancellor.

"Chancellor.", Gael greeted with a nod as he approached. He was sure Khyros was not far behind in the slightest. "What are we waiting on?", he asked.

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Location: Outside the Throne Room
Objective: Negotiations
Allies: The Republic
Potential Enemies: Unknown

"Someone to open those doors," replied Jack, pointing. "I briefly considered throwing them open myself and yelling 'Surprise!', but wasn't sure that was the best way to approach the situation."

[member="Gael bar Ammon"]

 

[Reen Lorgon]

Location: Landing pad on Alderaan
Objective: Wait for [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] to sort stuff out
Allies: GR
Enemies: Whoever decides to attack me

They'd landed on Alderaan, taking a landing pad that wasn't quite theirs. Mar'Tin had left, leaving some stuff on the ship and taking a key. Reen had no reason to go with him, so he sat on his ship, waiting for the negotiations to end or for something to violently explode. The blockade above wasn't the most reassuring sight, as it would present a problem if things went sideways and they had to leave.

"Gree, keep the engines ready, and if you can, get a secure channel to the Republic. I'm gonna go take a nap."

With that, he stood, and made his way to his quarters.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: Royal Palace (Courtyard), Aldera
Objective: Moving this Show Along
Allies: [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Oron Verd"]
Neutral: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Suravi Teigra"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Khyros Sunblade"], [member="Jack Sparrow"],
Enemies: N/A

Note: Mando'a is italicized.​

"Both sides, eh?"

The initial statement was uttered in Galactic Basic, the tongue that practically every sentient in the Galaxy frequented. However, having heard the words of the Republic commander, the Mandalorian decided to address her in a mutual tongue. Frankly, Isley liked Mando'a over the Basic tongue as it was. Sounded better. Sounded intimidating. He liked sounding tough, okay? "Consider yourself lucky that the Clans have not deemed the Republic a True Enemy. If that were the case, you would be Soulless for even thinking that both sides was an option." he began. "In any case, since you're 'on our side' as well...From who do you hail? Which is your Clan?"

With that question in that air, Isley continued to lead their group forward. He paused before the towering doors of the courtyard, pushing their mammoth forms open with a solid shove. By then, Vilaz had made his remark...and Isley, honestly, agreed. Roche had left a horrendous taste in the mouth of the Mandalorians; but from what he had heard, Alderaan had a long history of not being satisfied. Their secession was simply the logical conclusion to a long story. A very long story. "Easy with the fangs, little brother." he said, giving the Field Marshal a pat on the shoulder as he moved past. While they were not members of the same Clan, nor related by blood, Wayland had forged a bond between the two.

And frankly, Isley liked the Redneck. He might actually be the first Korun to like one, by his recollection.

In but a few moments' time, the group of Mandalorians, Aldera Guardsmen, and Republic Politicians grew outside the throne room doors. Zef commented on the appearance of the one the Republic had chose to lead them...and Isley cocked an eyebrow. Thankfully, his skeptical expression was veiled behind his buy'ce, but he was of the same mind as his Scoundrel friend. "I want to say 'never judge a book by its cover', but this is the Republic we're referring to." he began. "Heh. No. Supreme Chancellor Verd does not have a nice ring to it. At all." With a slight chuckle, Isley came to a halt before the delegation gathered at the door. It was then that he noticed a particular lack of vode.

After all, if the Republic was going to cram politicians down the Organas' throats, there should at least be a Mandalorian presence at the negotiations. As an Alor, Isley had the room to participate; for he aided in making the decision to move on Alderaan in the first place. As a "politician", he had experience. The Confederacy had provided him that much. So, he at least would know his ass from his elbow when it came to wooing the lovely nobility.

To the Chancellor [member="Jack Sparrow"], Isley simply said: "As much as I'd love to see you dive at the door, and believe you me...it'd make my day...I'll see us in. The name is Isley, Alor of Clan Verd." Then to [member="Gael bar Ammon"], the former Mandalorian "Foreign Minister", Isley gave a slight nod. It took stones to speak in the Alore Council. Even greater stones to speak out of turn to Olivia of all people. Frankly, the fact that he still breathed was luck at its finest. "I see you've found those who appreciate your mindset, Gael." With that said, placed his hands upon the throne room doors, pushed them open, and led the way inside. Before so much as uttering a single word, he placed his dominant hand upon his chest; fingers splayed neatly upon his sternum. A respectful bow was rendered, for he was in the presence of royalty.

"Excellencies, my name is Isley. Alor of Clan Verd. If it pleases your graces, I would like to stand as one of the Mandalorian voices during these negotiations. My fellows, Zef Halo, Oron Verd, and Vilaz Munin-" he began, motioning to each of the three. "Are here as an augmentation of your security. And these esteemed guests are the Republic delegation." The "tone" of the word esteemed was two hairs from being snarkastic. Regardless, he motioned to the Republicans and awaited the words of the monarchs.

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]

 

[Claire Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Location, New Aldera City, Royal Museum of Alderaan[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: Unknown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: who knows[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She couldn’t help but be lost in the painting a voice however brought her from her trancelike state. She turned to see [member="Barrien Siegfried"] , “No there isn’t and when you think she was adopted” Claire turned back to the painting, “ that he loved her so much is amazing and the artist seemed to have caught that here.” Claire was still learning other things about Leia and Bail Organa, like his wife was the Queen for starters and she believed in education. Probably why all of them struggled so hard to learn everything they could.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Claire smiled, “I’m Claire Organa” She offered her hand “ you sir do not look like you’re from Alderaan.” No he didn’t what was it though that immediately made her say that. “have you visited the museum in the past? It’s undergoing a face lift right now. There are other paintings and fossils, and House History.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She knew the Republic was sending delegates, was he one of them, did he need a guide, should she ask, or wait. Wait. She would wait.[/SIZE]

 

[Faith Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Juran Mountains[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies - Unknown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] anyone who looks for Faith[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It was cold Faith pulled her knees to her chest, [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]“ok ok..”[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] She reached back the Thranta was not in good shape.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith looked around, they were pretty high up, and maze was somewhere below her. So how was someone going to find her? Did they know she had not come in yet?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She didn’t know and she wasn’t about to sit here and not do something. There wasn’t enough body heat to keep them both going.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]So, options.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]One, stay put. Freeze.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Two. Move. Keep warm.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Three? Was there a three?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I’m sorry, this is my fault you’re hurt. Kark.” She stroked its neck again, “Ok I have to go get help. So. You hang in there, and I’ll be back”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith struggled to her feet, at least she had riding clothes on they provided some protection against the cold but the more they got wet. Well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith moved through the snow, one step at a time, each step brought the snow to her knees. “I can do this” Snow as far as the eye could see and the tree line far below. The snow wasn’t quite so pretty right now not like it was from a distance all sparkles and white, no right now it was fething annoying.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She knew she wouldn’t make it out before dark, but she was going to make the tree line, and she’d make some kind of shelter. She had to laugh after the removal of the vong forming everything natural to Alderaan was dead, she had insisted on bringing back thranta and manka cats.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Well. She got her wish on both, and now out here like this, there were manka cats, add to that another issue for the night. All because she wanted to have the Alderaan of her childhood.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Feth me, she thought.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Back at the palace[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Throne room, New Aldera Royal Palace[/SIZE]

Those in the throne room or entering the throne room: [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Matthew Mar'Tin"] [member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Khyros Sunblade"] [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Oron Verd"] [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Isley Verd"]

Allies - [member="Samael Rekali"]

[SIZE=12pt]Present the Alderaan Royal Guard - and the gift of two droids and the ysalmiri from [/SIZE] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]

[SIZE=12pt]An Aide enters the throne room and goes to Queen Arianna and whispers, “Majesty, Princess Faith has not returned yet from Crevasse City. We contacted the Chief Engineer, and the Architect. She left almost two hours ago by thranta.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arianna nodded and whispered, “send a search party and notify the Knight-Errant of Aldera his mistress is missing”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arianna looked to the group coming through the doors of the throne room, she stood up. She realized that these people coming in now probably spent more time with Faith in the last few years than anyone in the family.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She could see Supreme Chancellor Jack Sparrow she moved forward, she did not wait for a greeting they could do that after she spoke.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The page to her left hit his ceremonial spear to the floor to call for silence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Delegates of the Republic and our Mandalorian protectors, I have just received word that my daughter Faith is missing. I know that many of you know her, a search party is being dispatched as we speak. As I know more I will let you know But for now please introduce yourselves as I know many names but not many faces.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Faith still acted as Minister of Intelligence for the Republic, and Senator of Alderaan, the outcome of these meetings would affect her status with the Republic. [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]She had hoped Faith would be here to help to understand the Republic, but one does not always get what one wants.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arianna moved back to the throne. Let them bow and curtsy to the Throne of Alderaan.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arianna reflected that when Faith had become depressed and withdrawn after losing her husband and son, Arianna sent her to the Republic to the people before her now to bring her out of it to give her busy hands. Right now, Arianna couldn't do something that simple. No she was helpless and could do nothing but wait and try to understand the people that Faith had worked with these last years.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]This was one of the worst things that could happen, a parent wondering where their child was, and if the child was safe. The very first worst thing, outlive your children. She thought of [member="Ember Rekali"] just then.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arianna looked to [member="Alyesa Organa"] who had not time to answer her question in truth though she knew that Alyesa was ready to bring the concerns of the Alderaan to the delegates she had been waiting for years to tell them what she thought here was her opportunity.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Distracted as Arianna was, she wasn’t certain she could focus mainly on the negotiations.[/SIZE]

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Location: Outside the Throne Room
Objective: Negotiations
Allies: The Republic
Potential Enemies: Unknown

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"] was missing? Jack's brow furrowed. He considered her not only an ally, but a friend and a confidant, and he'd experienced enough to know that that combination came along rarely.

"Jack Sparrow, Supreme Chancellor of the Republic," said Jack, loud enough for the room to hear him. He looked around with a wave, making an attempt to catch everyone's eye as he did so. "Your majesty, if it would help, I'd be happy to forestall any further discussion and help in the search for your daughter, as would others, I'm certain."

 

[Arianna Organa]

Location: Inside the Throne Room
Objective: Negotiations
Allies: The Republic
Potential Enemies: Unknown

"No Chancellor, as we have much to discuss and the distraction, well will be welcome. Besides Faith is always one to do her duty first, we will do ours. Welcome to Alderaan, I believe this is your first visit, is that correct?" Arianna gave him a small smile.

Arianna had prepared for a long day, a long few days actually.

[member="Jack Sparrow"]

 

[Gael bar Ammon]

Location: Alderaan, Throne Room
Allies: Galactic Republic - [member="Jack Sparrow"]
Neutral: [member="Isley Verd"]
Enemies: None
Gear/Vehicle/Ship: Nothing of note

Gael had been welcomed by the Chancellor's lackadaisical joking, an unusual combination for someone in high leadership, but a combination that may help lighten the mood in these tense times...or make it worse. Not long after, they were approached by a Mandalorian, a strangely familiar face. The man introduced himself as Isley, Alor to Clan Verd. The name sounded familiar, though Gael was not confident he had actually ever met the man.

"I see you've found those who appreciate your mindset, Gael.", Isley commented along with a curt nod. "Aye.", Gael responded. He could tell there was a certain degree of snarkiness to the greeting, but Gael dismissed it and took the comment for what it was. "It truly is a shame there wasn't a place in the Clans for me. Mandalore is still near and dear to my heart, no matter where I work."

The doors later opened and all entered. Before long, someone Alderaanian brought to the parties' attention that Senator Balor-Organa was missing. The chancellor was quick to offer the Republic's services to assist in search efforts.

Normally he would fall in line with his superiors, however he did not agree with the chancellor's offer to help. With his aging voice, he chimed in loud enough for everyone to hear yet quiet enough where he wasn't yelling. "With all due respect, chancellor, we simply do not have the resources at the moment.", he said. He didn't care to elaborate, that was all that was needed to be said. Their ships were under constant Mandalorian supervision and Republic personnel were not equipped for search and rescue operations. "Perhaps...", he said suggestively as he half pointed to the Mandalorians on the other side of the room with an open, upwards palm. "...the Clans would be better suited to assist. As of now, they have more personnel, more ships, more equipment. It would be foolish to disperse Republic personnel any more than we already are." As soon as the words left his mouth, he almost regretted saying them. Not only did his suggestion undermine the chancellor, but he also acknowledged Mandalorian superiority and suggested the use of their resources on their behalf, or at least it sounded that way.

"Surely the Clans have the resources to spare.", Gael asked as he turned to face the Mandos on the other side of the room. "Let us acquaint ourselves with one another. Too many people will bog down the process anyways.", he said in reference to the search.