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(Archive Please) We Built These Walls

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[member="Agenor Dyre"], [member="Amaya Verd"], [member="Anika Nygaard"], [member="Artemis Lux"], [member="Briika Tor"], [member=Butterfly], [member="Cabur Aranar"], [member="Diana Veneris"], [member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Jagen Wren"], [member="James Solaris"], [member="Kad Tor"], [member=Malok], [member=Mór-rioghain], [member="Mesh'la Dral"], [member="Odion Kryze"], [member="Shia LeFett"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Xander Carrick"], [member="Zeradias Mant"]​
Mercenaries hear about a job contract, hunting Gamorreans. These Gamorreans are hard warriors, and have fought for several generations. They have lived here since before the ancient Battle of Yavin, dating almost a thousand years ago. The new Settlers had taken up residence to get away from the Chaos of the Galaxy, only to be plagued by bandits, slavers, and ruthless attacks by Gamorreans. Perhaps, the job piqued their interest from the individual that had recently taken up his mantle, Eddak Manod, becoming King and growing. He was a seasoned warrior of Fort Galderra, fighting many wars against the Gamorreans, even pushing them back and making them rethink future attacks, but his largest accomplishment being that of taking the life of a long lived leader of a small crime organization that had his fingers in many places around the galaxy, enslaving, stealing, and other nasty dealings.


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The Forts new walls were coming up, along with the King's Estate, and the new Storehouse Magazine. The Ship Port was undergoing construction, trying to make it look presentable. It had only been a couple months since Eddak killed Neldar, and things were going great. He had already freed many who had been taken captive by the criminal, making the peoples voices cry out Eddaks name in joy. To believe, Eddak did nothing in his younger years but take up arms and protect his home, his mother, from invading Gamorreans, and then... leading up to this. A King. Fort Galderra, his people, his land. Pzob, the next conquest that laid just overhead. Absolutely filled with Gamorrean villages. Beacons, lighting up the space above, showing safe atmospheric entrance locations to avoid surface weapons from said villages. But other than the hostilities and threats of the planet, Pzob was a paradise. Much like the New World. It had lush forests, clear waters, and beautiful tropical biomes along its ocean coasts. It was clean, not plagued by industry or pollution. Even the Fuel Derrick put together by the old government of Fort Galderra ensured measures were taken so that the moon pool it laid over did not become blackened. Fort Galderra was Eddaks home, and Pzob... his front yard.

Still, lacking in general technology, Fort Galderra had to make up for its lack of other materials and metals, so trade routes had always been around. Communications networks, security, everything was there. Just... downgraded. Now, with Galderra's official Ship Port, they had higher rate of space traffic, and they had to accommodate. The Ship Port itself was similar to the size of multiple Football fields, with a great wall going up and around all of it. Inside, it was near-barren, with landing pads all over, ground-level for the smaller ships. A few larger hangars with their own artificial gravity were shoved into the walls, helpful with maintenance. All the ship port had in terms of sealing itself up when it closed, or to avfoid weather conditions, was a very light, very weak forcefield. It only protected against environmental forms, like wind, snow, and rain... sometimes little bits of debris, but not much else. Still, Fort Galderra had some sort of defense, surface missiles which were deadly to small aircraft, and could deal enough damage to larger vessels to deter them. This, of course, if we were talking against standard vessels of design.

Eddak, himself, was lounging about in the local Ale House of the town. His homestead was bare, left over from when he was a kid, so it was old, and not very spectacular. He was truly... part of the community here. Born and raised... raised above all else. He was supposed to meet some mercenaries that recently took up his business proposition. Not unexpected... really. Before Eddak took over the old criminals company, there wasn't much in terms of credits that could be given out. So... small amounts were offered, nothing would bite. When Eddak increased it, due to the coffers growth, he had hoped something would at least nibble. These people that stated they'd be arriving... he didn't know them at all, never heard of them. But anyone with a weapon and enough guts to hunt down Gamorreans were good in his book. Around these parts, Gamorreans are the bane of society and community. They had killed countless Galderra denizens, and attacked for countless generations. The people of Galderra looked at them as nothing more than animals... animals that forced the Fort to bunker down every single day without a wink of sleep.



At the ship port, Eddaks Formal Advisor would be waiting. The Formal Advisor was one of many Advisors that stood by Eddaks side. They had command of anything they were assigned to... the Formal Advisor was in charge of foreign and internal affairs, to greet, welcome, aid, and help those who visit the King places to rest, to relax, and sleep. They also managed formal events and parades and such, and today, he would be greeting the mercenaries. Once they arrived in Pzob space, a traffic control officer would greet them, and direct them to land, clearing them.
 

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