Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
Belsavis
Noteworthy Aspects: Prison World, Restricted World, Vine-coffee and vine-silk plantations, primary StarCaf production facility
Military Classification: C
Restricted World - A world with high security. Non-military populations are kept to a minimum and closely watched.
C - Unassuming systems with low to moderate strategic value, these worlds come with much the same as Class B worlds [They have a large, singular defense force on the ground, usually centered in the capital city, with dozens of fighters for support and a dozen defense stations in orbit], only with half as many defense stations. A single Task Force patrols these systems at all times.
The world of Belsavis, relatively close to the Neutral Zone and the nearest Fringe territory, suffered from a fundamental inconsistency in its security profile. Only half a dozen orbital defense stations, a few dozen fighters, and a single major ground force near Plett's Well were tasked with monitoring the entire world, especially its prison-y aspects. But Belsavis was close enough to higher-security systems that reinforcements could show up if those meagre defense forces picked up more trouble than they could handle. Thus, the first priority for Ashin Varanin was to enter and leave Belsavis quietly. She had no desire to drop the Chrysalide, the Chimaera and the rest on this system. One cloaked Fringe Confederation Sekairo-class transport -- that was the way forward, the ship and its crew hidden from the Force.
The transport's hatch cracked over an icy trail on a canyon wall. Ashin snugged her facewrap a little tighter under the fur-lined hood and hopped down into the blizzard. In shin-deep snow, she headed down the familiar trail. Winds permitting, the transport would stay airborne and cloaked, out here thousands of kilometres from what passed for civilization on Belsavis. The place where she, Anaya Fen, Darron Wraith and Spencer Jacobs had gone -- years ago, chasing Darth Apparatus -- was on few maps, and separate from the better-secured vaults beneath the Belsavian tundra. It was anyone's guess whether the Protectorate had discovered this particular cave, but based on its remoteness and the fact that Omni's forces had hidden it in ages gone by, she really doubted it.
Her primary guard for this particular excursion was [member="Dak Canton"], a longtime Fringe specops contractor and, entertainingly enough, the photogenic public face of Akure Executive Leatherworks. Not public face as in figurehead. Public face as in model. He also happened to be entertainingly lethal, so there was that. She didn't wait for him: he could keep up with a limping woman who'd abandoned youth.
The trail wound along the side of the canyon in near-whiteout conditions. A good two hours would get them to the tributary canyon that held the buried entrance.
Oh, and [member="Jared Ovmar"] was along for the ride, because of course he was.
Noteworthy Aspects: Prison World, Restricted World, Vine-coffee and vine-silk plantations, primary StarCaf production facility
Military Classification: C
Restricted World - A world with high security. Non-military populations are kept to a minimum and closely watched.
C - Unassuming systems with low to moderate strategic value, these worlds come with much the same as Class B worlds [They have a large, singular defense force on the ground, usually centered in the capital city, with dozens of fighters for support and a dozen defense stations in orbit], only with half as many defense stations. A single Task Force patrols these systems at all times.
The world of Belsavis, relatively close to the Neutral Zone and the nearest Fringe territory, suffered from a fundamental inconsistency in its security profile. Only half a dozen orbital defense stations, a few dozen fighters, and a single major ground force near Plett's Well were tasked with monitoring the entire world, especially its prison-y aspects. But Belsavis was close enough to higher-security systems that reinforcements could show up if those meagre defense forces picked up more trouble than they could handle. Thus, the first priority for Ashin Varanin was to enter and leave Belsavis quietly. She had no desire to drop the Chrysalide, the Chimaera and the rest on this system. One cloaked Fringe Confederation Sekairo-class transport -- that was the way forward, the ship and its crew hidden from the Force.
The transport's hatch cracked over an icy trail on a canyon wall. Ashin snugged her facewrap a little tighter under the fur-lined hood and hopped down into the blizzard. In shin-deep snow, she headed down the familiar trail. Winds permitting, the transport would stay airborne and cloaked, out here thousands of kilometres from what passed for civilization on Belsavis. The place where she, Anaya Fen, Darron Wraith and Spencer Jacobs had gone -- years ago, chasing Darth Apparatus -- was on few maps, and separate from the better-secured vaults beneath the Belsavian tundra. It was anyone's guess whether the Protectorate had discovered this particular cave, but based on its remoteness and the fact that Omni's forces had hidden it in ages gone by, she really doubted it.
Her primary guard for this particular excursion was [member="Dak Canton"], a longtime Fringe specops contractor and, entertainingly enough, the photogenic public face of Akure Executive Leatherworks. Not public face as in figurehead. Public face as in model. He also happened to be entertainingly lethal, so there was that. She didn't wait for him: he could keep up with a limping woman who'd abandoned youth.
The trail wound along the side of the canyon in near-whiteout conditions. A good two hours would get them to the tributary canyon that held the buried entrance.
Oh, and [member="Jared Ovmar"] was along for the ride, because of course he was.