Blow the Wind Westerly [TU Dominion of Maramere]

[Tmoxin Temi]

Maramere is an aquatic world with precious few interesting features. Aside from, you know, water. There are a few dozen island chains scattered throughout the planet's surface, but these are like specks of dust in an infinite ocean. Nevertheless, the Techno Union has need for this world. Or rather, the Techno Union has need to drive some enemies hostile to it from the world.

There are four, count them - FOUR objectives.

A: The Trade Federation

Centuries ago, the Trade Federation used Maramere as a repository for the stygium crystals they harvested from Aeten II. Most of those repositories have been either destroyed by the passage of time or looted by treasure hunters and fortune seekers. Most of them were thought long gone, but the Techno Union likes to search for these things thoroughly. We've found one in an extensive underwater research facility located within Maramere's Northernmost oceans.

Hop into one of our aquatic vehicles, breach the facility, see what you can find. In addition to the Stygium crystals inside, we're willing to bet good money that the Trade Federation have at least one schematic or bioweapon in the works still inside.

B: The Retail Conglomerate

Those rat bastards in the Retail Conglomerate are stirring up trouble on our turf again. They've set up a water purification plant on one of Maramere's tropical islands. Our spies report that they're planning on shipping cheap water to Tatooine en masse. They'll use the revenue to buy out the Tatooine's moisture farmers and destroy any of the other scarce sources of water on the planet. They'll follow that up by ceasing all water shipments from Maramere. A water crisis on Tatooine would have to be dealt with by the Techno Union, not to mention incredibly costly and a blow to international prestige. So, obviously we're not going to allow that to happen.

Join the strike team heading for the facility and capture it. The Retail Conglomerate have already had to deal with several nationalistic Mere militias, so the plant is heavily fortified. On that note, the Retail Conglomerate actually has permission from the Mereish government to operate on the planet. You will need to dress up as pirates for this.

C: The Sons of Quodeith Blei

We are all intimately familiar with the cell of Yuuzhan-Vong we drove off of Rodia. Although they are all long dead, exterminated on one of the few planets they fled to in the wake of their eviction from Rodia, their relatives on other systems have risen together to more coherently oppose us. They style themselves as the Sons of Quodeith Blei- the most influential high priest we had executed in Rodia's capitol building. They've sworn to stir up trouble in this sector until the deaths of Vong on Rodia are avenged.

Like that'll ever happen.

The Prime Minister of Maramere, Grell Lorj, will be giving a speech today to a crowd of three hundred thousand Mere, Neimoidians, Twi'leks, and Mon Calamari. Grell Lorj is a staunch ally of the free market. His only qualm is that he doesn't know which corporate juggernaut to ally himself with. Will it be the Retail Conglomerate or the Techno Union? As such, Grell Lorj has invited dozens of representatives from both parties to witness the speech and schmooze him afterwards.

The Sons of Quodeith Blei are planning his assassination. I am told it will be gruesome. We know they will try something, but we don't know how or when. The Retail Conglomerate also knows something will go down, but we don't believe they know it will be perpetrated by Vong. Grell Lorj and the Maramere government seem to be the only ones who don't know there will be an attempt on his life during the speech.

Disrupting the assassination and capturing the perpetrators will bring us a lot of prestige. Not only that, but Grell Lorj will be endeared to our cause. But the Retail Conglomerate knows this as well, so we'll need to compete against their top security contractors to foil the attempt and unravel the conspiracy before they do.

You guys can do that, I'm sure. I have faith in you.

D. Meet the Mere

The capital city of Point Modie is a large island with the Silver Cloud cantina as a main focal point. This is where the native Mere go to relax and do business. After the invasion of Geonosis maybe your character just needs a break from all of the fighting. Hang out and drink at the cantina with fellow Techno Union folks or establish a resort off of one of the many islands on this oceanic planet. Maramere used to be a prosperous resort world at one point in time. Why not open a Tropical Getaway with golf, private retreats, a day spa, jet skiing, windsurfing and whatever else you can dream up? Claim this place as your own, build a mansion, surround yourself with Twi'leks and become reclusive like Howard Hughes. Paradise awaits.

As always you can ignore the painstaking work of the two writers who lovingly crafted these objectives ([member="Adekos"] and Tmoxin Temi) and do your own thang!

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective: A - Diving In
[1/20]

The aquatic world of Maramere was coveted for a singular reason. It was not because of its resort-level beaches or temperate climate. It was not due to its strategic position in the Outer Rim. For many with a militant mind, this world had only a single trait of value: Stygium. In recent history, Maramere had come under the occupation of Protectorate dogs. They, in their infinite avarice, supposedly stripped the world completely of the resource that made it valuable. However, intelligence provided by the SpyNet said otherwise.

Apparently the Protectorate missed a spot: a Vault under the sea.

So, the capitalist heroes of the Galaxy rode forth to claim this treasure and the world itself. Among them was Dagora-Kel, a member of the nation's executive board. As his corporation revolved around the creation of starships, acquiring Stygium was something he was completely on board with. As such, when the detachment of Union vessels disembarked from hyperspace, Dagora personally joined the envoy that was bound for the oceans below.

For this momentous occasion, Dagora had brought one of his corporation's own Albatross-class Submersible Destroyers. This behemoth was as stealthy as could be, and would prove a great asset in defending the Vault once it was claimed. Furthermore, it could assault enemies above whilst sailing twenty thousand leagues below. Needless to say, the Dar'manda was at the helm of this beast when it was dropped down to the planet's surface.

There was a splash, a few engine tests, and then complete submersion.

 

[Brooke Waters]

Objective: Make a Resort, get a tan, look hot.
1/20


Maramere was the world that Marek had left in his notes. Her cousin had a lot of this casino stuff planned out. He wanted to take the world over and set up a facility on it for Bright Star. Not just a facility, the facility. Something to rival even Rio Vivo (Which was totally awesome) but in the Techno Union space. There were some markers on a map and really, once the movement happened? She checked with Saiba Group and Eridium, and they were out start the contruction.

Even the fething contractors were contacted.

Why did Marek need Token running the facility? Right, he was out doing his Dark Side thing. It was nice, Token liked the dark side. It was sexy. It was dangerous. It was taboo.

She preferred the sunshine though, so she wasn’t one of those ‘only wear black’ and ‘only go out at night’ dark siders. Sure, okay, she had a black dress on over her black bikini. But… that was different. She was at the water’s edge. There was an island behind the construction site, and she had wanted to check it out.

There was a boat, and she had a datapad that could be reached. But she knew that the contractors knew what they needed to do. It wasn’t like Bright Star was a new place. The trick was the interior design.

But that was getting handled today, wasn’t it? She hoped that some of the Techno Union folk were excited for it. She really was. She wanted to put an outdoor plaza, where there could be dancing and people could park watercraft and airspeeders. The blonde did have a small watercraft she drove over to the island. Feet in the sand definitely felt nice.

And sure, she was working, but a little sun? That wasn’t against the rules, was it?

Nope.

 

[Siyndacha Aerin]

Location: An island behind Bright Star's construction site
Objective: [member="Token Waters"]
Post: 1/20

Full circle: she was back to where she started, but not in terms of progress. Force only knew what [member="Darth Carach"] was up to, and she was getting fed up with men that would take her in with promises of granting her their knowledge, only to be so occupied with other things, other people that she was left entirely to her own pursuits. Very well. She could work with that. Marek, for his part, left her with much to do with her time and she found this appreciable. So appreciable that... well, that would be telling.

She was well aware of the intentions that any and every company in the Techno Union had for Maramere, and in reviewing the specifics of each project during approvals, she came across the proposal from Bright Star (a formality, really) and it had given her pause and urged her to query the fact that the Foreman wasn't handling the new facility himself, but she knew why; the subtext of her question had been 'why her?' and all she'd gotten was a frustrating grin in response. When it came time for the people to begin working their will on the former Protectorate world, Aerin had become so worked up over the other blonde being here instead of across the galaxy that she'd gotten it in her head to hunt Token down and... do what, exactly? We'll see.

Such a pursuit was an exercise in frustration to start with, as she'd made the assumption that an overseer would be on site, but said overseer was nowhere to be found. After some further seeking, she was led to the beach. Of course, the beach! This was Token, and their whatever-it-was had been marked at waypoints with beaches. They'd met on a beach!... but Miss Waters was still nowhere to be found, at least until she overheard a few men on the beach drooling over something, someone they'd seen, and it sounded exactly like the woman she sought. Thus, she'd secured a watercraft and went chasing off to an island situated behind the site of Bright Star's facility, where she found her quarry.

"You're in the area," she said, voice raised on her approach in snug, dark shorts and a white sleeveless top over a red bikini, "and you don't even grant me the courtesy of a hello?"

Fighting words, if not for the sarcastic tint of them.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: A
Location: Space in Avenger-class Starfighter
Allies: [member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"] [member="Dagora-Kel"]

Maramere, the mostly aquatic world filled the viewscreen as the Avenger slipped out of hyperspace. Zreame and I had spoken about checking out a facility set deep in the ocean together as part of her training. It would be a good test of both of our abilities with the Force and would allow me to properly gauge her abilities and potential within the Force while we did something fun with each other and took our minds off our hardships. Mostly me taking my mind off my own hardships. The past few weeks had been interesting to say the least, and I was still picking up what was left around me.

Training Zreame had been good for me, but I could always use some action in the field. Slowly I began the descent towards the planet, letting the fighter do most of the work and keeping it angled close to where the facility was located. "Alright Zreame, no changes from a Starfighter till just before we hit water, then its just letting the droid activate the hydrostatic field and the engine sealants so we can slip into the water no issues. Got it?" I asked calmly. I wanted to make sure she knew what was up before we just dove into a possible hell hole.

 

[Brooke Waters]

Objective: Make a resort. Have an awkward conversation with Sindy, maybe kiss her. Maybe.
2/20

Really, it didn’t bother her the looks she was getting. Sure, a younger and little less… jaded Token would probably have played around with the men for a little bit. Well, y’kow, not that way, but flirted and talked them up and gotten a free ride, and a trip to the island. But right now? Well, she still wanted to get the free ride. But business was calling, or something.

There were so many people from the Techno Union, at times she was missing the darkness of space that the Primeval fleet allowed for. She liked that group, and they allowed her to… find herself. In a way. The blonde was approaching her actual nature. She was nice, sure, she was living, definitely, but she was also a siren. A banshee. She was there to protect those who needed protection and she was there to show people that she was worth their time and fear.

Was she getting a bit darker? Yes, but this wasn’t school-girl-Jedi-Wannabe-Token. This was a girl who survived in the Netherworld, who found herself living on the fringes of the galaxy. A girl who knew that she was the reason her parents were gone.

Tangled blonde mane (the wind and sea air did wonders for Token’s hair, clearly) was trying to be un-knotted by a hand running through her hair. She had her dress off and was, well, being all Token. Not that ditzy Token anymore. But still, Token. Trying to find something to smile at, even if Maramere as a planet was a reason to smile.

She heard the voice. It was her. That voice. Part of Token wanted to bounce around and turn and tackles Sindy into the sand. But then she also was kind of growing up. She did bite her lip as she turned around, surveying the lovely technomancer. “I’ve been writing, haven’t heard much back.” See? That was something Token did do. Still, her town was a bit darker, but her smile? That was bright.

[member="Siyndacha Aerin"]

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Location: Maramere Spaceport
Allies: Anyone who wants a vacation
Enemies: The corporate rat race
1/20

Venussia Sasko, CEO of Eridum Industries, was supposed to be scouting locations for some new facilities on Maramere, but you know what they said about all work and no play? It really fething sucked. Let's face it, Venussia was overworked and hormonal and if she didn't take a day off soon, she knew it was only a matter of time before she burned Eridium's headquarters to the ground. Or quit. Either way, the work stress was very real.

Ven clacked through the spaceport in her designer shoes, hauling her hernia-inducing luggage bag. Why did she always pack for every trip as if it was going to be her last trip ever? She knew that she didn't need all those outfits, especially not the Slutty Twi'lek Slave Girl Costume™. But one never knew! Venussia liked to be prepared.

The young CEO was just about to get in queue for a speeder taxi when Ven saw something out of the corner of her eye that stopped her in her tracks. It was a Holo brochure, advertising a beach resort called Quanera. Like a homing beacon, the brochure drew her closer. "The Quanera Difference," it read, with images of a white sandy beach with palm trees galore and beautiful aliens basking themselves on clothing-optional beaches.

Feth the location scouting. Her intern could stand-in for her. Venussia needed a vacation. and she needed it now. The Quanera Difference? Yes please!

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Zero[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Hyperspace - Maramere[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][01/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]If the Underlord believed in one thing, it was coming prepared to a mission. If there was a second thing the Underlord believed in, it was coming to an objective way before anyone else to reap the benefits of his early arrival.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In this regard it might seem like Khal was already too late with other players already on the planet itself, but appearances were deceiving sometimes. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]For instance, Khal [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]had[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] already been on Maramere and one could assume that the mission there had been a wide-success, to such a degree that right now Setzi and him were simply traveling to check up on the underwater facilities which had been established all that time ago. Sometimes a man simply needed to make sure that his underlings were doing everything alright.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Ya been studying like I told ya?” Khal would ask, his boots on the dashboard and himself leaning deeply into his seat with his eyes closed. The autopilot was on and there ain’t much else to do right now.[/SIZE]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Objective A
(1/20)


The aquatic world of Maramere was a planet Archangel had a bit of a history with. Once upon a time, Callisto's bosses had headed OP's intelligence service. Well, actually not that far back, more like a few years ago. Or a decade. Whatever. For some reason it was difficult to come up with a generally accepted timeline, but no matter. Way back the Protectorate had claimed this world after thrashing a group of pirates who had been messing with trihexalon. Pity OP had never weaponised the stuff, for there were so many useful ways to utilise bioweapons. Such as to wipe out population centres composed of undesirable individuals.


Rather the Protectorate had thoroughly and voraciously plundered the hidden - well not really hidden anymore given all the times it got looted! - island of stygium, though Archangel had acquired enough of the crystals in a raid to build their shiny stealth ship. Having inside info of where the island was located had come in handy. Now the secret machine cult had returned to help claim this world in the name of capitalism and the all-powerful credit. Verily, the market was the true god that bound all life together in the universe.


The target was not the island, but a former TradeFed repository deep beneath the ocean. If intel checked out, there ought to be stygium crystals and various other goodies there. A submersible carrying Callisto and three HRD minions would be heading that way. Presumably there would be hostile contact down if somehow some of the security systems were still intact, but that was why they had brought an absurd amount of firepower.

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Location: Maramere Spaceport
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Enemies: The corporate rat race
2/20

The Quanera Difference! Venussia craved it. Ok, new plan. Ven leaned up against a black pylon and tapped on her Datapad. She was going to need an assistant for her vacation, and since her intern was already posing as her for Maramere business meetings, she'd have to improvise. She sent a quick Holomail to her boss's luxury droid, Morgan. Mr. Irani wouldn't mind if she "borrowed" Morgan for a weekend, would he? If he did, she was sure she'd find a way to make it up to him. All night long, she hoped.


Receiving: Holomail from Venussia Sasko
To: Morgan Redeaux
//Message incoming://

Dear Morgan,

Starting immediately you are being deployed to Maramere to assist me on a business trip. Before your arrival, please book us suites at the Quanera Resort near the Maramere Spaceport. Your usual luxury bot services will not be needed for this trip, although you might be asked to put some sunscreen on my back. I burn easily.

Venussia Sasko
CEO
Eridium Industries

//End message//

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: D
Location: Maramere Spaceport
Allies: [member="Venussia Sasko"]
Enemies: One sassy, demanding CEO
Posts: 1/20

Morgan tried to hide her impatience… to well, no one really but the other droids around her in her Hegemonic Automaton office. As Chief of Security didn’t Mr. Irani know she was a very busy woma… HRD??? And here he was essentially offering her services up to one of his trusted CEOs, Venussia Sasko. Didn’t she have her own secretary to do these kinds of things? But after a heavy sigh and a glance at her own calender, she acquiesced and began the search for the Maramere resort. She would normally hestiate at this type of task, but the protocol droid was extremely loyal to Darrel for a variety of reasons, the primary one having to do with the evening they met at a Coruscanti art auction. And oh what a night that was!

But there was no time for reminiscing. Apparently, she had two rooms at the Quanera resort to book, and then it was off to meet Ms. Sasko. While Morgan adored traveling, she wasn’t really the vacation type. A droid didn’t need to eat, drink cocktails, sleep, lie on the beach or wear protective sunscreen after all.

Before she pressed send on payment for the booking she wondered, should I check the holonet site, Galaxy Trip Buddy to read the Quanera reviews? She would for Mr. Irani, so it made sense to do the same for Ms. Sasko, but her own personal assistant droid began to suddenly malfunction and there was no time. Morgan hastily reserved the vacation package, and then tended to the broken droid.

Once deployed off-world and in the Maramere spaceport, she carried a placard that had Ms. Sasko’s name on it in order to find her. Morgan was dressed in a light shift and sandals, not really needing to wear hot weather clothing, but doing so to fit in and hide her HRD status.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: Zero
Location: Hyperspace - Maramere
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Posts: 2/20

For all intents and purposes, Trihexalon, a primary ingredient in an extremely dangerous bio-weapon, was rumored to be nonexistent on Maramere. Setzi didn’t have the complete details on this, but it had something to do with the Omega Protectorate blowing up the focal point of the planet, Mount Merakan.

But of course, someone had been a busy beaver on the oceanic planet in the meantime, mining Stygium already and whatever other pebbles he could find. Could there still be Trihexalon embedded in those profitable mines? Perhaps. The OP only demolished the mountain, and Malvern’s operations were conveniently underwater. Trihexalon was one such valuable ore that a certain red-haired Hapan wanted to desperately get her manicured hands on. Yes, Tmoxin Temi’s dainty ears were surely burning now. She would have to have a word with Malvern later about this secret mine.

But the Hapan wasn’t with him on this trip, and it was probably a good thing because the two CEOs had trouble putting aside egos to have a productive discussion. To date, their conversations consisted of Tmoxin rambling on and on like a nervous prom date, and Malvern grunting back his one word answers.

Awkward.

But today, Malvern’s studious apprentice, Setzi, was aboard his ship. “Of course I’ve been reading,” she answered, looking up from a book. “What do you think I do in my spare time? Go out to cantinas?” She made a dismissive noise, peering at him through black-framed glasses which made her look more like a Jedi Archivist than an attractive, twenty-five year old Padawan. Her lips pressed together tensely.

That fact that his boots would leave scuff marks on the console greatly disturbed her sense of order and cleanliness.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Maramere
Objective: Build a resort, Sip Pina Coladas on the beach
[1/20]

"Put those over there," Ana stated motioning to the droids whom were carrying some supplies for the new resort. Ana knew other resorts were going up on the other islands this planet offered but she would be making this different. First she wanted to get the basic structure up and go from there. Before making any concrete decisions Ana wished to consult with [member="Orick T'ane"] as she was sure that her mate had a few ideas of his own.

Sighing Ana placed her hands on her hips as she watched the droids work. She hoped that they could get this completed quickly so that she had sometime to enjoy the beautiful beach on this island. She had done some surveying but that wasn't the kind of beach day she had in mind. Sitting in the sand as the water washed up on her feet with a mixed drink in her hand sounded pretty nice right now.

As the droids did their work brining more supplies and building Ana supervised and gave instructions when needed. She wanted to ensure that this was done right. It wasn't everyday that they built an Island resort and Ana was thinking of a penthouse suite on top for when they were there taking care of business.

Currently Ana was not dressed like a business woman but instead a beach goer in shorts and a flowy pink top over her suit. She was all business though well at least for now.

 

[Venussia Sasko]

Objective: D
Location: Maramere Spaceport
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Enemies: The corporate rat race
3/20

Venussia puttered around the spaceport, hunkering down in a cantina with a half dozen stimcafs to torture her intern with requests for status updates every ten minutes. In a few hours, her Datapad pinged a notification from Irani's HRD. Booyah. Her new assistant had arrived! Ven shot up out of her seat, briefly noting the alarming amount of caffeine in her system, and hauled her bag to the terminal where Morgan stood with a Holosign that read "Venussia Sasko" Ven mourned the missed opportunity to have added "...is awesome" to her Holomail signature because if she had, there would be no doubt that the HRD would be standing there in the spaceport with a sign reading "Venussia Sasko is awesome." And that would be hilarious. Ven quickly added the idea to her Datapad under a list entitled "cool chit to do."

Remembering stuff was hard.

"Miss Redeaux." Ven greeted in her usual monotone. "I am Venussia Sasko, CEO of Eridium Industries. Please book us a shuttle to Quanera immediately."

With her foot, Ven kicked the luggage towards the HRD. She flashed Morgan a look that said, "carry my bag or I will take you apart and put you back together as kitchen appliance."

Droids were so weird.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location: Maramere Spaceport
Enemies: One super bratastic stimcaf addict [member="Venussia Sasko"]
Posts: 3/20


Ah good, there was Ms. Sasko walking quickly over to her like a squall on a stim bender. The HRD smiled pleasantly and informed the Eridium CEO that a shuttle was indeed on the way.

“Already arranged ahead of time, Ms. Sasko,” she said in her most agreeable tone. Morgan blinked once and then twice when the CEO kicked her luggage forward. Was she having a temper tantrum? Why was she abusing her carry-on bags? Oh… unless?

Morgan’s brow furrowed. She wasn’t used to carrying someone’s baggage like a rudimentary Class Five. Her nose wrinkled in disdain which was very undroid-like, but then again, the HRD had hyper-aware artificial intelligence which meant she was prone to distinctly human moments.

“Very well," she said, her tone a little more icy than before. As much as she was his assistant, Mr. Irani would never allow Morgan to carry, even a small piece of luggage. In fact, he always carried hers like the gentleman he was. Unenthusiastically, she bent down and grabbed the handle, hoisting the luggage to her side, quite easily in fact. She looked delicate, but the droid was actually quite strong, given that her synthskin sat right atop of a pure durasteel frame.

“This way, Ms. Sasko,” said Morgan, walking ahead towards the shuttle. It was oppressively hot in the spaceport, but the protocol droid, even with Ven’s heavy luggage wasn’t breaking a sweat.

 

[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Objective: A
Location: Space in Avenger-class Starfighter
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] Dagora-Kel

She had fallen asleep during the hyperspace but she had woken up right before they left hyperspace. "Really it's that simple?" She replied to draco's message as they headed down into the atmosphere of the planet. Her training with Draco had been quite fun and she liked to think that she was helping him at least half as much as he had helped her with her knowledge of the force. She had the droid do most of the flying as she wasn't that good a pilot anyway.
With a look over the mission briefing on her datapad she noted the location of the undersea base and made sure to type it into the computer for the droid to know were to go. "Hey Draco are we getting any back up for this mission? I know you can handle yourself better than most but just the two of us against an entire base is a little underwhelming isn't it?" She said as she looked to her side towards Draco's fighter as they entered the atmosphere of Maraere. The view was breathtaking given how beautiful the planet was.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective: A
Location: Space in Avenger-class Starfighter
Allies: [member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"] [member="Dagora-Kel"]

"Yep, made it simple for a reason." I replied as we slipped into the atmosphere and continued the descent towards the ocean we were moving towards. Wouldn't be long before we entered the ocean and slowed down some more to make use of more accurate full spectrum sensors installed on the Avengers. Twisting around I glanced at the small spare parts compartment at the back of the ship. "Well I packed us a little bit of back up for today, but I suspect there will be some others to help." In the very small compartment sat a single ACS-301 YVH Probe Droid, and another in her ship, to provide fire support and reconnaissance for us while a pair of Hunters, and Engineer, and an Observer filled out the other small droids we would be bringing. Thinking of her I had made sure to bring an Engineer model, and the Observer Model went without question. The two Hunters were armed with fairly simple DUR-24 Wrist Lasers and were just back up for us. Small, light weight and easy to control, the six little probe droids would be about all we needed with any luck. Besides, she was on the verge of Knighthood and I was already a Knight, we would do fine together sneaking through the facility. "Besides, this more of a seek and seizure mission than an all out assault from what I remember of the briefing. We'll be fine and this way you can show off how much you have learned for me."

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Objective: Sight see, Look for whatever resources Maramere has, set up a cell or safehouse.
3/20

There was a lot to do. What Kaia really wanted to was figure out a way to work things out for the Underground, and maybe her other group, the Covenant. She was a Warden of the Sky (in training) and that meant she needed to ensure the hyperlanes were safe for everyone. With the Techno Union making moves to the core and to the western side of the galaxy, she knew that could be trouble. The Fringe Federation never seemed to bother her, but then again, she was a kid when she was living there. A few months on her own? A few lessons from [member="Khaleel Malvern"] and working with the Levantine Sanctum, and she was learning there was a lot more to the galaxy than just… Living.

There was living free.

Her ship, the Wandering Star had reverted to real space above the system. She, like her father, was transmitting on a variety of channels. This was something that her home-ship’s mechanics had worked out. And she was transmitting on an old Fringe Federation transponder code. It worked, and would keep her home port of Laekia safe. That was something that she had learned. Keep your home ports safe if you were ever doing something sneaky.

And really, was this sneaky? She was exploring.

But still, old smuggler trick, NOT something that needed to be given to the factory. Still, there was a bit of work she could do here, establishing contacts, for both the Underground and the Covenant, and maybe… y’know, swim a little.

Not much. She would burn.

 

[Raziel]

[member="Venussia Sasko"]
[member="Morgan Redeaux"]

It was remarkable, what a little subtle manipulation could achieve. There was no need for the Force, when careful observation, followed up by a series of subliminal messages, with one rather stinkingly obvious one at the end, could do the job perfectly. At the Quanera Resort, the new maître d' was using the holophone to call the soon-to-arrive guests - on in most cases their secretaries.

In the three day's he'd been working there Vance Taylor had been remarkably efficient. Responding to every guest's needs before they even vocalised their request. He was pleasant when he needed to be, slightly flirty when necessary and unnoticeable when required. He lifted his phone to his ear as he frantically gestured with one hand for the waiter to prepare a cocktail for Ms. Sasch, who was in fact a relatively well known actress in the core going by an alias. Just as she looked up to order a drink, the waiter lowered the tray. Vance shot her a nod, and she raised her glass.

Morgan's phone rang.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Maramere
Objective: Build a resort, include safe houses for the Underground
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Nothing like a beach day, or week to relax the body after the stresses of non stop combat. He walked forward with the plans for the building in his hand, hundreds of droids were scurrying about, digging here, doing whatever it was building droids over there. He caught a glimpse of pink and shook his head. [member="Anastasia Rade"] was the only person he knew that was dedicated to a single color. She managed to always have a pink something or the other on when she dressed, even her battle armor was pink. he shook his head as he check to see that the little hidden addition to the resort was still on the plans. It had cost him a small fortune to make sure the room was worked into the plans, but the payoff of a safe house hidden in a gem like this was too good to pass up.

Who would think that there would be a place for the rag tag group of underground freedom fighters, or some such nonsense. He was sure [member="Coren Starchaser"] would have some boring long winded speech about oppression or whatever. Orick didn't disagree with the ideals of the group, but the speeches and the constant energy from the other man was annoying at times. He was an effective leader, just annoying as all hell. He rolled up the flimsiplat and headed towards where Ana was standing. He moved up to where she was at and placed a hand around her shoulder. "Almost as nice as Aaris III, don't you think?"