Blue Milk Run - SJO Dominion of the Terrijo Hex

[Eugen Aker]

Blue Milk Run (Open Space, W32)

While making its first shakedown run through the Colonies region, the SEV Divinity (Commanded by Senior Knight [member="Drystan Marakos"]) picks up on a distress beacon from a minor system the area. The distress call is from a group of dairy farmers and ranchers, begging for an evacuation after a series of disturbances.

The crew of the SEV Divinity heads out to check out the source of [SIZE=11pt]the distress[/SIZE] call as a routine rescue operation, ignorant of the hell that lies in store…

((The objective here is going to have a couple stages, beginning with a briefing on the Divinity and the initial pickup of the refugees. The real fun starts after they get on board and stuff starts to happen. The “opposition” will be PC led, but this still very much a story based thread all about. This objective is to serve as our “spooky” survival horror event for Halloween, enjoy!))

The Last Crusade (Terrijo)

For the past two weeks, a titanic (destroyer sized) bipedal walker has been ripping through the rainforests of Terrijo on a warpath, leaving smoldering fields in its wake. Despite the best efforts of local security forces to stop the walkers, they have been unsuccessful, the walker utilizing exotic defensive countermeasures effortlessly shrugging off their assaults.

Along the way, the exclusively human passengers of the walker have made their intentions quite clear over loudspeakers: they will not stop until Gessbenna City is caved in as a molten crater, a city almost completely inhabited by Sullustians and other non-humans.

Backtracking the flaming swath it has cut across the planet, the origin point is easily traced back to the city-state of Raydu City. The primitive society that lives there almost completely comprised of followers of the xenophobic Pius Dea movement, its whole culture centered around massive downed cathedral ship revered as a holy relic and carrying on the legacy of their ancestors.

It’s unclear Raydu would have access to such advanced technology, as their civilization in mostly on the level of a medieval feudal society, but rising levels of energy have been detected from the previously derelict cathedral ship. However, all efforts to investigate Raydu have ended in failure as it now appears to be defended by the same type of exotic technology as the walker.

Out of options, a desperate Gessbenna Corp has called upon the Silver Jedi Order for assistance in saving Gessbenna City.

Meet with the authorities of Gessbenna City for briefing and a plan of action in evacuating the city and dealing with the walker. It’s recommended that a least another team attempt to infiltrate Raydu City and figure out the origin of the walker and the cause of its activation.

 

[Supernal Clarity]

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Unsteady hands reached, grasping for the earthenware jug close-to-hand. Gnarled fingers, with uncut fingernails yellowed by age, curled around the mouth of the jug, hefting it from the old planks of the porch. The jug rose toward the old man’s lips, and as he tipped it forward, swallowing a small mouthful of the harsh liquor his family had been crafting for generations, he thought of the good times… [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt] Afternoon meals on the lawn… [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt] Singing songs ‘round the table at supper…[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt] Star-gazing ‘round a fire at midnight...[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]All, gone. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]It had been nearly a moon since he’d fed the last old cow in the pasture, like he’d always done at sun-up. The poor animal had wandered into the middle of the pasture and laid down - never to rise again. The old farmer had certainly tried… but the poor beast had simply stared, dumbly. Dimly. Until it, too, ceased to see. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt] It had been a week, since his old hound had come at a holler. He didn’t know where his faithful friend might be. He didn’t care. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt] Spreading out before him were the vestigial remains of what had once been a sprawling, beautiful land. The grass had begun to die, and the trees had begun to droop. His home, though it had always been a bit “rough ‘round the edges” seemed to be collapsing - sloughing off dead flesh like an old corpse left in the sun. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt] All that was left now was his family… such as it was. His daughter, Elle, had locked herself in her room (the largest in the house) and refused to join them for what meager meals they might fetch. His son, a runt of a boy, had dashed his plate against the wall after cursing the meal the old man had tried to prepare… The boy had vanished into the darkness, swallowed by the night, and hadn’t been seen since. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt] The old farmer’s wife, hadn’t woken from sleep for three days, but he’d done as she’d told him to do: “The Beacon…” She’d said; her last words before drifting into sleep. And so, he’d primed the ancient piece of equipment which his family had held for nearly a decade… [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt] And waited. [/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Sipping from his jug again, the old man’s wrinkled face and brown eyes seemed dull & lifeless. Alone, as the sun begun to dip below the horizon, he waited. [/SIZE]​

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Aboard the S.E.V. Divinity, nearing the planet "Gashu" (Open Space, W32)
In Command

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The room's ambient lighting was soft; easy on the eyes to the group seated, facing forward, toward the front of the meeting area which served as the primary briefing room for Esolea Expeditions & Research, Incorporated's Third Advanced Expeditionary Directive aboard the S.E.V. Divinity. The ship was a Coyote-Class Frigate, en-route by Hyperspace to the planet Gashu. The hum of conversation quieted as a door near the front of the room hissed open, and a blonde women entered wearing a black spacer's jumpsuit with silver accents. The woman was close to six feet tall and carried herself with an air of command - centered, disciplined, and calm. Crossing the short distance between the door and the speaking area at the front of the room, she took up a position behind the high desk which would serve as the focal point for the room; all eyes would be on her.

"Good Afternoon, everyone." She spoke. Overhead, a digital read-out directed them all to the time: about 3:30 in the afternoon, GST.

At the very front of the room, a spiraling hologram displayed the planet ahead - listing general information about the population (which was poor, little-able to defend itself, and provided very little in the way of Governmental support other than basic human necessities), and a reason for their being present: A distress call, received from the planet's southern hemisphere. The region was mostly flat plains, with some considerable forestland and a number of bodies of water; sub-tropical, with occasional heavy rains and intense heat in the summers.

"Thank you, everyone, for being here. I'm sure you all know why we're here, so let's move right on into it..."

Turning, Drystan shifted her gaze to the holographic display while simultaniously tapping a button on the small control pad on the podium.

"Five days ago, the Order picked up a distress beacon on the planet Gashu, located nearby to the planet Terrijo. This region is space is relatively dark, and Gashu has little to offer in terms of supply or aid... Local government is spotty, and often, communal groups maintain a general sort of control over resources, but local populace is generally distrusting of outsiders. We've had positive experiences in the past, which is likely why we've received any kind of beacon at all - in the past, to prepare for emergencies, a number of advanced, yet cheaply manufactured subspace beacons were given out as gifts. We believe that's what we're seeing here."

"It's likely we're only dealing with a localized emergency, here... though to what caliber, we're not sure. It turns out we're the closest group in the area, and we've been ordered to respond. This is just a simple meet & greet, people... Now, we're on to roll-call."

Drystan surveyed the room, the steady blue-green gaze of the Jedi Knight tinged with amusement, for she recognized some of her companions.

[member="Hyonu Ye"] @Rosalyne Kurganova

 

[Kiso]

Location: Drop ship making it's way to Gessbenna City
Objective: Defeat Metal gear
Post: 1

Kiso would have have believed the reports from her superiors if she had not seen it with her own eyes, not only was the massive mechanica beast well, massive, but it had cannon on it that looked like the quad barbett turbo lasers you would find on a ISD. How it managed to stay up right was something just as bizza, though one thing was certain, such a massive walker/mech was not an easy target to take down. "I have a feeling orbital bombardment is out of the picture, such a massive war machine would have more then enough room for a shield generator, it also seems way to large to block it's path with some tripping hazard".

Hopefully the Gessbenna Council had some idea on how to stop it because from her initial scans and perspective you would either need a huge ion blast to diable it or have a strike team infiltrate the mech and take it out from the inside. "At the very least the bogey moves very slow, but with such high elevation you would hit an city from a few hundred kilometers away... pilot whats the eta from the City"? "15 minutes lieutenant". "Good to know, at least we have some sort of time limit, I have a sneaking feeling my use of explosives will be needed today".

 

[Kaili Brand]

Location: Aboard the S.E.V. Divinity, nearing the planet "Gashu" (Open Space, W32)

Kaili glared at the holo-display of the region's terrain with an obvious intensity, falling somewhere between disgust and hatred. Kaili did not like not being on City-planets. He'd learned that when he first stepped foot on Kashyyyk, the normal electric thrum of a world at work, a metronome he had only been barely aware of before, now washed away by living silence. In the force, they were worse, a whirling chaotic roar of living energy rolling over him and deafening his still learning 'ears'. If he had to describe it, it was like being forced to hear ultrasonic noise at high decibels. You didn't hear anything, but it was still loud enough to hurt and almost impossible to drown out.

Not that he had told any of the Jedi that. He liked to keep to himself back at the Silver Rest, isolating himself deep in the facility whenever possible to try and help shut out the noise except to occasionally train or eat. It was not that he was ungrateful, they did get him off his home planet and all (Free room and board is hard to say no to). But they were always too calm, generous and a few other descriptors that fired off every warning bell in his skull. Maybe he was just being paranoid, constantly waiting for another shoe to drop when there was none. But frankly, a little paranoia is probably fair when you're dealing with people who can read your mind.

He had been hoping a mission would provide a small escape and maybe relax him a little. But considering whoever found this planet had not had the common courtesy of paving over every square inch as fast as possible, he would just have to resign himself to a few quiet nights of space travel. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment more, still glaring at the holo-display before finally speaking up. "We uh....sure this isn't some farmboy's pet project going off without them knowing?" He asked, throwing a questioning look to Drystan. "Mean theres..." He continues, his words slurring slightly as nerves took over. "actually nothing out there that looks all that threatin'...'spect maybe catching your death o' boredom or junked farm equipment....think I'm only equipped to deal with that second one though...." He continues, the rambling list of weak complaints wilting under a few other members gazes until it was little more than weak muttering.

@[member='Drystan Marakos'], [member='Hyonu Ye']

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: In the briefing room of the S.E.V. Divinity

Nearby: [member="Kaili Brand"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"]

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Asaraa's fingers tapped idly on the edge of her datapad as she sat back in her chair, listening to Drystan give her briefing on the events on the planet. It was a pretty standard mission for the Silver Jedi, dropping into a planet to help out when some form of disaster or problem appeared that the local government couldn't handle. After all the conflict and combat of the last few weeks, a nice simple mission like that actually sounded interesting and relaxing. Just what she was looking for right now.

"Do we have any scouts in the area? Or any idea what we're dropping into? Even if it's a simple meet and greet, forewarned is forearmed and having some idea of what we're dealing with helps us go in prepared."

The datapad slipped into a pocket as the young jedi offered the knight a smile, turning her head to the side to glance around the silent room, observing the rest of the force settled in there.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Essex-class starfighter killer escorting the Divinity
In Relative Proximity: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Kaili Brand"], [member="Drystan Marakos"]
Equipment: LPD-17 Hammerstrike Grenade Launcher with drum magazine, everything listed in bio

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It was going to be an interesting trip.​

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Despite Rick not being on the Divinity, his corvette and the frigate shared a comms frequency, so Rick was able to hear everything the female commander was saying. As the others presented their points, Rick brought up one as well, his voice emanating from a hologram on one of Divinity's transmitters.

"I agree. The most we know is that there's a giant robot that came out of nowhere and is headed for the city we're landing at. Doesn't seem like to good of a mix to me."

Indeed, Rick had brought a grenade launcher he had borrowed from the Rangers just in case. It was unlikely that they would impact the robot at all, but if a weak point could be found, then he could take advantage of it. Additionally, he could use the bouncing grenades as a distraction as he slashed through a leg of the robot with his lightsaber, if there was even little enough leg to do so.

But for now, he could only wait and guess how he would intercept the robot in time.

 

[Ravenfire]

He had run. He had too. He had thrown his plate against the wall in defiance of the old man. There wasn't enough food on the farm for him anymore. For any of them how could he understand, why didn't he try harder. He had been having headache and wasn't feeling quite right. He needed to go back, not for the old man, not for his sis.

But for her, for the woman who had brought him into this world. He had to go back, he needed to be with her. Something had happened to her, and he needed to go back. He needed to protect her from the world, she was the only one who had cared and he needed her again. He made his way back to the farm. He slipped in through the back door and found the room his mother was in.

He grasped her hand as saw she was sleeping. "Don't worry mama, I will look after you. Don't worry I won't let anyone hurt you. You just rest up mama, you were always good to me. I am here mama. I am here for you." He found a chair and sat looking over the woman. He would wait forever for her to wake if he had to. She was all that mattered.

[member="Drystan Marakos"], [member="Supernal Clarity"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Kaili Brand"], [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Terrijo
Allies: [member="Kiso"]

"Reports are most disturbing, general; a... destroyer-sized walker seems to be rampaging Terrijo, and seems headed towards"

"Vehicles of this size are very slow, so even a Hailfire-X can kite it at long range, while firing ion rockets at its joints. Plus, if it is only equipped with direct-fire weapons..."

"However, we know next to nothing about the point-defense of this thing, well, its capabilities in general" one of the staff officers retorted.

"Just to be safe, load cluster missiles with ion torpedo submunitions: even if we can only load two of these per fighter, better lose ordnance than the launch platforms. Also, load ion rounds in the Vardys"

With the other Silvers' field armies scattered across several theaters, such as Vladet, it all came down to Jessica; normally, she trusted the other field commanders for that sort of items, but fighting a walker that was much larger than even the largest of those Sith walkers was not going to be a cakewalk. In addition, there could be blind spots to the walker, at least if unguided weapons were used primarily, but even a battery of Vardys firing 380mm ion rounds, would still have a sizeable kinetic impact component attached to it. Which can even penetrate the innards of the joints. Plus the mortars could be used to fire ion rounds as well, but disabling the walker was perhaps preferrable to outright destruction here. If only because the collateral damage of destroying one such vehicle could be felt for kilometers around the walker. Meanwhile, as the deployment began, fighters were being loaded with two cluster missiles laden with ion submunitions apiece; she hoped that the enemy would not pick them off before they could even fire the missiles, or else there would be no air support left.

 

[Iakchi]

Objective: 1
Location: Aboard the Divinity


Iakchi's seat wasn't the most comfortable, but then again it wasn't built for a Wookiee anyway. He listened patiently to the briefing, having been assigned to the expedition mostly as muscle in the event that his abilities were needed, and thus without offering much in the way of questioning regarding the situation. If he could help, he was there, that's all he needed to know. Asa's question regarding scouting was the closest to anything he had in the way of questioning anyway, so he waited for an answer.

Meanwhile he inspected his own datapad, taking stock of what information was available to them. That would be important to know before anything.

[member="Ravenfire"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Kaili Brand"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"]

 

[Ye Hyonu]

A small droid bounced into the medical wing of the ship, it was a blue sphere that had eyes that lit up as it stared up at its Master. “Beep Boop reeee” The droid made nose and flapped its little ears as it wobbled from side to side. The captain and lead of the mission had summoned everyone, but the good old doctor was busy with his own work and missed the hail for the crew. Hyonu was known to get lost in his work.

“Mwo?” The Doctor looked over his shoulder at the droid and sighed. It seemed it was a serious matter and he was needed as soon as possible. It was lucky for him the medical wing was close, his hand moved through his dark hair fixing it somewhat. The caps he usually wore in the lab were never kind to his style. He sipped in quietly and kept his hands in his lab coat that was over the fitted spacer jumpsuit. It had been ages since he had worked ship side. A hand rested over his face, he could feel the roughness of his beard growing in. His mind wandered for a moment if he should grow it out, but then remembered cleanliness. Shaking his head, he retuned to listening to the woman in charge.

Raising his hand, he spoke. “So we know nothing?” Arms folded in front of his chest as he knew he would have to be part of the group that went planet side. From what he knew, he was the only medical personnel on board.

“There has to be a bit more information, have we tried to contact the source of the beacon – despite how backwater the source seems to be.” Hyonu wasn’t a fan of jumping into a situation head first with out preparation. What if this was a second coming of the Blackwing plague. His fingers covered his lips as he sighed. “I apologize, Knight Marakos, I just want to have all the information we can get before we put people in danger.”

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Kaili Brand"] [member="Drystan Marakos"]

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: The Briefing Room, aboard the SEV Divinity - En Route to Gashu
Nearby: [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Kaili Brand"]
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"Unfortunately," Drystan answered what seemed to be the pre-imminent question, "We are the closest scouts to the area. The world is somewhat similar to the planet Terrijo, with very little in the way of technology, and the beacon's signal matches what we'd expect from a system which, now, might be a little dated... but is definitely one of ours." She nodded toward [member="Kaili Brand"], her lips cracking into a one-sided smirk. "What I can tell you is that it's been some time since we've visited this area of space, and while it's highly unlikely any sort of transmission would have been triggered by accident, we are approaching with all due caution. We will have The Divinity providing support, as she's capable of entering atmosphere, as-well as each other... and though we can't be sure what, precisely, we're walking into, we're all Jedi here. Let's just treat this as a blue milk run until we're sure it's not. We've got Kaloo's Essex-Class alongside, plus I've cleared a QRF (Quick-Response-Force) from the fleet present on Terrijo, so if things really blow up, we'll have backup within hours... not days. Any other questions?"​

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She paused, then seeing there were none, nodded. "Alright, teams are as follows: Contact Team is myself, [member="Iakchi"], & [member="Hyonu Ye"]. Support team is [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] & [member="Kaili Brand"]. We'll be deploying from the Divinity by Skyfall, and approaching the location.. While the contact team goes in, the support team will hang back and only enter the area if called upon. [member="Rick Kaloo"], you're on over-watch. We'll be communicating back & forth exclusively. Alright, friends... let's get this done, so we can go home." ​

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The trip to Gashu was over fairly quickly, with the S.E.V. Divinity & Kaloo's Corvette dropping out of Hyperspace a short distance from the mottled blue, green, and brown planet. Gashu's two moons, both locked in orbit a distance away, were like marbles compared to the scope of the planet - which, admittedly, was rather small compared to some worlds the Jedi had visited. Both ships' crews were prepared, executing their jobs efficiently, with the Coyote-Class Divinity leaving Kaloo's Essex-Class corvette and approaching the planet's atmosphere. The two teams loaded up into one of EE&R's dropships which was loaded with two Skyfall Ground Vehicles (each armed with a powerful E-Web Cannon). The teams were well-armed & armored, provided with top-of-the-line equipment out of the Company's armories, and provided access to a number of weapons most in the SJO likely hadn't seen before.​

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The journey planet-side was short & sweet, and their first steps onto the planet had them met with a cool breeze. In the distance, to the east, storm clouds had begun to gather, and they were assaulted by humidity on a quiet mid-afternoon. The air smelled heavy, and it was so quiet... Eternally quiet. Deathly quiet.​

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"Not a ship in the sky, other than ours." Drystan had commented to her team before they'd mounted up with her vehicle taking the lead. In tandem, the two teams had tracked a simple path down the small hill they'd established as their landing area, crossing a low stream with clear blue waters, and finding a trail which led them in the direction they sought to go. It was only about 15 minutes of travel-time to the area displayed on their scanner, and as they neared, they began to see signs of habitation... Broken-down homes, battered by storms, had fallen in on themselves. Most were built from wood, but some had been erected either using stone and mortar or a rustic-looking fired brick. Everywhere, living things grew... Either vinous creepers which spouted flat, wide leaves, or tall trees of a dozen different varieties, some familiar and some not.​

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Signs of life, however sparse, were simple... the barking of a hound, or humanoid shapes from a distance. But no-one greeted them. They met no-one on the road.​

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[Kiso]

Location: Drop ship making it's way to Gessbenna City
Objective: Defeat Metal gear
Post: 2

Kiso gave a bio metric ear out for [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] suggestion on their attack as the drop ships continued towards their objectives. "So what your saying general is to basically pummel it with projectiles and beat it into submission"? "I myself like a good deal of blowing stuff up but what happens if such a walker had jammers and other anti missiles devices"? Even if the people piloting the beast were reported to be technologically inept such a system could not be ignored, and if said walker also had a decent point defense, they could just be wasting ordinance on it.

"Just my two credits general, but by all means have a go, if nothing else the fire works will be interesting, though even if we do bring the beast down I have a feeling the occupants wont be giving up". She knew how such fanatical people fought, until each and every one of them was dead or in custody nothing would stop them from fighting.

 

[Finley Dawson]

Location: SEV Divinity
Objective: Sciency things aboard the ship.

Finley had signed up for this mission with eyes on the outer regions of the galaxy, but it looked like his first assignment with the group would be taking place much closer to home. This particular situation only highlighted the lack of information that was available even near the core. Lots of minor or no name systems out there that could use a better mapping. This problem was compounded by the fact that much information had been lost during the Long Night.

The Expansion Region, in particular, was a pretty weird place. Close to the Core, but greatly depopulated because of the ruinous policies of the megacorps that had basically given free reigns to run the region centuries ago under the old Galactic Republic. There was still a fair bit of mystery here.

While the away team set out for pickup, Finley stayed behind, launching probes in hyperdrive pods to begin a secondary mission scanning the rest of the Venezeiia sector. To date, not much was known about the area except a handful of sparsely populated colony worlds dating back from the old days of corporate control.

[member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="Ravenfire"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Kaili Brand"] [member="Rick Kaloo"]

 

[Supernal Clarity]

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The late afternoon sun had begun to dip beyond the tops of the fur-wood trees.​

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The old man still hadn't moved from his spot, seated on the porch. His jug of moonshine had done little to cure the ache behind his eyes... but he'd grown used to the pain. He said nothing... simply filling his lungs as he'd done countless times before, staring dully out at the dying landscape from-which he'd likely be freed.​

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Soon.​

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Clearing his throat, he hawked & spat, slinging a yellowish glob of mucus onto the discolored planks beneath his feet. With a grunt, he slowly stood... feeling his bones creak. His knees popped like miniature explosions, and his eyes closed for a moment as he wavered... His ceaseless headache made him unsteady at times, but he persisted. For The Master, he persisted. ​

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Tiny knives stabbed his brain, and his vision swam, but still the old man stepped away from his chair, nearly knocking his jug of hooch aside with a stray foot, and shuffled inside the house his family had owned for generations. Inside, it was cooler... darker. The Master preferred the darkness, and despised the heat. The old man could feel his family close by... but paid them little mind. When the time was right, they would join him. He need only do as he'd been told. The yawning chasm of the basement door beckoned to him, and he descended the steps a foot at a time, taking care to brace himself against the old walls... Choosing to forego a light, for it was not required.​

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The Master led the way.​

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Seeking out his only precious belonging, he dug it from the pile of blankets into-which he'd swaddled the fist-sized shard of red glass, cradling it in a blanket like a new-born, then making his way from the dark depths of the house's subterranean space. His wife, though she'd not awoken from her sleep, called to him... and he delivered the package to her. His son, a smart boy... a good boy... helped his father without question.​

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The sound of approaching vehicles drew the old man from the house, down the steps of the old, weather-beaten porch, and out into the dusty old driveway. He would be waiting there, when the aliens arrived.​

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[member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Ravenfire"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Iakchi"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Kaili Brand"] [member="Finley Dawson"]​

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[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Essex-class starfighter killer escorting the Divinity
In Relative Proximity: @Asarra Vaashe, [member="Drystan Marakos"], [member="Finley Dawson"], [member="Kaili Brand"], [member="Zak Dymo"], etc.
Equipment: LPD-17 Hammerstrike Grenade Launcher with drum magazine, everything listed in bio

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"Yes, ma'am." replied Rick through his hologram on Divinity before it deactivated and Rick's presence left the frigate.​

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On the cramped viewport of the Essex-class starfighter killer, Rick watched as the Divinity disembarked to the planet's surface, close to the location of the distress call. Then, he addressed his collective crew.

"We are going to enter the upper atmosphere directly above Divinity, and make sure that their crew takes the right path to the beacon. Installed on this corvette is an advanced tracking device, so we will be able to clearly receive the blips from the beacon, even if it's a bit outdated." lectured Rick. "Additionally, our medic onboard is here in case something should go wrong." he continued, motioning to Zak as he said so.

"Now let's check on the surface team!" concluded Rick.

The corvette had begun to dip slowly into the unknown planet's atmosphere, slowing down as to stay close to Divinity in horizontal position. The tracking device, enabled just as the corvette entered the atmosphere, began to pick up beeps from just ahead of where the team said they would travel to. Deciding to play it safe, Rick also performed a ground scan, trying to see whether there were any distortions in flora or fauna near the beacon. Where Divinity had landed, the area was filled with ruins but there were no suspicious forms or structures. Closing in on the beacon's suspected location, the same set of scenery, old and broken-down houses, filled the area. But Rick could not believe the image that popped up on the scans a second later, right on top of the beacon.

Rick bolted to his comms array and called the Divinity's crew. [Turn ba-]

Static. The comms array had come offline.

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[Zak Dymo]

Location: Essex-class starfighter killer (this thing needs a name)
With: [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Equipment: Robes | MedKit | Lightsaber | Wristlink

[ Happier ]​

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The young Nautolan was shuffling around the sickbay.

The Essex-class was a 120 meter corvette, so there was not a lot of space free to dedicate toward the infirmary. As such, it was pretty bare bones. The youngling was just about the right size for moving about a space that would have likely seemed small to a larger lifeform.

This was the first time that the boy was supporting the Silver Jedi Fleet on his own, without a medical droid in support. Which was more than just a little unnerving for the youngling clone.

He'd like to think that maybe that was due to having earned the trust and respect of the Circle of Healers... and not that there just weren't enough medical droids to go around to all of the corvettes, frigates, pickets, and random Corellian light freighters that might be zipping about the Silver Fleet.

Whatever the case, the boy had the infirmary ready for... well, whatever they needed to be ready for.

What did they need to be ready for?

He was probably supposed to know these things. Venturing up to the bridge, the youngling padded across to where the Mon Calamari was at the forward part of the command center. The man seemed harried. "Everything all right, brah?" the child inquired.

Then he paused.

"Captain, brah," he amended.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Forest just outside Raydu City (Night Time)
Objective: Infiltrate Raydu City and Investigate Cathedral Ship

Under the cover of night, a single Jedi strike team sped toward Raydu City aboard a stealth shuttle. It hugged close to the terrain during flight, almost skimming the jungle canopy. However, running on silent on repulsorlifts, few, if any, would have noticed.

Leading this strike team was Jyoti herself, accompanied by other Shadows, and Josh. It was odd having both the Grandmaster and the Master of the Order both on a field mission, but Jyoti would say that the recovery of the exotic technology on Terrijo was of top priority. Meanwhile, the SJO's leading military commanders could be trusted at the front to deal with the walker and oversee evacuations of Gessbenna.

That reason was mostly true.

Boredom was another.

Being Grandmaster, she didn't get to venture far from Kashyyyk these days unless it was some big operation or diplomatic mission. Here and there she liked to slip away like she was still a no-name Shadow to train Charlie. A fairly lowkey op like this was perfect for the veteran Shadow to stretch her legs.

"The Sullustians were right about the city," she noted as she studied sensor readouts from the monitors. "There is some kind of irregular energy field covering the city. Usually, we could just pierce a shield with the onboard field disruptor, but I don't want to take the risk. I'm going to set us down a few klicks north of the city. Then we'll hoof it from there."

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Dropship to the Ground
Objective: The Iron Giant
Allies: [member="Kiso"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Listening to the two other women discuss what to do, Allyson mulled over her own thoughts. Dealing with a large machine like that was right up her alley. Her affinity with machines would be helpful especially of they wanted to deal with this quietly and without explosives. A hand rubbed her chin as she nodded along listening to Kiso and Jessica.

After a moment, the Corellian made herself known. “Excuse me, General.” Allyson nodded and then addressed Officer Kiso, “Officer. I'm Lt. Commander Allyson Locke with Onyx Squadron.” A smile crossed her face; she was proud of the squadron and even wore the bomber jacket whenever she could including now.

“As much as I enjoy fireworks, I don't think it's the best course of action. If we go guns blazing we will be doing exactly what they're doing. It’s huge, we can use explosives, but as a distraction.” The woman nodded,” I think disabling it would be in our best interest, this is something we haven't much of; I personally want to see how it functions.”

Crossing her arms she waited to hear what the other women thought. “Just distract enough to let me get close; I can disable it minimizing collateral damage.”

 

[Elijah King]

Location: Silver Space
Objective: Briefing

((OOC: Info about the walker. ICily, this information is mostly still a mystery to us all until we get on the scene and directly interact with the walker.))

Due to the unusual situation, the admiral decided to check in to the proceedings via holocall. He was quiet as the other commanders spoke, but he followed along quite intently, thinking about their suggestions and the initial reports from the Gessbenna government.

While waiting, he had taken the time to research a more into Terrijo. The planet was dominated by a pair of corrupt institutions centered around Raydu and Gessbenna, respectively. The former was a xenophobic theocracy that had regressed to some pre-hyperspace level of civilization, while the latter was a deeply corrupt corporatocracy where most of its inhabitants lived like serfs.

While he lived to help others, he didn't like the idea of saving the Gessbenna Corp in the process. There was little doubt they had played a hand in triggering this crisis.

Eventually, local council and military leaders showed up to the briefing room, all Sullustians. All members of the Gessbenna Corporate Board.

One Sullustian stepped forward, a portly middle-aged fellow with an overly ornate jacket of medals and other regalia.

"I am Field Marshal Ryttuh," he nearly wheezed. "You have my gratitude in assisting the people of Gessbenna, against those...those...misguided inhabitants of Raydu."

"As we told you in our report, we've had no luck in stopping the walker. Bombing runs, artillery, even orbital strikes...nothing. Either its armor just soaks up the damage from small projectiles and beams, or this exotic energy field causes anything heavier ricochet straight back to its port of origin...we've already lost several artillery sections and a pair of frigates. As a last ditch effort, we attempted a boarding assault with some soldiers on small speeder craft, but each time they were repulsed by point defenses, or onboard droids and Radians in power armor...when less than a month ago they barely had working electricity. This...thing has baffled our best minds, so we turn to you for help."

Ryttuh gave pause there, giving the Silvers a chance to respond. Elijah straightened a bit in his recliner before speaking.

"From what I've seen in the video files you've shared, this shielding system is very unusual. Bolts and projectiles aren't just simply bouncing off the shield or vaporizing, but they're being actively hurled away with without any apparent loss of energy, in some case even gaining energy. However, it seems reactive in nature, as it's not triggered by small attacks or boarding attempts. I think our best bet may be to set mines ahead of its projected path. Meanwhile, I agree about deploying demo teams to board the walker and blow up from within."

"That said, this is some impressive technology at work. If we could capture this thing intact, then it would be preferred. Commander Locke, I can scramble a strike team to get you on board, if General Kiso and Med-Beq can create a distraction with an assault. What do you all think?"

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]