Border Surveillance [ GA Dominion of Asmeru & Barkhesh ]

[Choli Vyn]

A S M E R U

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Objective A: A social festival and trade opportunities

Asmeru, controlled by Houses Vandron and Elegin. A planet which is surrounded with a dangerous minefield from the neighboring warlords and in the past, Bando Gora Reavers. A check point by the local defense force allowed the escort of trader and Alliance alike through safe passage.

The planet was very mountainous and had been populated by some form of civilization in the past, as evidenced by the numerous ruins that dot Asmeru's surface. Near Asmeru was a gravitic sink known as the Asmeru Anomaly, which could be dangerous for unwary spacers.

However, today was a day of celebration. The Festival of Q'anah was in full swing. Revelry and relaxation, the 234th day of the world's sixteenth month, the Q'anah was in full swing.

With close ties to Kafeddion, Asmeru provided a well defended relaxation event and potential trade opportunity center.

B A R K H E S H

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Objective B: Scouting of the border near First Order Space. First Order members are more than welcomed to join in for intel gathering of GA movements and vice versa with SIS and GDF.

With the intel provided by Rogue Squadron, news of the First Order Manifest Destiny rapidly spreading through former Lords of the Fringe Space has brought on a measure of concern to Alliance intelligence. Notable missions have been dispatched to conduct the following scout and implementation of a defensive perimeter around Barkhesh.

• Scouting mission to check for any First Order patrols. ( Any First Order starfighters or small naval forces welcomed!)
• The construction of a sensor and comm base on Barkhesh at the former Rebel Base
• The deployment of sensor sweeping satellites to check for cloaked ships or any major movements.

Objective C: Former Massassi Sith Temple exploration.
Exploration objective for New Jedi Order, ExplorCorps, and chance of fighting Sith Spirits.
Token artifacts may be found

This is a rather low population planet with some net locations:

• Great Temple Valley : A series of ancient temples of an unknown civilization scattered along a valley on the planet Barkhesh and was similar to the Massassi temples on Yavin 4.

Objective D: Bring your own Objective!

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OBJECTIVE B
BARKHESH SYSTEM

The RNS Jamillia and two Handmaiden-class escorts, RNS Ajacar and RNS Velit, decanted over Barkhesh. In a straight-up battle between capital ships, the little Naboo flotilla -- one light star destroyer, two corvettes, all shaped like slim and fluid blades -- wouldn't have lasted long. They'd have made a more serious dent in anything subcapital that came their way, especially once the Jamillia launched a patrol squadron of Naboo starfighters. But their purpose here wasn't to engage with anyone, at least not directly. And if they did engage with someone, they'd probably failed, at least in a strategic sense.

In due course, the Jamillia's probe launchers emerged and rotated into position. Each launcher disgorged four hypercapable probes -- some Naboo-built, a few Mandalorian. The probes flickered past lightspeed in several directions. In their wake went the Jamillia's complement of Lucerne Labs scout ships and Naboo scout fighters. The little Naboo ships barely merited the name 'fighter' -- instead, their primary mission profile involved probe deployment as well. Some of Naboo's most powerful probes had been crammed with too much gear to allow for even a miniature hyperdrive. Deployment at interstellar range required a mobile platform, hence the scout fighters.

In fairly short order, every route to Barkhesh and the Seitia sector in general would be dotted with tiny, temporary hyperspace monitoring probes, a security net that would give the Alliance advance warning of any First Order movement whatsoever.

 

[Ben Carlin]

Location: BARKHESH SYSTEM
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Ajira Cardei"]
Post: 1

Walking into the hanger he nodded towards the engineering crews working on the fighters as he maneuvered his way towards his. It had been retrofitted for this mission with a few upgrades to play with. He smiled at the ship looking at his crew and nodding. "You boys didn't mess her up to bad huh?" He said slapping one of them on the back. "Heh only as much as you would out there." The Engineering Chief for his ship shot back. He nodded towards him smiling, Now that was good. He pulled his helmet over his head and climbed onto his latter his boots clanging on every step until he jumped into the cockpit. Pulling the cover down he nodded towards his crew as they took of the fuel pump. He began flicking on his instruments making sure they were all ready before firing up his ignition. Hearing the humm of his ship he smiled soft still working on flipping some more switches on finally getting to his radio and dialing in the channel.

"This is Rogue Three to the ANS Rebel's Hope asking for a green light on departure, I repeat, Rogue Three to depart over."

Getting the all clear from the bridge crew he nodded towards his crew as they started backing off from the Hunter making sure he had done all his preliminary tests he lifted her off gently from the hanger and made his way out of the force field. After he crossed the force field he put her on full ignition pulling away from the Rebel's Hope as he looked towards the direction he was supposed to be scouting, sighing softly to himself. This'll be fun.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: BARKHESH SYSTEM
Objective: B - Border Scouting
Allies: [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Zark"] ( npc ) @ any other Starfighter Squadron like Wild Knights @Roth Tillian
Post: 2
https://youtu.be/siwpn14IE7E

"Revvin' up your engine listen to her howlin' roar. Metal under tension, beggin' you to touch and go..."

The song was blasting through the hanger courtesy of Lieutenant Choli Vyn. She'd acquisition and restored an old musicfile portable jukebox with enhanced speakers she managed to salvage off her last stop at the Bazaar.

"Heandlin' to the twilight spreading out her wings tonight," the olive skinned starfighter pilot sang as she zipped up her orange flight suit. A hairband was captured from her wrist and fingers dove into her thick, dark hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. Anytime she left it loose it always ended up getting in her eyes under the helmet.

All squadrons had been briefed. This was a scouting mission, set to check for any potential First Order movements. Choli personally had been the one to report the spread of the First Order near Lothal. Alarmed that perhaps they would move on south, headquarters had commissioned a survey and considered Barkhesh the appropriate system to set up a surveillance center.

There were a few from Rogue Squadron already deploying, and Choli knew that she couldn't linger for long. Hopping up to her cockpit, she settled in. Preflight checks a few minutes later, she too was reporting for permission to deploy.

 

[Saffron]

B A R K H E S H
1/5 post for Mara Tibx Contract for materials via a secured Fuel Station

The construction of a sensor and comm base on Barkhesh at the former Rebel Base.
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Things were becoming rather interesting at the border worlds. With the Alliance spreading to scouting the Outer Rim, the use of Arceneau Trade Mara Tibx fuel stations were of convenient use. Not to mention providing a trade station point to ship out and supply the standard goods of fuel, water, food, and medicine.

While the company would not be granted access towards the secured facility, MaraTibx and ATC were at the very least able to supply shipments of standard good fares. This particular priority revolved around fuel for deployed long term scouting missions. One in particular was the nearby Fuel Station.

Using only the proper allowances from the Alliance, a secured point for fuel would be proposed for construction at the Alliance's descretion.

 

[Jsc]

Location: Barkhesh
Objective C - p1

The terrain was lush and wet. The sky humid and blue. Nearly tropical in it's forest and fauna. A pleasant place to begin. Karen Roberts set down her long X-Wing on a large rocky outcropping of grey cliffs nearer the silent reservoir. One of the many tall overlooks that doted the valley. A place once called The Great Temple valley. Though, by now such a name was surly lost to time.

She popped the cockpit and settled the ship in for a long rest. Fiddling with the controls as R2 spun his head around in all directions. He knew. He'd have to stay with the ship.

"Okay R2. She's all yours. I'll com back in every few minutes. Tell me if anybody else shows up yeah."

~ Dweet donk ~

"Thanks buddy. See ya soon."

Karen dismounted her vessel and gathered up her black coattails. Strapping on her pistol belt and shoving both of her lightsabers into their satchel. Slapping her helmet twice for luck. Okay. Yeah. Equipped and ready for a quick hike down the mountain.

She set off into the valley in search of a little Jedi adventure.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Asmeru
Post: 1/25
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Social festival

"Alongside your fellow Force-using inmates, you are to provide services to the festival patrons while wearing these special boots"

"What maken disen boots special?"

"You have been chosen because the time to face parole is soon forthcoming, Ugohr. As for the boots, they are inlaid with void stones so that you cannot use the Force while worn. Oh and your lightsabers are still on Sullust"

"What services do mesa have to provide?"

"Empty the wastebaskets"

After the allegations launched by the Gungan Rep Council that the harsh sentence was a result of him being a Gungan hung out to dry to atone for the political sins the Alliance caused by him shooting that tank round on the blast door, and this fateful visit fby Ajira, the carceral authorities assessed his conduct as an inmate. It would appear that inmates further along the process of rehabilitation were going to be sent on supervised community service missions outside the premises of the prison, so long as they did not use it to attempt escape. Since he posed no real threat, In the prison shuttle, he immediately recognized the dark-sider inmates that baked the cookies for the prison: how were they going to bake cookies without using the Force? Or were they to even bake the cookies in the first place? He might have distributed, and eaten some cookies once, but there was no time for him to think any further about why the dark-siders among the inmates are with him: he wore a janitor's uniform complete with a mop, not unlike the flying mop Cathul was rumored to fly.

 

[Ben Carlin]

Location: BARKHESH SYSTEM
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"]
Post: 2

He checked his radio putting it on the fighter channel listening to some of the chatter before turning his music off forgetting he left it on. Scanning the skies he saw Choli's X-Wing pull out of the hanger behind him and tipped his wing to her before he straightened himself out.

"This Is Flight Officer Carlin, Lieutenant Vyn according to orders I'm your wing-man for this mission." He looked through the paper next to his radio on all the channels before finding a private one. "Switch over to 33.7 it's a two way system and the only thing bouncing will be between us and it will help communicate with little chance of getting detected by the First Order fly-boys. Turning over now I'll talk to you there."

He turned the knob over tot the channel flipping his afterburners off after he finally cleared the Rebel's Hope he began scanning the area in front of him and checking the logs, only asteroids and other space rocks but nothing out of the ordinary so far.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective A; Asmeru
Discuss things
Post 1

Draco was arriving in system in a shuttle. He was lazy, he was bored, and he was relaxed. There was some kind of Gala or Ball, or some other kind of social event. Draco didn't expect he would find a whole lot of upper level statesmen sitting around to meet with him, and he didn't expect a grand welcome.

"This is Shukalar of the Mandalorian Clans, requesting permission to land and attend the festivities." His voice was clear across the communicator. It made him known, and it made his intentions relatively clear. Requesting permission was polite, and not something normally done when speaking to bitter enemies. His wife Faith was rebuilding the Alderaanian Embassy on Coruscant, and the Alliance had, other than one minor transgression, treated the clans with honor and respect. They deserved the same treatment from him.

He had some business to discuss with the Alliance, and as he understood it, they had some business they had wanted to discuss with the Clans. The Shuttle made its way into the line of ships entering through the controlled gap in the local planetary minefield and waited in line for authorization to attend the social festivities.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Zark"] [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Saffron]

B A R K H E S H
2/5 post for Mara Tibx Contract for materials via a secured Fuel Station

The construction of a sensor and comm base on Barkhesh at the former Rebel Base.
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For the protection of the Barkhesh system, it had been proposed that the Fuel Station would be built within a nearby system. Barkhesh itself was in the Outer Rim in the Seitia Sector. It contained the
Bendii, Doxxen, Fanha, Gal Milnor, Manpha, Olabria, Seitia, Sil'Lume , and the Tol Ado systems. The focus would be of course near the Barkhesh system and nearby Gal Milnor. Gal Milnor had formally been a planet that housed the main supply base used by the Alliance to Restore the Republic to store food, munitions and fuel. Rebuilding and reconstructing this supply base would aid in fueling and supplying Barkhesh itself.

The goal was to remain small and mobile. There was no need for one of the larger Mara Tibx fuel stations. Providing a good solid fuel station and mobile fuel platforms would be sufficent to provide for this sector. As the majority of the defenses would be in place by the Alliance, there was only a need to focus on a personal shield and the droids that maintained the fuel station itself rather than weapons.

 

[Karl Von Keldor]

FOIV Challenger
Planet ISIS

Karl von Keldor paced the bridge slowly, watching over the crew going about their duties in the pits below. Patrol duty was, of course, not a thrilling assignment, but it gave the newly minted Commander the ability to observe how his crew. They had already seen action, not long ago in the Virgilia system against the Ssi-Ruuk, and yet the crew were still getting used to their new commander just as much as he was to them. The young captain was just considering ordering a drill when the communications officer waved him over.

"Sir, we're recieving a message from Isis control, long range scanners have detected ships in Barkesh. They're not transmitting First Order codes, Sir."

Karl nodded. He had never been to the Barkesh system before, but knew that it was nearby, just on the edge of First Order space. As far as he knew, there was little of interest there, but that certainly wouldn't have stopped pirates, brigands, or the occasional enterprising free trader from setting up shop in-system. Still, unidentified ships so close to the border-indeed, close to Isis itself-warranted investigation. Nothing too impressive, just a quick scan of the system to see who had appeared, wave them away, or impound their ships if they turned out to be criminals.

Another day in the life of a commander assigned to patrol duty.

"Very well. Alert system command that we will investigate."

Five minutes later, the Challenger was in hyperspace, making it's way towards the Barkesh system, and what surely promised to be just another routine patrol...



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[member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Ben Carlin"]

 

[HK-36]

Location: Asmeru
Allies: Galactic Alliance, party goers
Enemies: Fun haters?
Objective: Party

"Shot-shot-shot-shot-shot-shot!"

The droid's voice bellowed out among the roars of crowd cheering as the festivities were in full swing. The droid was currently in his usual armored attire, with a black cloak hanging off of his, however this time he was also covered in colorful beads hanging off of his neck as he was being carried around on a chair by a group of natives as a band of Mon-Calamarians played to serenade the party-goers,

"I'm Mon-Cal, da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die, da ba dee da ba die!"

Over and over as everyone cheered, danced, took shots of dubious liquids, threw beads at each other to see a bit of cheeky nudity, and so forth,

"I fething love this planet!"

HK called out as he was being moved up and down on the chair by the crowd of inebriated natives, his words were met with a roaring cheer of agreement with others.


This may have been who [member="Draco Vereen"] would have to speak, permission to land being granted to the Mandalorian emissary, unless someone else would rather to step in.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Zark"] [member="Karl Von Keldor"]

The RNS Jamillia boasted a comprehensive, unmatched ability to send out probes and scout ships, then process their raw data into usable forms. When the FOIV Challenger blew past an in-progress monitoring cordon, three of eight non-mass hyperwave transceiver probes had already been deployed around that particular route. They caught the edge of the First Order ship's passage and relayed it to their deployment vessels. In turn, those ships notified the Jamillia over Barkhesh, which passed the contact to Galactic Alliance authorities.

A scout fighter had been deploying probes down a nearby praedium. Now, it shifted course toward the fastest route from Isis to Barkhesh. The paths out here were anything but straight: even the nearest super-hyperlane got squirrelly going through the Greater Javin. Without specialized gear, a ship going from Isis to Barkhesh might need to drop out of hyperspace and realign once or twice. At one such point, high-powered scan probes were deployed. Thus far, the Jamillia's recon assets had only pinged a capital-scale contact. Far more information was needed.

Meanwhile in the Barkhesh system, scout ships dropped tactical interdiction probes, comparable to pulse-mass mines, just outsystem of the most likely decant points from Isis.

None of these probes would survive a fight. All, except the SIARCs tasked as hyperspace monitors, would be easy to spot. Ideally, though, by the time the Challenger reached Barkhesh it would have been at least partially identified. That, and forced out of hyperspace outside weapons range of the planet's civilian traffic. There would be nothing waiting at that point except high-intensity scan probes looking to say hello.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Objective C: Former Massassi Sith Temple exploration.
Exploration objective for New Jedi Order, ExplorCorps, and chance of fighting Sith Spirits.
Token artifacts may be found

This is a rather low population planet with some net locations:

• Great Temple Valley : A series of ancient temples of an unknown civilization scattered along a valley on the planet Barkhesh and was similar to the Massassi temples on Yavin 4.

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[member="Saint Monica"] and any NJO Jedi that would like to join.
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"What was it that they said would be here, Master Qel-Droma?" the 'master' title was more of one of respect than an actual rank. Instead the old Green Corellian Jedi was more of a Knight than anything else. A bladesman and a scholar, he had been assigned by the Grand Marshal to explore a curious set of temples that a forward party had discovered. They only had the basics in regards of a survey, but the ExploreCorps would be joining them to continue it.

"Should be Mayrai." his companion was a thirteen year old padawan by the name of May'ra. She was a Lethon Twi'lek youngling assigned to the Corellian to train in the crystal arts.

"One moment." For the New Jedi Order, this was a way to help the newest padawans and Knights in training some practical experience. He knew that there would be other Masters who likely had arrived before him. Shuttle touching down within the jungle clearing, he brought out his comm to try and hail anyone.

[ This is Knight Qel-Droma of the New Jedi Order. Anyone out there? ]

 

[Veino Garn]

Objective A- Asmeru
[member="Draco Vereen"]
Discuss things
1/20
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A festival was in progress. It echoed with laughter and rang with joy. Its presence echoed through his mind, but he wasn't there to be part of the party. He was stationed with technicians at spaceport control, listening and observing the ins and outs of traffic. Security, to put it simply. If anyone showed up with signs of hostilities, he could intervene. Direct intercept forces or ground defenses or prepare teams to intercept landings. But so far, that had been far from necessary. In fact, there had been nothing special.

Well, until this new transmission came through. The comm techs looked up at him and replayed it through his console. Veino pursed his lips as he listened. The voice, distorted by long distance communications at it was, was familiar.

"Confirmed, Shukalar," Veino added after a moment. "Proceed to landing pad Aurek-seven." He paused again, resting his elbows on the table. "Draco, right? Care for another round of drinks?"

He pulled out his own comlink and sent a quick dispatch through to one of the other Jensaarai on duty. It was simple. Handle the control room. If the Shukalar of the clans was here, that meant something. What it was entirely, Veino wasn't entirely sure. If he was here just for the party, it would have just been personal. Not necessarily an official title. Or he could be entirely wrong. That had happened before, contrary to what some of the younger apprentices believed.

Veino stood and slung his coat around his shoulders, leaving it unbottoned as he strode from the room, speaking into the comms again. "Someone get some of the strongest drinks you can find. Got a Mandalorian ambassador and I left my seaweed whiskey on Susefvi."

Perhaps they would have a wild time. The last meeting had been pleasant - with a nice sea-side luncheon. Pleasant chatter in regards to the embassy. Was it finished being built yet? He wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it was something to check up on.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: BARKHESH SYSTEM
Objective: B - Border Scouting
Allies: [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Zark"] ( npc ) @ any other Starfighter Squadron like Wild Knights [member="Roth Tillian"]

VS Potentially when information is sent to us | [member="Karl Von Keldor"] and any First Order Members

Post: 6

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"This Is Flight Officer Carlin, Lieutenant Vyn according to orders I'm your wing-man for this mission.

Switch over to 33.7 it's a two way system and the only thing bouncing will be between us and it will help communicate with little chance of getting detected by the First Order fly-boys. Turning over now I'll talk to you there."

"Beep, boop, beep!" R4-D2, her Pebbledrone Astromech gave a small curious and excited noise. Choli's lips went curling in a grin.

"Yeah, gonna see if we can find anything out there." she replied, moving her hand over her comm to toggle towards the directed frequence channel. Once it hit 33.7 her voice happily chirped out --

[ This is Lieutenant Vyn, Flight Officer Carlin -- how's it going for your first time out eh?] he was a new addition to their squadron, having formally served under another before transferring here. Choli was always the one to give the greetings and hellos and help with the two credit tours.

[ You ready for a potentially boring run? ] she teased, unaware that at the present time there were indeed First Order scouts in the black.

 

[Asher]

Objective B
[member="Choli Vyn"] // [member="Ben Carlin"]

There was no bruise or all that visible scar. Owen ran a hand through his disheveled hair as he skipped on over to his fighter in the bay to the rhythm of Choli’s song with the occasional twirl and spin on his toes. He was back! He was no longer using a cane to get by and the headache was gone in full. His hands stroked quite possibly too lovingly along the cold metal surfaces of his X-Wing as he inspected it with perhaps a little too much glee for everyone’s tastes. The man couldn’t help it, he was back in his element, this was where he belonged.

The check was done and over with, the man made the final skip up the ladder and into his cockpit. Knobs dialed to 33.7, switches flicked, controls grabbed while thrusters were pushed. He taxied out of port and once he was in the clear he promptly disengaged the landing gears and let his wings spread. An eye cast at the mass lock monitor and once the bright blue light went out his attentions would set on the mission ahead. A former rebel base to be surveyed, as well as a scouting mission for potential First Order movements.

There were missions that could have been worse.

All things considered, he was just happy to be able to actually be out here again. Strikes on record and a severe concussion would do that to you.

 

[Karl Von Keldor]

FOIV Challenger
Objective B
Allies: All by myself
Opponents: Everyone!

The less than perfect expanse of the Greater Javin meant that, in fact, one hyper-jump became three. The last point, just minutes from the edges of the Barkesh system, contained more than Karl had thought. The first hint that this might not have been a routine mission came from his sensor officer.

"Sir, sensors are showing two scout probes off the port bow."

"Are they transmitting First Order codes? Or civilian ones perhaps?" In itself, the presence of probes didn't mean much. The galaxy was a large place, and everyone from military forces to small business owners had probes all over the place for any number of reasons. Hell, even vegetable merchants had probes sometimes, watching for the ships that would pick up their wares for resale. And most of them would transmit a code that would explain who they belonged to.

This was not the case today.

"No Sir, no codes that we can read."

"Very well. Mark this location, we will return once our scan of Barkesh."

Setting a small marker that would appear on local First Order charts, and that would also return to Isis control, they jumped to hyperspace for the final time.

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When the Challenger reverted into realspace on the edges of the Barkesh system, it came as a complete surprise to it's crew. Mostly because it reverted a full two and a half seconds before the navicomputer predicted it would. In hyperspace terms, that came out to...

"Sir! We've been forced out of hyper two thousand kilometers short of our destination!"

Suddenly, today was far from routine.

"Shields up! Find what dropped us short and report back to me."

Of course, after the initial moment of panic that came with the potential for ambushes and other such less than fun things, came the realization, courtesy of high powered military grade sensors, that they were far from alone in the Barkesh system. Karl watched as the scanner lit up with multiple ships, including a cruiser, two corvettes, and a squadron of fighter-sized ships. Fortunately, of course, they were all far away enough that nobody posed an immediate threat to anyone else.

Still...

"Maintain shield coverage. Alert the scout crews to prep their ships." The message was sent down to the Challenger's meager hangar bay, and the quadruplet of TIE's carried on board gradually began the process of being brought to life. "And open a comm channel, hailing frequencies, full system."

The comms officer complied, and thus a message was dispatched through the system.

"This is the First Order Vessel Challenger to unidentified ships in the Barkesh system. You are hereby ordered to heave to and identify yourself immediately."

No, today was not going to be routine at all...

 

[Saffron]

B A R K H E S H
3/5 post for Mara Tibx Contract for materials via a secured Fuel Station

The construction of a sensor and comm base on Barkhesh at the former Rebel Base.
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Depending on the needs of the Alliance and those they would give access to the fuel station, Mara Tibx was able to provide a variety of fuels. Tibx, spun tibanna, tibanna, and your standard fuel. Anything more exotic than that would require an advanced order. Nothing that couldn't be done, but it would take a few days for trasport and distribution.

There was an option to provide a means of allowing for small ship maintenance througha mobile shipping dock,but that was ultimately up to the Alliance if they chose to go that venue. For now, the fuel station was the priority. Right now was just the confirmation on the amount of fuel they would need in any given month to ensure Mara Tibx provided the right amount of refueling needs.

With a fleet of fuel stations, fuel tankers, and mobile fueling vessels, Mara Tibx and Fuels was able to provide not only quality fuels, but were able to offer any experience in tapping into a valuable resource for any government entity, for a fair price, and ensuring that the maximum amount of profit is attained for all resources. This included the exploration of wells, gravity and geomagnetic surveys, drilling extraction and refinement.

A local survey team was dispatched to Gal Milnor proper to investigate if they had any potential resources for fueling.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Asmeru
Post: 2/25
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Social festival

Ugohr doesn't realize that his boots also contain tracking equipment in its soles allowing the jailers to track down each and every single convict assigned to this community service mission. Luckily he didn't meet with Chandrilans on the festival's premises; otherwise he would be assaulted pretty much without fail. He began picking up the waste on the ground using the broom, while the others are feasting and partying to their hearts' content. He knows that he should avoid interacting with other guests unless spoken to by the other guests. And patrons. But he can't help but think of the broomsticks other dark-sided inmates told him about back on Sullust. He began to suspect that perhaps... perhaps if someone could actually mount a repulsorlift engine on a broomstick one could mount both the rider and 100 kg of cargo, that is, providing personal transportation almost the same as attack craft. And yet, after he picked up some waste on the ground, he takes the time to warn his immediate supervisor about the possibility that the broomsticks could be used for escaping.

"Yousa sure disen brooms not usable for flying?"

"Where does the idea of flying brooms come from?"

"Mesa knowen a Witch or two dat uses flying broomsticks. Theysa rather slow compared to swoops when used for flying if what shesa says about them-sa issa correct"

"Inspect every broomstick in use: Ugohr has reasons to suspect that some of them can be flown" the jailer told the other security guards.