Border Surveillance [ GA Dominion of Asmeru & Barkhesh ]

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

THE PLANET
RHEN VAR
THE SILVER CITADEL

The worst thing about being a Jedi Master was you were supposed to go out and make sure the knights were behaving themselves.

Which was totally boring because most of them were. The young Anzat had no idea just what kind of role-models that these Silver Jedi had to act as professional as they did, but they definitely could have used a Qui-Gon Jinn, Quinlan Vos, or Kit Fisto to show them how it was done. The whole point of being a Jedi Knight on assignment away from the Council was to put as much distance between you and them as possible, and then to make your own decisions. Instead, nowadays, subspace radio transmissions made it to where you were pretty much linked up at the hip with the Council no matter where you went.

And people wondered why he vanished into the Kathol Outback for months at a time.

In any case, [member="Coci Heavenshield"] had told him it was his turn to go check on the watch post located out on Rhen Var. Which, he'd just done like, hello, a year ago? How many Jedi Masters did they have? It couldn't be his turn again all ready...

...this probably had nothing to do with the Force Ball that had gone through the window of her office.

...which he continued to officially declare he knew nothing about and, on advice of legal counsel, asserted his right to remain silent.

The tow-headed Anzat was busy teaching the padawans the timeless application of Force Barrier to snow... Force Snow Bunker! The perfect vantage point from which to unleash the fluffy white death and claim tactical superiority in snowball fights.

He was haflway through his arsenal, giggling stupidly as he successfully transformed the very serious Jedi of the Silver Watch into a padawans versus knights snowball fight... in which poor [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] was likely either buried under a meter of snow or else nursing a bottle of mead somewhere... when he heard the call go out.

"Incoming transmission."

Who'd be calling him?

It was probably [member="Makai Dashiell"] asking for cheat codes again...

Ducking behind his Ultimate Force Snow Bunker, hereinafter dubbed Fort Awesome, the Anzat felt like he was practically a bowling ball in the thick winter get-up and gear he was wearing. Dusting snow off his HoloLink, the boy swipe-activated the hologenerator to reveal a red flamebird logo with five stars burning underneath it. "Huh?" the child uttered, his nose wiggling with the gesture. "The Alliance?"

He should probably take this.

Low crawling back toward the Silver Citadel, to avoid the fluffy orbs of doom that were flying in all directions, the boy got clear of the impromptu firing range and then picked himself up as he ran inside. First, to pee, and then to pull up the transmission.

"Oh, they jus' wanna order some stuff."

//FROM: xantha@corellia-digital.holo.net
//TO: [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"]

Hi, Miss Ambassador zh'Vranthi!

I hope that the Galactic Alliance is happy with the quality of their HoloNet and telecommunications services in the Coruscant System, and am glad to know that the Alliance trusts Corellia Digital with requests such as these.

Purchase of all requested items is approved.

Please let me know when you'd like to take delivery. If you'd like, I can bring them out to you in person if you have any concerns about installation.

Sincerely,
S.J. XANTHA

 

[Ben Carlin]

Location: Temple
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Saint Monica"] | [member="Roon Ganar"] | [member="Dar'rak"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Zark"]
Post: 1

He ran up to the group out of breath arriving a little late to the planet. He bent over catching his breath PANT, pant pant. He shook his head, next time he knew to wake up early for an important day like this, but he slept too well. He cursed his sleep patterns and looked towards the group on the planet looking at Monica and Roon nodding towards them. He still had his hands on his knees as he introduced himself to the others.

"Hello, gasp I'm Kit Bodua Padawan of, no one right now, under the New Jedi Order of the Galactic Alliance. I'm sorry I'm late to the party, or the expedition, sorry. Is there any preliminary things we should do before we enter, any precautions? Or we just going to go in there... Holy Bantha..."

He had just looked up and finally got a chance to see the golden arc of the temple and shook his head, this was going to be interesting that was for sure. This day is going to get worse then me being late... that I can tell for positive. He thought as he looked at the temple before him shaking his head his black eyes scanning the place in front of him. He then looked at the group in front of him giving a wistful sigh, yay, so much fun, go have fun getting yourself killed in a ancient sith temple.

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

BARKHESH
Comm Base.
Post One.

Barkesh was one of the closest planets to the current First Order borders. Colonel Ivelisse was charged with safeguarding Galactic Alliance Space whenever they expanded their territory. Operatives that had been sent down to the planet earlier had confirmed the location of there being a Rebel Base, and Aerion was on his way down in his Stealth-X at that very moment. Ahead of him were shuttles loaded with equipment already being carted off. The Rebel Base that was on the planet was soon going to be refurbished and brought up to current Alliance standards.

The Stealth-X touched down on what appeared to be a cleared out landing pad with the other supply and equipment shuttles.

He popped the cockpit open, and then he vaulted over the side and walked off from his shutting down starfighter.

"Sir," someone called to him before he could even get three steps away. "Sensor satellites are being put in position around the planet. The receiver is being set up nearby."

It was difficult to give orders to those who were experienced. Far more experienced than he was when it came to what a base needed. Those in the Guard knew much better as to what they were going to need.

"Bring me inside."

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

Aboard Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel the Dawn of Sullust.



ATTN: Clan Rekali, INC

To [member="Alec Rekali"]

The Galactic Alliance has reviewed your work with previous humanitarian aid efforts and would like to request the purchase of your products for an upcoming project.



Ret'lini-class S-thread boosters

Kal'ika-class Recon Probes

One Kar'ara'novor Multifunction Defense Emplacement

Solus'orhaar Handheld Scanners



If these are favorable for Galactic Alliance purchase, we will direct funds accordingly.


Thank you once again for your time.

Ambassador Arieth zh'Vranthi
The Galactic Alliance

 

[Dar'rak]

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.

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Location: Planet Barkhesh in route to Quark River Temple.
Allies: Galactic Alliance; New Jedi order; [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]; [member="Saint Monica"]; @Zark; [member="Roon Ganar"]; [member="Kit Budoa"]
Post: 3

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[ Not to worry Knight Dar'rak. We will await you at the Quark River Temple. Fly safe. ]

Dar'rak was traveling through the bush on his speeder when Qel-Droma's message came over his coms. Stopping briefly to look over his holo-map of the surrounding area. The young Jedi found the river in question and followed it to the Temple resting near its bank. "Ah yes. Not far now. It looks as if some of the terrain may be rough to travel even on speeder bike. I will have to increase my altitude or risk crashing."

Not wanting to wreck his prized Speeder Bike, Dar'rak looked for a safer path on his HUD before reactivating the engines. Tilting his feet on the peddles Dar'rak accelerated and pitched the nose of his bike skyward. While his course was not ideal for concealment it would be much faster and less likely to collide with anything other than a large avian should one cross his path. Something he'd hope to see long before an incident could occur. The young Jedi would make up several minutes as the quicker smoother path yielded little in the way of obstacles and he found himself shortly outside the temple gates where it seemed as if others had arrived some time before him. Having set up shop nearby.

Once he arrived Dar'rak took a look around suddenly feeling an unease within the Force. Not sure just yet what it meant the Knight had his guard up as his dismounted his speeder and it deactivated. Checking his supplies as well as the pair of Lightsabers located on his belt were all accounted for.

Dar'rak was still young perhaps not even in his 20s but one would not be able to tell from his stature as he stood almost 2 meters already. Dar'rak was unaware of the appearance of the two men he'd heard over the coms having never met them before so he resigned himself to first exploring outside the temple area where an encampment was already set up. Having grown in maturity over the years since his time in the Jedi academy Dar'rak was not so shy and opted to lower his hood revealing his Reptilian features to the crowd. Some looked at him while others gave him no mind. Dar'rak ran a hand over his horns as the warm sun fell onto his features. The Warmth felt good and a stark contrast to the cold emptiness of space. He was wearing his typical Jedi attire of a Green Tunic and black pants with his wooden Lightsabers clipped firmly to his belt as he searched out his comrades within the crowd..

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Quark River Temple, Surface of Barkhesh
Objective: C - Meet Up With Fellow Jedi at ExplorCorp FOB
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Saint Monica"] [member="Dar'rak"] [member="Kit Budoa"] [member="Roon Ganar"]
4


Commodore Pulsar had been able to pick out Knight Qel-Droma's trail upon reaching the coordinates the other Jedi had provided to him. With a mind still swimming in topographical surveys and orbital reconnaissance holos, he was able to work out the general direction of their intended destination, but even so he only caught up with the Corellian and his Jedi youngling companion as they neared the temple itself. The whining of his bike's engine meant it didn't take a Jedi to hear him approaching, and for a moment Zark felt self-conscious about his appearance. Still wearing his Galactic Alliance officer's uniform in the barest resemblance of regulation, with a traveling cape that seemed more at place on the shoulders on a fringer than a Jedi, he worried that he might not cut the appropriate figure for the occasion. As a general rule, Jedi were exceedingly polite about such matters, but some of them could be more judgmental than they cared to admit about those of their own who strayed from tradition, and Zark was anything but traditional.

"Greetings, my friends!" he called out after abandoning his speeder within eyesight of the Temple, unwilling to disturb either the ruin grounds or his new companions' peace by sidling along up to them with the loud and unruly machine, "What a sight, is it not?"

The overly genial words felt somewhat forced as he spoke them aloud, but if there was any truth to the feeling it was more out of anxiety over potentially speaking out of turn than falsehood. And he could not deny to be honestly enthralled at the spectacle of the ruins towering before him. The design reminded him a little of similar ancient structures he had seen on one of Yavin IV's moons, and the Jedi archaeologist wondered if they shared a common Massassi heritage, though there could be no way of knowing for certain without lot more exploration and a little bit of luck besides. Gazing upon the stonework, Zark shivered as he shrugged off a nagging sensation in the back of his mind, unaware of the uninvited company both in the system and approaching the planet the feeling portended.

 

[Jsc]

​

Location: Quark River Temple
Obj C - p4 - Mission Breifing
w/ [member="Roon Ganar"] (Padawan) , [member="Zark"] Pulsar (Commodore) , [member="Dar'rak"] (Knight) ,
[member="Kit Budoa"] (Padawan) , [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] (Knight) , Mryhai (Twi'lek Padawan NPC) , &
[member="Castor Ren"]


Karen was gleefully surprised at the arrival of a giant lizard man, an out-of-breath squid head, and of course; Zark Pulsar. The later of which she could not be bothered to remember his rank either? Oh dear.

But just before she could reply or make introductions, a tall Jedi Master stepped out from the command tent,

"Hello hello. Welcome Padawans and Knights. Officers and guests too. Yes yes. Welcome all. I am Master Becket. One of the leading NJO Scientists on this strange, strange planet. All of you who wish to journey into the temple and gather up some artifacts for the order to study, please step forward."

He waved to the tents nearby,

"Quite easy, quite easy. Just venture into the temple complex there through the front door. We've already mapped the first floor but the underground lairs deeper below still remain untouched for your perusal. The objective is simple. All you have to do is bring back some artifacts for us to study. Anything that might help us date these temples or give light as to their previous use, and owners. Nothing to it really. And remember. Yes yes. Do remember. It's dark down there and do try to be safe as you browse yes. We've already had a few run-ins with the Darkside in these jungles. Lingering spirits and idle whispers too. So do keep your wits about you as you delve deeper still. As my own Master used to say, you just never know. Ha!"

He waved the comments away with a chuckle,

"Anyway anyway. The radio frequency is still 9629, should you need to contact us while you are exploring. Good luck everybody. Fair travels in your exploring. Force be with you now. Ta ta."

The Jedi Master grabbed his pipe and then quickly stood aside. No doubt awaiting the adventuring party to gather themselves up and quickly start exploring. Ah. Welp. I guess that was the mission briefing then. Huh? Okay. Here goes nothing then.

Mm. Karen folded her arms. Wondering if she should put Zark in charge for this one, maybe.

 

[Saffron]

B A R K H E S H
7/5 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.
15

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It would take about half an hour at the most to arrive at Gal Milnor. In the meantime, Saffron busied herself with reviewing what she could find about the Purrgil. Siting inside of her cabin, the shuttle prepped for launch. In front of her lay her mobile data terminal. Most companies and spacers might have considered the Purrgil to be pests, but for Saffron they were something different.

The clone wanted to study them more. Not just because their presence meant that the gas they require to jump into hyperspace would be there, but to learn more about them. If one could simply study their migratory paths and perhaps take data, odds were the situation could improve for both parties.

Perhaps calling Aeri and getting PharmaTech would benefit from this.

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

Aboard Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel the Dawn of Sullust.



ATTN: ArmaTech

To [member="Draco Vereen"]

The Galactic Alliance has reviewed ArmaTech's produce line and would like to request the purchase of your products for an upcoming project.

• 10 Darksky Area Shields
• 10 World Guardian Shields

If these are favorable for Galactic Alliance purchase, we will direct funds accordingly.


Thank you once again for your time.

Ambassador Arieth zh'Vranthi
The Galactic Alliance

 

[Asher]

You bet Owen snickered. He too had made the same mistake of hitting on someone and then panickingly covering it up as a slip.

“Slip.” Owen chimed in. “Until we find something better, he will for always be Slip, or Slipper.”

The man, Owen, shifted around in his chair and threw a few glances around his immediate area to see if he could find anything, see any kind of activity, but it was useless. Eyes darted at the sensors and they too came up empty. The sound of Rogue One’s voice filled his cockpit with the ever so lovely, and somehow expected, order to keep it cool. He had his reservations about it, but being the first person to fire shots in an interstellar war rarely looked all that well on a resume.

If anything, it looked bad. Very, very bad.

He kept his cool nonetheless, followed the order and reported back. “Got it. This is fourteen, folding my S-foils.”

“...”

A moment of silence passed, Owen got into formation and followed with the rest before,

“I’m not the only one with a bad feeling about this, right?”

[member="Tanomas Graf"] // [member="Karl Von Keldor"]
[member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Ben Carlin"] // [member="Choli Vyn"]
[member="Ajira Cardei"] // [member="Deacon"] // [member="Arix Askrima"] // [member="Roth Tillian"]

 

[Vexen]

Location: Quark River Temple
Objective C
[member="Roon Ganar"] (Padawan), [member="Zark"] Pulsar (Commodore), [member"=Dar'rak"] (Knight), [member="Kit Budoa"] (Padawan), [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] (Knight) , Mryhai (Twi'lek Padawan NPC) [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Saint Monica"] (JSC class character)

This was Micah's idea, she reminded herself curtly. Since he'd rescued her as a pup from the bowels of an ithorian hardship she had never liked to go far from his side. Yes she now had her room room instead of curling up in a crevice in the engine bay or in a pile of towels off the bottom of his bed, but she was still young. She didn't feel independent.

But he was getting older too. She hadn't yet decided if this was because he felt she needed more confidence around others or because he'd found someone to practice his flirting on. Perhaps it didn't help when she openly laughed at his attempts...

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah?" She turned to see a knight in light beige robes. The duros smiled and spoke in a friendly manner.

"Would you mind not hiding your presence in the Force quite so much? I don't mean to be rude it's just I've been to a few ruins and some of the worst creatures are like shadows. Smoke demons in fact. I just wouldn't want any of the younger ones getting startled."

"Oh." That send an echo of past pain through her gut. Back where she had grown up the other homeless children had called her demon and chased her away on sight. Turning her focus inwards she saw it was true. She hadn't just shrunk away from the situation socially without Micah, she had drawn her presence in too. "Sorry."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: BARKHESH SYSTEM

Objective: B - Border Scouting

Better to be late than never show up right? Thirteen’s X-Wing darted quickly, heavily tuned parts just making it that much faster than the usual X-wing. Wasn’t much and nothing necessary that had to go through the parts department for approval, though if she was caught by upper management and if Asmus had a togruta up his butt - then she’d be a good girl and submit her modifications. Either way, for now she decided to fly under the radar. Filing into formation near Owen, she listened to the Rogue One chime in on what the plan was.

Seemed today was going to be one of those days.

“Bait steady us alright, I have some business to take care of.” The woman paused for a moment as she unzipped her jumpsuit. Communications opened with Asmus, their glorious leader. “Pft, I got something better than faces.” The sound of a zipper echoed as the communication quickly cut out. Allyson wiggled out of the jumpsuit and shimmied out of her undergarments. As they made their pass, two lightly tanned cheeks pressed against her X-Wing’s window.

Bait of course approved and whistled at the pilot. While she mooned the FO ship, she began to count the number of people that had seen her bottom. Another moment passed and she hoped that none of her squadmates flew at the right angle to see what she was doing. Either way, no shame fell upon the Corellian who was still grinning from ear to ear.

[member="Tanomas Graf"] // [member="Karl Von Keldor"]
[member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Ben Carlin"] // [member="Choli Vyn"]
[member="Ajira Cardei"] // [member="Deacon"] // [member="Arix Askrima"] // [member="Roth Tillian"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

TO: [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"]
FROM: Office of the Aliit'Alor, Rekali Central Command, Location Unknown

Ambassador zh'Vranthi,

Clan Rekali Incorporated is more than willing to provide you with the requested materials. However, some caveats apply.

The Kal'ika stealth reconnaissance probes and the Ret'lini miniature deployable S-thread boosters are considered sensitive material. While Central Command and the aliit'alor have approved the sale, this sale is specifically to the GADF, with the understanding that the Kal'ika and the Ret'lini would be treated with military security. Non-GADF personnel (for example, New Jedi Order members without formal military commissions) should not have access to this technology. This condition is non-negotiable.

If this condition is acceptable to you, please inform Central Command and the material will be shipped to your territory.

Regards,

Clan Rekali

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Asmeru
Post: 7/25
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Objective: Social festival

The next morning, Ugohr was busy cleaning up the kitchen, left dirty by the dark-siders baking cookies all night in it, as well as the dishes used by said dark-sided inmates. Sleeping with these boots and ditanium balls-and-chains was far from a comfortable experience but a necessity for these multi-day community service trips that he signed up for in an attempt to have this miscarriage of justice cleared because an appeal would probably depend on what he did while in jail. Clearly he was more harshly punished than was necessary, he was hung out to dry by the Chandrilan authorities but all he could do while his case's handling was made, was to sign up for some community service trips as appropriate per the carceral regulations. By going on Asmeru he exhausted his monthly allowance of community service trips: he was allowed three days a month for that purpose. As the jailer wakes Ugohr up...

"Tomorrow you all will be done with this trip to Asmeru, and back in prison you go"

"Really? Oursa allowance of community service trips issa exhausted?"

"Yes, it will be exhausted tomorrow. Back on Sullust you go"

"Dee days issa mui longo"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Objective A: Asmeru
[member="Veino Garn"]
Post 4

"Well met indeed." Draco said, pulling his buy'ce off and cradling it in the crook of his arm. He offered Veino a friendly smile, and in truth he was more attending for the festivities than he was for the discussions with the Galactic Alliance.

"I suppose first, is the issue of Cathul Thuku speaking out during the Mandalorian Alor'utai. She claimed to be an observer, and she wasn't one of my diplomats, so logic is, she was one of yours. She spoke out of turn, out of place during a sacred ritual on holy ground, claiming to be a representative of the Galactic Alliance as far as I can tell. It was an insult to our traditions, and implied that the Alliance believed itself to have a voice in our council." Draco found a seat in the small room and slumped down into it lazily.

"I'm not saying we are on the warpath about it, I'm just setting the record straight. If she is one of your politicians, she's no longer welcome in Meeting Chambers of the Alor Council, on pain of death, and you might want to look for someone who didn't insult every member of the leadership to be your ambassador. If she is actually one of my ambassadors, she's not anymore. She doesn't speak or listen with any authority outside the authority every sentient holds over their own selves." The warlord placed the helmet in his lap and smiled.

"That's all about her. And as has been since Mand'alor Ra Vizsla, the Clans and the Alliance are on friendly terms. If your diplomats want to meet with me, they can drop me a line about meeting. The First Order is my main concern. Does the Alliance have any deals with them the Mandalorians should know about before we start anything with them? If I were to declare open season on them, would the Alliance step in on our behalf, or theirs? Or, if I were to order our mercenary clans to fight alongside them, would the Alliance take offense?" Much more important matters had to be talked about.

His communicator buzzed and the Mandalorian glanced at it. "One sec, one of your diplomats is already texting me." Draco tapped a few buttons and put the communicator on silent.

//To: [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"]

The Darksky Shields are fine to pick up. The World Guardians are far too many. The Mandalorian Clans have only deployed 4 Units, and sold 1 other. I can sell 3 for now, and as the product line continues I can supply additional ones as time goes on.

Draco Vereen
//End

"My apologies Master Garn."

 

[Roon Ganar]

Location: Surface of Barkhesh, Massassi Sith Temple
Objective: C, Exploration for NJO
Allies: [member="Saint Monica"], [member="Dar'rak"], [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"], [member="Zark"], [member="Vexen"], [member="Kit Budoa"],
Other: [member="Castor Ren"]

Roon returned Monica's nod with a soft bow, pausing slightly after her words, trying to determine whether that was some innuendo of sorts from the older Force using woman. Either way, it would not matter much, he kept things going,

"It is good to meet you, Monica of Denon, and yes, I was assigned here to help with exploration and study the artifacts."

Soon enough their conversation would have been interrupted by the arrival of Nautolan Padawan, Kit, whose breathless speech was answered with Roon giving him a soft bow in greeting,

"Well met Padawan Bodua, I am Padawan Ganar."

Somewhere out in the distance among other researchers and explorers gathered in the camp the Kel Dor could spot a Trandoschan dressed in Jedi robes, that fun, exciting, however Roon didn't went out of his way to greet him, after all with everything going on in his vicinity his attention was stolen away by arrival of over-excited Zark, although Dar'rak could probably spot them by now.

Either way, Roon just took in Zark's words, and the crushing excitement he was producing, musing to himself,

Wow, what a dork that guy is.

Before greeting him as well with a soft bow when Pulsar closed in on them away from his speeder,

"Hello, I'm Padawan Ganar."

He stream-lined the greeting, looking over the temple's architecture as Zark did,

"Yes it- it really is something sure enough."

The Kel Dor was still taken aback slightly by just how excited Zark was.


The Jedi Master Becket, seemingly in charge of the whole expedition, came out and gave his speech, describing the situation, some of the dangers. Roon nod-nodded along with his words, just listening, making sure he didn't miss anything important like locations of known booby traps or pit falls. Speaking of booby traps, did Monica back then really did made an innuendo or did Roon imagine it? Wait, did Becket just said something about lingering spirits?

Roon glanced to others to check their reactions, trying to determine whether lingering spirits were really mentioned or if he just heard it wrong as he spaced out. He didn't ask anything about it though, after all he didn't want to make it look like he wasn't listening!

"Force be with you now."

"And also with you."

Roon replied as if by reflex before looking to see what others did, if they were ready to go into the temple and start going through it or if they were still waiting for others to arrive.

Hopefully nobody was going to kick the Becket.

 

[Ben Carlin]

Location: Massassi Temple
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Roon Ganar"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Saint Monica"] | [member="Zark"]
Post: 2

He looked around at the members of the party as they came, meeting the very excited Zark as he started on a tangent about something or other that Kit just droned out as he looked around at the rest of the people, his pure black his making it impossible for them to know who he was actually looking at, great for tricking people. He snickered in his head remembering one time with his friends when he had gotten them with that one. Then he saw a older man walk out of the tent and introduce himself as Master Becket. Kit bowed when the man introduced himself and stood back up listening to the man speak about the reason why they were there and what they were going to be doing in the temple. He sighed knowing that this was going to be a weird place.

"Well, might as well get a move on before the place gets dark... and the Sith animals come out and seek Jedi blood slurp they prefer the blood of little ones, so beware."

He looked towards the group his face straight as he told the group this, but on the inside he was dying with laughter at this, how many of the little ones would get scared at that one. Oh how he was cruel, but it was hilarious. He still stood there looking at the group inquiring their thoughts on his comment.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Post: 5
Location: Barkhesh System
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member=Zark] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Roth Tillian"]
Grumpy People: [member="Karl Von Keldor"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Roster:

• RNS Jamillia - 980m
• RNS Ajacar - 200m
• RNS Velit - 200m

Ajira grimaced and nodded. "I agree, Your Majesty. Thank you." She met Spencer's gaze and gave her the faintest of smiles, then reached for the comm button again.

"Comscan, broadcast."

"You're on, Director."

"This is Director General Cardei of Theed Hangar. On behalf of the Naboo humanitarian mission, I accept Admiral Graf's proposal and Captain Tillian's invitation. I will be taking a small ship to dock with the StarDream, where I expect us all to get very politely drunk. I will be bringing with me my guest, Her Majesty the Queen of Eshan."

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Deep Space, Barkhesh System
Objective: B - Scouting Mission
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Roth Tillian"]
Adversary: [member="Karl Von Keldor"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]
5


Bridge, Unyielding-class Command Cruiser Rebel's Hope

The situation was rapidly beginning to spiral out of Captain Mazik Stazi's control, and from the quietly furious expression and pale blue pallor Deacon could tell that the old duros knew it. Still, it was an improvement from the look on the man's face just a few minutes ago when he had first been hauled in by ship security. A vein had been throbbing so hard in the alien's elongated forehead that Deacon had been afraid the captain was about to have an aneurysm, but it was still a relief to see him nonetheless. As they had ushered him through the unfamiliar corridors of the carrier, the SIS agent had had enough time to worry that they would ignore protocols in light of the emergency and just toss him in the brig. Of course, no prison cell would ultimately hold him for long, but the force fields and guards and alarms would delay him just long enough to have no or negative effect on the current situation.

But they had acquiesced to his wished in the end, reporting their prisoner and his words on their way to wherever only to be rerouted rather quickly by commed orders from a superior. He would have liked to believe his extremely classified authentication sequence had something to do with it, but seeing the look on Captain Stazi's face had led him to believe it had a lot more to do with the naval officer wanting to see just who in the hell had the kind of audacity to stroll right through an airlock of a Defense Force carrier while it was in space. Attempting to explain that he was an intelligence agent here to offer his assistance, the captain quickly interpreted that as he was here to take over, and the situation became if possible more awkward and stand offish. Finally, convincing Stazi to accept the offer if only to hold off questions about their response time delay and buy the ship commander some time to figure out just what to do with him, the duros begrudgingly allowed Deacon to coach him through a response.

"Very well," Captain Stazi broadcasted across the open frequency, "Provided the Challenger agrees, we are powering down weapons batteries and...and will send an Alliance delegation to the StarDream via shuttle shortly."

The last words came with a subtle edge, as the captain realized mid sentence that Deacon's very specific choice of language meant the agent intended to accompany the CO of the Hope over in some capacity. After ending the signal, they spent another several minutes arguing about whether he would end up in a shuttle or the brig, and at the end of it he was given a spare Alliance naval uniform and Lieutenant Commander Cross, attache to Commodore Pulsar, was born. The two uniformed men shared a turbolift ride down to the hangar in sullen silence, and Deacon had to exercise every ounce of his training and experience now to curl his lips into a smug smirk.

"I'm still not drinking with any karking Imperials," the captain grumbled, and Deacon's training failed him in the end.

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

Aboard Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel the Dawn of Sullust.



ATTN: Corellian Defense

To [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

Mister Xantha, thank you for your prompt reply. We would like the products shipped out at the earliest convenience to Gal Milnor. From there our Alliance logistics teams will deploy them where necessary.

If possible, we would like a training session with Corellia Defense agents so as they can become familiar with the product for daily maintenance.

Is this possible?


Ambassador Arieth zh'Vranthi
The Galactic Alliance