Dominion Changes in Attitude - HR Dominion of Kattada

[Vodet]

The world of Kattada had long paid service to the Jedi. The Temple here was founded by none other than the infamous Jedi Master Coren Starchaser, directed towards his ultimate goal of exploring the galaxy and providing a home for people to learn the more hidden and arcane Jedi skills. A temple built on one of the larger islands, overlooking the sea, and being neighbored by, and protected by several settlements of other Force users in service of the Light who call the world home, namely Witches and even a Jensaarai covert.

While there are depths to the temple, the Exploration Corps headquarters and sanctuary settlement for refugees are the biggest draws of this Temple. A Jedi Service Corp location in a galaxy determined to make warriors out of everyone. The line of those who serve the Light and those who actually wield the Force is blurred at this location. And sitting on the borders of the Sith Covenant puts this location in harms way.

Determined to be a better station, the new leader of the Enclave, Jedi Master Vodet, has determined that the Enclave will specialize in a public facing ‘Form Zero’, of being peaceful, and slipping away to live another day. Pilots and exploration teams are given ships with packages that make it faster and safer to flee than to fight. However, that is all about to change.

With the Covenant in the wings, there are strikes of pirates, Sith pretenders, and warlords trying to make profit from the wars of the Republic, Covenant, and Mandalorians. As a waystation, and a beacon for lost spacers in the time after the Planeshift, donors and Jedi sympathizers have been providing the Enclave with ships to carry on its missions. The Arrival in force of the High Republic granted more technology, more bodies, and more of a unified mission for the world.

Objective One: Safe at Sea - Working with the Exploration Corps of the Jedi Order, pilots are tasked with finding alternative ways in and out of the greater neighborhood of Kattada. Pilots are given directions and destinations, getting refugees out of future war zones.

Objective Two: Protective Cove - The Jedi Service Corps are delivering food stuffs, prefabricated structures, and medical expertise to outlying systems and moons that have recently been under siege. Assisting the locals with finding lost people, providing needed support and generalized assistance in the rebuild of war torn worlds.

Objective Three: Hunters become the Hunted - With the High Republic arriving in force, while the world of Kattada is now becoming a staging area due to the more rural nature of the world. Military units are securing the local systems for future protection.​

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

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Tags: Feng Huang Verity Stuyveris Dominique Vexx

The world was beautiful and Ayumi was finishing, the outfit she had chosen was in three stages for this and designed to function as she looked at the Kattada Coral Diver Robes that had been made for Coren long ago. The force energies gleamed within them as she could see it but they were protective and made under the Aerial to Aquatic Airframe that she was using and rolled her shoulders. A smile appearing though while she was in orbit of the planet in one of the Fandar Transports. The expo had showed them and while not picked, Denon snatched the design up for the compact design. Ayumi was moving as she looked towards hopefully the others who could come with her down to the world.

"Come on." Ayumi's voice was quiet, more for herself than anyone else. She stood at the edge of the transport's open airlock, the deck vibrating faintly beneath her boots. Behind her, the pilot gave a curt nod from the cockpit. The airlock cycled with a hiss of equalizing pressure, and the last thread of artificial gravity released its hold as the outer door peeled back. Below, filling nearly the whole view, was the water world a seamless expanse of deep blue and pale turquoise, its surface unbroken by land, only the occasional white smear of a slow-spinning storm. Her amusement was there and the chance to give Rojuhr Pouihl a small heart attack was always needed.

Ayumi wore a sleek aerial dive suit, form-fitted and ivory white with golden Denon trim, its surface a seamless matrix of materia-lattice and adaptive material. No bulk, no loose straps just a second skin of engineered fabric that followed every line of her robed frame. She stepped onto the threshold. With a soft mechanical sigh, the face mask rose from the collar and sealed against her features with a click. Her own reflection warped across the smart glass for a moment, then vanished behind a cascade of data: oxygen pressure, hull integrity, waypoint markers. A glowing dot on the HUD marked her descent vector through the atmosphere and into the ocean below.

She stepped off. The sudden absence of deck plating beneath her feet and the stomach-drop of free fall. The transport's engines fired once to pull away, leaving her alone in the silence of low orbit. Gravity took over immediately. At first, the fall felt deceptively slow, the water world's curve barely changing. But within seconds, the horizon swelled, the blue expanse growing from a marble to a wall. The dive suit's friction-dampening field kicked in, a low hum running through the material as the first wisps of atmosphere began to drag at her. Streamers of plasma bled off her shoulders and legs, orange and brief, as she hit the upper air. The HUD recalibrated, showing altitude and speed in crisp white numbers that climbed fast.

Through the faceplate, the sky shifted from black to deep purple to a hazy, burning blue. The wind arrived like a physical blow. The suit held firm, but she could feel the pressure building, the rush of compressed air roaring past the mask. Below, the ocean was no longer a distant feature but a textured sheet of gunmetal gray, rolling with swells she could now resolve individually. At this speed, hitting the surface would be like hitting concrete. She waited, counting down the kilometers on the HUD. At two hundred meters, she raised her right arm. The forearm launcher, compact and integrated into the suit, fired a single compressed-energy round.

The shot streaked down and struck the water a hundred meters ahead of her entry point. A burst of steam and displaced water erupted upward, carving a temporary crater in the ocean's skin. Surface tension shattered. She hit the center of the disturbance. The impact drove through her, a hard compression that the suit's spinal dampeners absorbed just enough to keep her conscious. Water and foam roared around her, and then silence. Not true silence, but the muffled, heavy thrum of being submerged. Bubbles streamed past her visor, catching the fractured light from above. The pressure gauge spiked, then settled. The suit's thermal systems hummed, adjusting to the cool deep.

Ayumi oriented herself, arms out, legs together, letting the current take her momentum. Above, the hole in the water sealed itself with a final frothy gurgle. The water world closed over her, and she focused on it... allowing the aerial suit to eject from her as she was within the ethereal robes. White and icy blue as they shimmered for a moment. She focused the force through them and hung there for a moment suspended. Then the robes shifted and almost formed onto the skin while enclosing her head and face. The snout forming with teeth, webs between her fingers and she had fins at her feet where the robes sealed over her dive suit. Giving her a sharks look when she started to swim.

 

[Verity Stuyveris]

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"She has fully lost her mind."

The observation was to no one in particular as Verity Stuyveris watched the Senator for Denon step out the airlock and immediately plummet out of sight. That, Verity could almost have tolerated. After all, it was just her. If something happened to Ayumi Pallopides, that would be very tragic of course, but it was Ayumi choosing to do what Ayumi wanted to do and facing the consequences of what looked like would almost certainly be terminal velocity.

No, what suggested to Verity that her friend had taken leave of her senses was that she had supplied Verity and others with a similar sort of get-up and was anticipating that they would join her.

And even more ludicrously, Verity had not said no. She had not said yes, either, but had agreed to allow herself to be dressed up and strapped in and, now, maneuvered toward the airlock.

"My will has been updated," she murmured to herself. "My office has continuity programs in place until the next election." Verity crept toward the edge of the airlock from whence Ayumi had dropped. "Light help me," she murmured. She clicked the commlink on and then -- fearing that Ayumi would not thank her to have her ear filled with the sound of Verity's shrieking all the way down -- clicked it off again.

Right. Now or never.

Verity took a deep breath and stepped into nothing.

The least said about the freefall, the better. Verity followed the safety briefing as for how to operate on the approach -- if you could call streaking toward the water at an eyewatering speed an 'approach' -- and soon she was swimming along, looking for Ayumi. She clicked the comlink on. "Wait for me, Ayumi," she said dryly into the channel. "Still getting my sea legs. Um. Fins?"

Ayumi Pallopides | Feng Huang | Dominique Vexx​

 

[RG-11 "Regal"]

LOCATION: Kattada (Secure Landing Zone)
ORDERS: Supply Drop. Perimeter Control



Captain’s Log Supplemental…

The drivers of the Walker he affectionately named “Crownbreaker” just looked at him like he had 3 heads wondering what he was doing, RG-11, or “Regal” as he called himself just laughed. Relax boys, we’re all among friends here.

The Co-pilot removed her helmet to ask what he was doing. Regal showed a rare moment of humility, especially with the mirror next to him. Oh, wow… my bad. I don’t know, I just felt like saying it… “To boldly go…” ah nevermind. Watch the store, I’m going to check on our guest.

It was there that the change in Regal was noticeable. Sure, around his crew, he could be goofy, or silly (bored) but he was smart, smart enough to be professional when back in the cargo hold. Especially with a Jedi on board.

Master Jedi, welcome aboard the 17th column forward group walker, I affectionately call “Crownbreaker. All cargo looks to be secure, sir. He walked around the supplies that they were carrying and the crew that would unload it, offering salutes and handshakes, a truly respectable host.

When he approached the Jedi “Aiden Porte and a few others, he again saluted. We’re making good time from the dropzone to our staging area. We should be there within the next 30 standard minutes. Regal's demeanor shifted subtly, showing respect and focus as he ensured everything was in order. His professionalism underscored his ability to adapt to the situation, balancing his usual lightheartedness with the gravity of hosting a Jedi, emphasizing the importance of their mission and the responsibilities at hand.

We're making great time from the Landing Zone to our Staging area. We should be there within the next 30 minutes or so. Would you like to come to the front and watch out approach?

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Spoiler: Mission Summary

17th Column Forward Group
Vehicle Designation: Heavy Walker “Crownbreaker”
Reporting Officer: RG-11 “Regal”
Attached Personnel: Jedi Master Aiden Porte and accompanying support elements
Mission Status: En Route / Supplies Secure / Morale Questionably Excellent

Following successful departure from the designated drop zone, the 17th Column Forward Group proceeded toward the assigned staging area aboard the walker informally designated “Crownbreaker.” All mission-critical cargo was confirmed secured within the hold, with crew members assigned to unloading details briefed and prepared for deployment upon arrival.

Estimated time to staging area at time of report was thirty standard minutes. Transit conditions remained stable, with no immediate mechanical concerns reported by the driver team, despite their continued suspicion that command personnel may occasionally narrate their own lives for dramatic effect.

Jedi Master Aiden Porte and accompanying personnel were received aboard without incident. Proper honors and formal courtesies were observed. The presence of Jedi command was acknowledged with appropriate respect, and the cargo hold was personally inspected to ensure operational readiness, crew discipline, and the absence of anything that might explode before it was officially supposed to.

Crew morale remains high. Possibly too high. This will be monitored.

Overall, “Crownbreaker” and her crew remain on schedule, supplied, combat-ready, and prepared to support forward operations upon arrival at the staging area. The walker continues to serve as a mobile command, supply, and morale platform for the 17th Column, proving that even under field conditions, professionalism and a little theatrical timing are not mutually exclusive.

Filed by: RG-11 “Regal”
Final Note: If anyone asks, the “Captain’s Log” remark was for morale purposes only. Probably.

TAG: Aiden Porte

 

[Koris Reln]

Objective 3

Stepping out of the shuttle as it touched down just beyond the staging area, Koris found a degree of amusement in the towering walkers nearby. Though he would never willingly pilot one himself, he nevertheless held a certain respect for those capable of operating such machines.

Taking a moment to orient himself, Koris checked the small datapad in his hand for the location of a pirate band he had been tracking throughout the system for the past several days. Once he had pinpointed their position, the Alcedian male set off in that direction.

 

[Vodet]

The High Republic representatives were coming and that meant that there was a lot to be done. Having the extra hands was going to be a boon, but also a serious concern for many of the residents of Kattada. Hopefully, like most worlds that fly the Republic flag, they’d come in, offer some support, fix a few outlying problems, and make some promises that they would most likely keep.

There were pirates, and being this close to the Core, it meant that there were Sith not far away. And defenses could be shored up, for certain. Vodet wasn’t too worried about that. He had witches and Jedi on this world. But for now? He’d let the Republic do what the Republic did. And he’d let the Jedi do what they did.

And he’d find his place.

Currently, he was loading up ships, blankets, clean water, food, medical supplies, all the essentials for some of the outer worlds near Kattada that didn’t have enough infrastructure, or the right connections to ensure their own survival and safety. They were being sent out in some high end transports with a fighter or two escort.

All the while, one of the Mon Cal Padawans was directing people out from Kattada, explorers into the unknown. Working on finding hidden worlds and hidden paths. Most in the direction of the Rim, all away from the Sith territories. The goals? Find paths for Jedi to slip around the galaxy undetected. Find paths for smugglers and those pilots who had the means and drive of helping those that needed it.

Looking around the Hangar, Vodet afforded those with him a slight smile. Well, as much as a Yinchorri could. Loading crates, helping others fuel up ships, the sounds of clanking and whine of fuel pumps met with pilots bickering with repair crews, the tweets of astromechs wandering back and forth, all the while ships were taking off and coming and going.

Witches giving non-denominational blessings, or connecting pilots with trinkets that they swore they needed to have. While others were making sure certain vegetables and fruits weren’t going on ships to certain worlds.

Someone had to keep the balances.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Kattada
RG-11 "Regal"
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Aiden took a deep breath, as he opened his eyes. The task of centering himself with the force became second nature. Focus, clarity, and hope. It was enough to cleanse the darkest of pits and provide light through the dark beyond. It had been his saving graces for almost eight years now. He preached it over and over, and he wouldn't ever stop. Kattada wasn't foreign to him, he recalled a surfing venture he had taken with Vodet at one time. A place that was home to many Jedi and friends alike. It was being brought into the fold.

Aiden gave a smile and respectful bow as RG passed. Aiden couldnt' recall the last time he travelled on one of these things, he couldn't recall if he ever had to be truly honest. So, something new to marvel at and smile about, the child in him, the heart was laughing.

We're making great time from the Landing Zone to our Staging area. We should be there within the next 30 minutes or so. Would you like to come to the front and watch out approach?

"Sounds like a fun time." Aiden spoke as he smirked and moved towards the front. He watched as the Clones operated the Walker with excellent efficiency. Aiden looked over to RG and extended his hand towards him. "Formally, Aiden Porte. It's good to meet you."

 

[Dominique Vexx]

Ayumi had a novel idea. It wasn't exactly the place to put it in motion safely, of course, but that wouldn't stop Ayumi. Dominique being the Chancellor couldn't simply jump out of a ship in unsecured space, however. Aurelian might have, but then that man had a reputation for a reason. Nonetheless, Dominique wasn't one to let circumstances dictate her actions. A controlled application might be just what was needed. Another example that the Republic leadership was not something so easily predicted. One that might engage in a little recklessness, but not without forethought.

And, so, Dominique had another ship nearby with a small squad of CTRLd special operatives dressed for the occasion. Also a dropship or two and a capital ship ready to provide cover. A few emergency necessities should one of their enemies somehow become aware of this 'publicity stunt' and seek to pluck the Chancellor right out of the sky with a well-aimed blaster bolt.

"Has she?" Dominique's voice responded over the comm channel to Verity's observation regarding sanity. More so than usual? It wasn't just any Senator that went around trying to seduce all of the beautiful women her eyes fell upon. Or take on the countless industrial and criminal elements of Denon with her improvements (not everyone benefited from a better quality of life).

With the link off, Dominique hadn't heard Verity muttering to herself.

"On my six." With that, the lilac-haired Chancellor rotated over the edge and dropped down after Ayumi. Four silhouettes could be seen streamlined for terminal velocity to catch up with the fearless Senator, with those of those anxious to make sure the Chancellor made it down intact.

This was not a Director's every day activity, but some Directors did have strange hobbies. Dominique couldn't say orbital drops were one of her's, however. Cyber cafe and clubs were her scene not that anyone but Sibylla knew. Aurelian might suspect. He wasn't afraid of visiting Denon, and Dominique's Secretary was hardly District One origin material. Regardless, Dominique had now and again engaged in certain... military maneuvers to demonstrate to those she commanded she wasn't a spineless worm who led solely from behind a desk or the rear. So today was just another little experimentation.

Admittedly, with better company.

Speaking of which, one of the accompanying guards would launch an explosive designed to offer a softer splashdown than Ayumi seemed prepared to weather. Dominique wasn't soft, but back injuries mounted over time. Healing technology was beyond reproach for their social stratum, but it was the principle of the thing. With detonation, the three guards activated a hover mode to take up patrol of the skies above -- they made sure the Chancellor wasn't an easy target, but had orders not to intrude on Ayumi's Underwater Adventure without good reason.

"Ladies, don't lose track of your radars. We can't be certain what we'll find down here."

Ayumi Pallopides | Verity Stuyveris | Feng Huang​

 

[RG-11 "Regal"]

LOCATION: Kattada (Secure Landing Zone)
ORDERS: Supply Drop. Perimeter Control

They were indeed making good time, they always did. He had a great crew and “Crownbreaker” was a fine tuned machine…

I may love a good mirror, but I’m not oblivious.

The low rumble from each step below them offering the security that they were over safe land gave him the confidence to nod back to the loadmaster as he grinned back at Aiden and his thought that watching from the head was a “fun time”. With a gesture to follow, Regal opened the blast door to walk through the neck to the head. Pleasure to meet you, Master Jedi. My designation is RG-11… but my friends call me “Regal”.

When he walked into the “head” or “bridge” or whatever you like to call it, Regal looked right into his favorite thing. His mirror. The wink, the grin and the finger guns were instinctive. Apologies Knight Porte for the show there, just a good luck ritual.

The co-pilot looked back at Aiden when Regal wasn’t looking and countered that.

Spoiler: Mission Summary

MISSION SUMMARY
Unit: 17th Column Forward Group
Vehicle Designation: Heavy Walker “Crownbreaker”
Reporting Officer: RG-11 “Regal”
Attached Personnel: Jedi Knight Aiden Porte
Mission Status: En Route / Schedule Maintained / Superstition Operational

Following departure from the initial drop zone, “Crownbreaker” continued its advance toward the designated staging area without delay. The walker maintained steady ground speed over confirmed secure terrain, with all locomotion systems performing within expected tolerances. Crew efficiency remained high, cargo integrity remained uncompromised, and the vehicle continued to prove itself a well-maintained asset under forward operational conditions.

Jedi Knight Aiden Porte was escorted from the cargo compartment to the forward control section for observational purposes. During this transition, RG-11 formally introduced himself by designation and preferred operational name, “Regal,” maintaining appropriate courtesy toward attached Jedi personnel while also clarifying internal crew familiarity standards.

Upon arrival at the forward command section, the reporting officer conducted a brief morale and confidence ritual involving the bridge mirror. The gesture consisted of one wink, one grin, and a set of finger guns directed at his own reflection. This was explained to Knight Porte as a “good luck ritual,” which remains the official description unless command wishes to begin a much longer and less useful investigation.

The co-pilot’s expression indicated that the ritual may be less occasional than stated.

No operational disruption resulted from the incident. Bridge discipline remained intact, navigation remained accurate, and “Crownbreaker” continued toward the staging area on schedule. The Jedi observer was not impeded, alarmed beyond acceptable limits, or struck by any loose confidence ricocheting from the mirror.

Overall, the 17th Column Forward Group remains in good order. “Crownbreaker” is stable, crew morale is strong, and all mission parameters remain green. The reporting officer recommends no corrective action at this time, though covering the mirror may negatively impact command enthusiasm and is therefore not advised.

Filed by: RG-11 “Regal”
Final Note: Superstition is only a problem when it stops working.

TAG: Aiden Porte

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