Faction Crop Shock [GA]

[Spirit of Tenacity]

Sacorria​

A series of Wind Storms have blown through the spanning plains of the agri-world. While normal for the planet, it's timing couldn't be worse. Coinciding with the harvest, millions of credits worth of crop have been destroyed, and left locals without food. Local relief efforts have been slow to arrive, and the NJO and Senate have been called to help assist the world's economy.

Objective I:
Hope Arrives​

The Dawn of Hope arrives in orbit above the planet, carrying food and supplies for the people below, as well as members of the Agri-corp to assist in helping restore some of the harvest for the planet. Descend down, assist locals, and discover why the storm was so bad this time. A disturbance in the Force fills the air, as the dust settles from the massive storm.

Objective II:
Find a Solution​

Sacorria isn't the first agri-world to be hit with disaster. The last few months have been hard on the breadbaskets of the Alliance, and a series of planetary governments have now asked the Senate to find a solution to the Alliance's food problems. Failed harvests, worries of Sith attack, and concerns of labor shortages with the war have all been raised. How will the Alliance keep it's mouths fed with the ongoing conflict?

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Open

She had only just got done visiting Jasper Kai'el when it hit. A massive windstorm that even she knew was off. Too powerful for its own good. She could feel it, but it wasn't here time to investigate. No, she needed to be elsewhere.

Looking over the datapad, she squinted. Darn big words. She understood the numbers though, and that was enough.

"We've got just enough to feed the people for a week. We'll need to refresh their yields to keep them fed in the long term..." She muttered to herself as she walked through the Dawnbreaker, towards the hanger bay.

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective I:

Objective: 1
Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]
Full Kit Deployment:

Spoiler: Full Kit

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01

2 X Vibroblade-Model 01

Cortosis Vibroblade

Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series

Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I

Combat Scattergun-Model 01

3 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01

3 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01

GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor

Combat Blaster Rifle-Model 01 with Tactical Accessories Series and Underbarrel Grenade Launcher-Model 01 (20 X Launchable Grenade Series)

4x blaster cartridges

2x stun grenades

Ascension Pistol

Fusion Lantern

Datapad

Garrote

3x stimpacks

3x bland survival bars

128oz Canteen of water.

Spoiler: Rubrus Squad

Squad Leader: Captain Nos Voros (Zeltron male)
Fire Team Alpha — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader: Lieutenant Karis Vonn (Human female, Corellian)

• AT-FL9 Flechette Launcher
• A sharp tactician with experience in counter-assassination operations.

Medic: Sergeant Lorne Vesik (Mirialan male)

• Former Judicial Forces combat medic,
• GAGL 56 Snarl Grenade Launcher
• specializing in battlefield triage and trauma care.

Machine Gunner: Corporal Bex Jarn (Besalisk male)

• Heavy weapons expert.
• AT-RB07 Heavy Repeating Blaster
• Strong but surprisingly fast for his size, excels at defensive holds and breaching operations.

Rifleman: Private Tash Renn (Human male, Chandrilan)

• A precise and disciplined soldier.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Prefers coordinated maneuvers and works best in tight formations.

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Fire Team Bravo — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader 2: Sergeant Jil Torvan (Togruta female)

• Former planetary security officer with expertise in urban combat.
• GARBR-5 Beak repeating blaster
• Skilled in squad coordination.

Marksman: Corporal Rann Kyber (Nautolan male)

• Expert sharpshooter.
• GABB-15 Talon II Blaster Carbine
• Specializes in eliminating priority targets at long range.

Heavy Weapons: Private Drax Molgar (Zabrak male)

• Specializes in explosives and heavy ordinance.
• ML-04E-GA Rocket Launcher
• Often deployed against armored threats or for breaching enemy positions.

Rifleman: Private Cass Deren (Duros male)

• Agile and quick-thinking.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Often acts as the squad's point man, scouting ahead for danger.

The wind still howled, even now. Dirt caked the soles of Nos's boots, silting over the blue plating of his Commando armor. He bent low, silent servos whirring as he hoisted another ration crate onto the transport sled.

Crate number twenty-two. Or twenty-three. He wasn't really counting, it wasn’t about the numbers. Nos didn’t trust stillness these days, so he worked. Moved. Lifted. Hauled.

"You're gonna hurt the dirt if you keep stomping like that, Cap," came Bex’s voice over the local channel. The Besalisk passed by with a water tank hoisted over two arms, his other pair miming exaggerated footfalls.

Nos grunted. A breath that might've been a laugh. Might not.

"Sled’s full. We roll in one." Vonn’s voice cut through the comms, crisp and unbothered.

Nearby, Drax and Cass argued about whether stun grenades could be retooled into flash-pellets for bird deterrent. Vesik muttered something about Drax and Cass having shared brain injuries. Rann just watched the distant treeline.

Nos stood up. Glanced around.
Too quiet.

This kind of damage created openings, and opportunists filled openings like air left a hull breach.

He activated his visor zoom.

A figure was lingering near the outer silo. Not looting. Not working. Just watching.

"Renn, eyes up. Two o’clock. Motionless silhouette. That silo wasn’t cleared."

Tash responded promptly. "On it."

Nos kept his gaze locked.

Could be a drifter. Could be someone who thinks food tastes better when stolen. Could just be nothing. Couldn't trust anything these days.

@OPEN​

 

[Kaela Verrin]

​

The Senate chamber on Fondor thrummed with anticipation. Pods drifted slowly into place like stars aligning, each one carrying a representative of a world burdened by need, by duty, or both. Within the sleek platform bearing the crest of Anaxes, Senator Kaela Verrin stood still, hands resting lightly on the polished edge of the console. The light from the central floor cast a pale glow on her features, sharpening the solemnity in her expression.

She hadn't spoken yet.

But her mind was far from quiet.

Worlds with rich soil and proud farming traditions — brought low not by neglect, but by crisis. Natural disasters. Supply chain breakdowns. Panic. War. Some had lost their crops. Others had lost their workers. All were losing time. Kaela's jaw tightened slightly. She'd read the reports. Cross-referenced forecasts with casualty figures from the front lines. And still, the numbers didn't tell the whole story.

She could feel it. In the silence beneath the chamber's hum. A storm was coming — and this one wouldn't pass over with the wind. Kaela exhaled quietly, eyes narrowing with focus as she watched the floor light up for the first speaker. She would wait.

For now.

Open​

 

[Monaray Dod]

Open like always

The Neimoidian entered into the Fondor Senate Building, bringing along two Trade Federation Envoys who were essential for providing legal and economic counsel during the senate conference. The discussions this time around seemed to center not on the sudden collapse of the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders and the expansion of the Sith Empire, nor the rumors of a major criminal coalition stirring together.

These seemed to be much more important issues for the Alliance to address though he refrained from making such remarks as failed harvests, paranoia about the Sith invading once more and concerns of labor shortages were merely one avenue for the Trade Federation of Planets to make a profit and profit they shall with the panicked response from the planetary governments.

"Chancellor, esteemed Delegates of the Senate, and Junior Representatives of Planetary Interests" Monaray began, activating the control to advance the pod.

"It is of little surprise to the Cato Neimoidian Government that the Alliance has failed to keep adequate food resources readily available for the fight against our numerous enemies, real or imagined. For to long we have relied on the native populace of a few agricultural planets to keep the Defense Forces alive and healthy which not only makes them vulnerable to intensive sieges but also the political deadlock of this chamber." The Neimoidian continued, making sure to direct the blame across the Galactic Alliance instead of one single planet and their representative.

"Therefore the solution is rather simple, a complete rationing of food storages and other key materials in order to support the war effort. This would entail a complete reduction of food supplies for industrial workers, the New Jedi Order, and the myriad of other services and industries, right down to individual homes." He finished with a soft bow, withdrawing his pod for a moment to allow others to speak.

​

 

[Eugen Aker]

"We've got just enough to feed the people for a week. We'll need to refresh their yields to keep them fed in the long term..." She muttered to herself as she walked through the Dawnbreaker, towards the hanger bay.

"There is a solution," a deep voice called from behind her. "At least in the short to medium term."

The Echani caught up to Councilor Si, heading in the same direction to visit the world planetside and get a better feel for the problems on the ground.

"While much of the crops for the season may be ruined, their biomass remains. Within the week, we can immediately deploy molecular converters from Boram cruisers to recycle said biomass into consumable products instead of letting them spoil. Our time table for the investigation will then be extended from days to months, perhaps enough time for the local farmers to begin another cycle without too much disruption."

Said product from the molecular converters wouldn't exactly be gourmet by any stretch of the imagination, but at least the population would survive. The real concern was tackling the issue of the storms. There were suspicions of external forces at play, and the Jedi could certainly feel a disturbance over the world. Considering the Sith and their penchant for manipulating weather and space, he wouldn't put it past them to be involved here, but a real investigation was needed to bring the truth to light.

OPEN​

 

[Elijah King]

While Kiribi had never been formally integrated into this iteration of the Galactic Alliance, the wealthy Colonies World still maintained close economic and military ties to the interstellar federation. As of late, the KSU had been a participant in refugee resettlement and security during relief operations in the Core.

As the Galactic Alliance faced another crisis, the KSU had deployed one of its ambassadors to represent it during talks, hoping they could help provide a solution by offering their bio-technologies.

Once more out of retirement, the former Admiral of the Kiribian Spacy initially sat quietly letting the more senior Senators speak, but something about the words of Senator Dod didn't sit right with him.

"Therefore the solution is rather simple, a complete rationing of food storages and other key materials in order to support the war effort. This would entail a complete reduction of food supplies for industrial workers, the New Jedi Order, and the myriad of other services and industries, right down to individual homes." He finished with a soft bow, withdrawing his pod for a moment to allow others to speak.

"Apologies to this esteemed body, if I'm speaking out of turn as an Ambassador," he started as he stood to address the Senate. "Though I must respectfully voice my dissent to Senator Dod's proposal. While I do agree with my friend from Cato Neimodia that the current hub and spoke model the GA depends on for food distribution is insecure in these times of war, the solution is not further centralization and extreme rationing."

"Firstly, that is a recipe for further strife. Voluntary aid is one thing, which the KSU and other individual systems have been more than happy to provide to the Federal government to provide for refugees and the needy, but forced collectivization will only breed resentment. Furthermore, it is inefficient, as we have seen in history time and time again. So much manpower and administrative efforts would be wasted merely in enforcement of said policies."

Elijah shuddered to think of the communist-inspired Selectivist movement, which had nearly sparked a civil war within the fallen Galactic Republic. The KSU had broken off from the GR when they had attempted to enact similar levels of industrial micromanagement.

He looked around as he paused for a moment before offering a counter proposal. "Our solution to food security in fact lies in greater decentralization and disbursement of food production, through both the use of targeted financial incentives toward commercial production and investments into the deployment of terraforming technologies to help boost farming output across Alliance space. Let us unleash the full power of private enterprise."

He motioned to Ala Crescent beside him, CEO of the Kiribian megacorp KSA. "If this body would allow my associate to speak, then she has proposals for such deployments which can be made in a timely manner to avoid famines."

Kaela Verrin Monaray Dod

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Sacorria
Tags: Jonyna Si , Eugen Aker

Lightsaber
​

Jasper was not on duty as a Jedi today. He wasn't going to be for a while, actually. He had given Braze his word that he wouldn't torture himself. That and he wasn't looking for a reason to be whisked away from home. The truth of the matter was that Sacorria was his home, the place that Dillon Kai'el had settled their family thousands of years ago now. To that end his assistance was a matter of principle, one that came with being the resident of a planet.

The Jedi Master was behind the wheel of a vehicle. It wasn't a starfighter or a tank, but rather a simple civilian transport. It was an old A-A5 Speeder Truck which had it's weapons removed and an expanded cargo bay, in which had been constructed a makeshift kitchen. Phy drifted up into the cockpit, making her presence known.

"Power is secure into the ovens again," she stated. "You were right that the solar panel's wiring had been jostled loose. I'll be putting on those cans of soup you gave me..."

"Atta girl," Jasper praised, ruffling the shard's synthetic hair.

"Jasper..." Phy pouted, "Please don't... I'll have to fix it again. Regardless, this is hardly the time to be goofing off."

"Alright, I get it," he sighed, chuckling a little as he turned his focus back to driving. "Those soup cans on burners then?"

"Correct," she confirmed. "The first batch will be ready soon."

He wasn't a seasoned cook yet, that was going to take some practice, but this was something that he could do. For people who were starting to feel the pinch of a food crisis, that was going to have to do.

Jasper rolled up next to Jonyna Si and Eugen Aker , rolling down the speeder truck's window.

"Crisis is today, not next week," he stated. "We can worry about the solution after there's food in people's bellies. Any of you hopping in? I got room in the back."

The Jedi Master was rather cheery, or more accurately putting on a cheerful face. After all, what people needed most in the face of adversity was something that told them they had nothing to worry about. Smiles would put them at ease.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jasper Kai'el Eugen Aker

Jonyna was shaken from her self-imposed stupor by the sound of Eugen's voice. Biomass converted into food. It was a bit over her head, but she wasn't one to argue with it. "We'll see how that plays out. I've got the Zoro La'has on station to be towed into orbit once things settle down if needed."

Then came Jasper. It was only a matter of time before he showed up, though she didn't blame him for taking his time. His house had been affected by the storms just as much as anyone else. The sight of him arriving on his own ship brought a smile to her face though. "I can fit, yeah." She nodded, heading over to his ship. "I think we've met, Phy, yeah?"

It was getting harder and harder these days to remember every face she met. She tried her hardest, but she couldn't remember if she had only ever heard of her from Jasper, or if they had spoken before. "My hope is that the supplies coming down will at least let us get the planet's population stabilized with enough food to last before we can start working on a solution. I've got thirty transports coming in every hour. Hope you're impressed by the new fleet Jasper. I've got the Dawnbreaker as the head, and Sully's old flagship right over the Capitol, bringing down supplies right into the space port. Easier to load it up into smaller transports than try and park a battlecruiser."

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective I:

Objective: 1 Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]

The silo was clear of people.

Tash’s boots crunched the dirt as he returned, rifle lowered, head shaking once beneath his visor.

“Nothing. Not a footprint. No gear, no wrapper, no sign anyone was ever there.”

Nos didn’t respond at first.

His visor stayed fixed on the spot. The spot where there had been someone. Not looting. Not working. Just watching.

Or maybe not.

He logged the sector in the datapad anyway. Marked it for re-sweep. Didn’t speak.

Behind him, crates shifted. A hover-sled drifted off with its load of supplies, and Rubrus kept moving—but slower now. Not from fatigue. From caution.

“We’ll sweep again after drop,” Vonn called. Not to Nos. Just loud enough.

“Telemetry’s drifting, Captain,” Vesik cut in, stepping close under the guise of a med scan. “You forget to breathe again?”

“Storm’s just been quiet.”

“It’s not the storm I’m worried about.”

Nos said nothing.

The squad shifted behind him. Cass and Drax still argued softly, but with a flatter rhythm now. Rann hadn't moved in minutes.

“Could’ve sworn he said ‘silo wasn’t cleared.’” Drax muttered. “I mean, I didn’t see anything either, but…”

“Didn’t ask you to.” Rann cut in.

Nos turned. Started toward the next sled.

He hadn’t taken more than two steps before his earpiece—open, but localized—picked up a murmur.

“You think she’s really back? The assassin chick?”

“If she’s not, the ghost of her has him pacing like it.”

“I just want to know if it’s another phase or a hostage negotiation.”

A beat.

“He’s still listening.”

The chatter stopped.

Nos kept walking, didn't bother acknowledging what he'd heard.

Still useful. Still upright. Still here.

@OPEN​

 

[Lucas Gracin]

Lucas' clawed fingers tapped idly on the console before him and his tail swished behind him. Some things were easy. Policies regarding people, whether that be social policy or war strategy, those were things he understood. Supplies and logistics however, that was something else. He had been involved in the rebuilding of Veradune, but his role had mostly been to restore and recodify their shambled documentation of laws and procedures. Planning the agricultural revival had been the job of other members of Vulpesen's cabinet, members who were not here.

"Just and righteous as it might be, lets be honest with ourselves. The war with the sith is a never ending cycle. And the second they go away, some other threat pops up like the rogue Mandalorian crusaders. If we were to start rationing every time we picked up a blaster, then we simply would never stop. I believe in our fights, but that doesn't detract from how often we find ourselves in them."

He looked across towards the Ambassador, offering the man a friendly fanged smile. "As the voice of Veradune, I support Ambassador King's proposal and look forward to his colleague's ideas. Though I would also suggest looking abroad. Importing some of our goods may strengthen our relationship with other governments in the galaxy, and help diversify our own economy and trade."

Elijah King Kaela Verrin Monaray Dod

 

[Velyra Vonn]

Senator Velyra Vonn of Zeltros
​

The pod bearing the seal of Zeltros stirred from the shadows, gliding to a dignified stop. Within stood Senator Velyra Vonn—new, yes, but not inexperienced. The jewel tones of her wardrobe shimmered softly under the chamber lights, the barest scent of perfume drifting in her wake. Her voice, when it came, was calm—measured like a final note held too long at the end of a grand performance.

“The representative from Zeltros acknowledges the urgency—and the pain—that has filled this chamber. Our constituents bleed, and so we convene. But pain alone cannot be our compass.”

She took in each of the speakers with a slow, reverent glance—not just the words they'd said, but the emotional residue they left behind. Frustration. Conviction. Fatigue. Calculated detachment. She catalogued them all behind softly glowing chartreuse eyes.

“We do not suffer from a lack of grain or will. We suffer from disconnection. In the storm that broke the crops, I see not a reason to hoard, but a reason to build. Let the Alliance respond not by isolating food and hope to vaults, but by opening the doors between our worlds. New shipping corridors. New trade agreements. New incentives for biosciences and atmospheric engineering.”

A gentle raise of her hand emphasized the rhythm of her speech. Not quite theatrical—just... practiced.

“Elegant intervention, not austerity, is the mandate of civilization. And the Alliance is, at its best, a civilization worthy of that word.”

Her gaze swept toward the Neimoidian’s now-withdrawn pod, then to the Ambassador of Kiribi and the Voice of Veradune. She did not counter them. She added to them.

“I support the initiatives of Ambassador King, and I believe Zeltros may be of use in this endeavor—whether through infrastructure, transit, or culture itself. And if there are worlds in need, let them know: our arms are open, not closed.”

Her hand slowly lowered, her smile a carefully woven tapestry of pride, invitation, and tempered heat.

“I yield the floor.”

Elijah King | Monaray Dod | Kaela Verrin | Lucas Gracin​

 

[Tyron Khan]

Objective I: Jedi Assistance

Tyron was apart of the investigation team that'd help out the ground forces heading off to provide supplies and get solid base of operations. Once that was established the Besalisk would help out squads issue out what resources can be spared to help as many citizens as they can where possible. Tyron overheard that Rubrus Squad was making their presence and work here known among the Alliance efforts based here. One of the transport shuttles linked up to dock with where the Rubrus Squad was located.

"I better find Rubrus Squad. Working together to confront this mess might prove useful."

When Tyron was trying to locate the team he was informed that Rubrus was already on the ground, the planet surface and making headway with the resources and supplies at their disposal. The Padawan Learner did get geared up and made his departure from another transport shuttle to then meet-up with Rubrus Squad on the surface as reports indicated they were making initial contact to begin investigations. Finally, seeing a few familiar faces of Rubrus Squadron Tyron made his approach to them.

"Hey guys, got the comm call on Alliance HoloNet. Thought my master and I can pitch in to assist."

​

Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Mak Manto
TAGS: Nos Voros | Kaleleon

 

[Nyros Solari]

NYROS SOLARI​

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Objective: 1
Tags: Nos Voros Kaleleon Tyron Khan


Nyros checked his datapad as he neared the rendezvous point on Sacorria. The wind carried a chill despite the season, brushing across the folds of his cloak as he walked with steady purpose. According to the coordinates, he was close. The terrain here was quiet, disrupted only by the occasional droid transport or the low hum of wind turbines scattered across the horizon.

This was his first mission as a Jedi Knight. No master beside him. No guiding voice over his shoulder. Just the Order’s directive and the trust placed in him to fulfill it. It was not the kind of assignment that stirred awe or earned a place in stories. The local harvest had been devastated by weeks of erratic storms, and relief efforts were being spread thin across the region. His original briefing had mentioned humanitarian support, but his final assignment was different. He had not been sent to aid civilians.

Instead, he had been redirected to a military detachment, Rubrus Squad. No details. No clarification. Just a location and a name. That alone was enough to sharpen his instincts.

Nyros did not question the assignment. He was not one to second guess the chain of command, especially not in his first steps as a full Knight.

Fortunately, Rubrus Squad was not far. Within minutes he spotted the armored silhouettes near a repulsor transport. As he approached, another Jedi arrived at the same moment—someone he recognized in passing but did not know well. Nyros slowed his steps, giving a nod before speaking.

"Hope you don’t mind a third," he said, voice even and clear.

He had been practicing that. Sounding confident. Not hesitant. Not like the Padawan he had just stopped being.

He turned his attention to the soldiers next, his tone respectful but firm. "I have orders to follow your lead. I am here in support."

No posturing. No assumptions of authority. Just another pair of hands and a lightsaber, ready to help however he was needed.

Nyros understood the weight Jedi could carry when walking into a military operation. Some soldiers welcomed them. Others saw them as meddling mystics. He would let his actions define which one he would be today.

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective I:

Objective: 1
Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]

Spoiler: Rubrus Squad

Squad Leader: Captain Nos Voros (Zeltron male)
Fire Team Alpha — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader: Lieutenant Karis Vonn (Human female, Corellian)

• AT-FL9 Flechette Launcher
• A sharp tactician with experience in counter-assassination operations.

Medic: Sergeant Lorne Vesik (Mirialan male)

• Former Judicial Forces combat medic,
• GAGL 56 Snarl Grenade Launcher
• specializing in battlefield triage and trauma care.

Machine Gunner: Corporal Bex Jarn (Besalisk male)

• Heavy weapons expert.
• AT-RB07 Heavy Repeating Blaster
• Strong but surprisingly fast for his size, excels at defensive holds and breaching operations.

Rifleman: Private Tash Renn (Human male, Chandrilan)

• A precise and disciplined soldier.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Prefers coordinated maneuvers and works best in tight formations.

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Fire Team Bravo — GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor
Team Leader 2: Sergeant Jil Torvan (Togruta female)

• Former planetary security officer with expertise in urban combat.
• GARBR-5 Beak repeating blaster
• Skilled in squad coordination.

Marksman: Corporal Rann Kyber (Nautolan male)

• Expert sharpshooter.
• GABB-15 Talon II Blaster Carbine
• Specializes in eliminating priority targets at long range.

Heavy Weapons: Private Drax Molgar (Zabrak male)

• Specializes in explosives and heavy ordinance.
• ML-04E-GA Rocket Launcher
• Often deployed against armored threats or for breaching enemy positions.

Rifleman: Private Cass Deren (Duros male)

• Agile and quick-thinking.
• BHSR-1 Service Rifle
• Often acts as the squad's point man, scouting ahead for danger.

The wind shifted again.

Nos had just finished logging the silo sweep when two figures approached the hover column—a towering Besalisk and a leaner silhouette with the gait of someone recently Knighted. The squad noticed before he did.

"Big guy’s back," Bex muttered, then raised a heavy gauntlet. "Hey Tyron! About time you showed. Still feel like I have sand in all my armpits."

Tash instinctively adjusted formation. Vonn kept her arms crossed, eyes flicking to the new arrival beside Tyron.

A Knight.

Nos stepped forward, his own visor dimming slightly as he sized up the younger man—Nyros, by context. Tyron had met Rubrus Squad on Corellia. This one was unknown.

"Rubrus Squad acknowledges Jedi Solari and Khan. You're under our jurisdiction until the relief detail concludes."

A pause. No posturing, just quiet command. He was colder than usual, and that seemed to unsettle his subordinates.

"We’re assessing compromised comms, resource distribution gaps, and... possible local interference."

Nos couldn't shake the figure he'd seen before. He had seen it, even if Tash reported no presence.

If he was sensitive to the force, he might have been even more worried. The storm brought the sense of a dark presence. These storms were far from natural.

"You two are just eyes and labor, Nothing else unless ordered. Eyes are on us, public image is to be considered."

Vesik gave a small nod to Nyros. Rann didn’t speak. Drax muttered something about two sabers meaning double the backup if things go wrong. Bex asked Drax what kind of karked-up situation did Drax imagined that they would need backup while dropping off food. They started brainstorming as if it were a game, laughing and soon talking about armaments again.

Nos turned away to check his comm unit.

He cycled through the channels. Tapped for the orbital link. Static.

Tried the GA relief grid. Static.

The satellite pulse. Nothing.

"Long-range’s out."

"Since when?" Karis asked.

"Just now."

A wind gust passed again. Too cold for the season.

Nos looked to the hills. The clouds weren’t moving anymore.

Still useful. Still upright. Still here.

Tyron Khan Nyros Solari | OPEN​

 

[Kaleleon]

Objective I : Rubrus Squad
Tags : Tyron Khan | Nyros Solari | Nos Voros

The aspect of supporting a Squad was not foreign to me. Many times the Jedi were called in to aid in whatever was being done as another tool in the hands of the squad. However, it seemed there were three Jedi that would be in this Rubrus Squad. Two Fireteams that seemed to be rather well set up so far.

It felt, awkward for me to be in this position again. However, that was the name of the game. Learning to be uncomfortable. Embracing what was wrong and pushing through it. Getting cooped up in Libraries and classrooms was not what I wanted or expected to be doing forever. So when the chance came up I took it. Even more so, Bringing along a Student. A Padawan Learner. Tyron was an astute individual. Seeking to do the best he could. Even if there was a lack of knowledge and wisdom in some areas, That is why he was with me.

Not to mention having to go through Padawan trials twice because of my headstrong youth.

There were some light introductions. Merely enough to just get the point across. Squad Leader, clearly the Zeltron who was... going through it it seemed.

I elected to stay silent. Just watching. Listening for what was going on. The much younger face of the Knight was clear, but made no comment. Each person earned their way here. However, what changed the attitude was the cold wind. Mentions of Long range communication was out. A deep breath inhaled to be sighed out.

"Document whatever we encounter for now."

Turning now to look at the Squad

"Recommending course of action, Keep with the mission. Com Checks on short wave every couple minutes. Might just be the storm causing Long Range to fizzle coms."

 

[Kaela Verrin]

The pod bearing the crest of Anaxes drifted forward once more, its smooth movement quiet against the hum of discussion. Kaela remained composed as she rose to her full height, blue eyes steady beneath the overhead lighting. When she spoke, her voice was even — measured — but there was a firmness beneath it that did not invite interruption.

"I thank my colleagues for their insight — and I commend Ambassador King and Senators Gracin and Vonn for their forward-thinking proposals. But I must speak plainly in response to the representative from Cato Neimoidia."

Her gaze turned briefly toward the empty space where Monaray Dod's pod had hovered moments before.

"To propose the deliberate deprivation of civilians in wartime is not austerity. It is destabilization. Industrial workers, medcenters, transport crews — they are the sinew and muscle that hold our military spine together. Undermining them in the name of preservation is to cut the roots of the very tree we seek to save."

She let that point rest for a breath before continuing, now more contemplative.

"The Jedi have long been guardians — not just of peace, but of renewal. Their understanding of nature and the Force has restored failing crops before. I ask that this body formally request Jedi agricultural and ecological aid to planets suffering most acutely. Their presence may bring not only relief, but hope."

A brief nod.

"I support the initiatives for decentralized production, trade expansion, and technological innovation. But let us remember: our strength is not measured in vaults of grain, but in the endurance of our people. If we must tighten our belts, let it be done with wisdom — not blunt instruments."

Her hands rested once more on the railing of her pod as it withdrew slowly from the center of the chamber.

"Anaxes stands ready to assist."

Monaray Dod Elijah King Velyra Vonn Lucas Gracin​

 

[Tyron Khan]

Objective I:

Tyron followed his new master and mentor Kaleleon once the pair had made their arrival on Saccoria's surface. Meeting up with Rubrus Squadron and greeted by a few of the squad members that Tyron remembered from Corellia. Accompanied by a slender, athletic looking young Jedi Knight. This was a first in meeting this individual and appeared to show some youth in their appearance. The Besalisk bowed his head over to Nyros Solari as the two Jedi joined by Kaleleon began to interact with Nos Voros and his team.

"Nice to see you all Rubrus. Heh still on about the sand back on Corellia? Gotta admit we had some good games back then eh Bex. Hmm you're all coming to the conclusion these 'storms' are being manipulated? Eyes and labour got it."

Tyron watched Nos Voros speak and explain what intel the team had gathered thus far. Fresh and ready to assist the Besalisk making mental notes that Long Range communications weren't viable. Need to keep Short-Range burst communications active between himself, fellow Jedi and Rubrus Squad members. Tyron was used to cold and harsh weather conditions it seemed his body was adaptive, used to it. When it was mentioned to document all encounters while trekking through Saccoria's surface that had Tyron thinking what else is out there.

"Awwh sithpit these winds are sure something else. I'll keep my commlink on short-wave bursts every few moments Master. Ready."

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Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Mak Manto
TAGS: Nos Voros | Kaleleon | Nyros Solari

 

[Lander Stalwart]

Fondor
Tags: Monaray Dod , Elijah King , Velyra Vonn , Lucas Gracin , Kaela Verrin

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"If I may cut in, apologies if I've interrupted anyone..."

Lander's pod drifted forward, the man taking a breath and adjusting his tie. He wore a gentle smile on his face, his stature rigid- indicative of his military background. It was an odd juxtaposition, or perhaps not for those who understood the sort of life he lead.

"I must first offer my gratitude for the concern of this institution in regards to my home," he stated. "Perhaps that isn't very professional of me, but I am only a few days into my position. This is a crisis that will define both the actions of me and my staff as well as the future of Sacorria. It is thusly a matter I believe deserves the highest regard of respect. Secondly..."

His attention drifted towards that of the Senator of Zeltros.

"I believe the words of the Honorable Representative of Zeltros to be most prudent," Lander continued. "Amidst the destruction of hyperlanes our means of connection have broken down ever so slightly. The introduction of new shipping lanes will bring supplies to Sacorria faster in the now, and allow for food to travel off of Sacorria later when our harvest is plentiful. Should resources be available for the charting of new hyperlanes, I very much suggest that is where they are allocated." He turned to the representative of Anaxes. "The deployment of Jedi I leave to the digression of their Order. As it stands they have already taken action, and I am grateful for it. I will not press the New Jedi Order for any more aid while they are actively providing it on a matter of principle. It is not only Sacorria that starves."

With his words given to the rest of the Senate, Lander gave a respectful dip of his head and allowed his pod to withdraw.

 

[Monaray Dod]

Open like always

Monaray leaned towards the two Trade Federation Envoys seated in the senatorial pod for political advice, aware that the remainder of the Federal Assembly was largely opposed to his proposals for various reasons. It was possible that his previous remarks had led to some misunderstanding, or perhaps there was lingering resentment towards Cato Neimoidia and its administration.

A single hand activated the button while the pod advanced once again, the Neimoidian clasping his hands behind his back in contemplation. Preserving an unreadable demeanor, he commenced speaking with the same composed tone he had initially used, aiming for a response that was both authoritative and measured in addressing their criticisms.

"While investment into agricultural biosciences is commendable, and indeed welcome in the long-term, it does not address the present. The rate of systemwide consumption already exceeds logistic capacity. The very expansion of decentralized markets you advocate will buckle under the demand without immediate stabilization as the CEO of megacorp KSA..would have known. " He offered a small but subtle smile to Elijah King , knowing fully well that any mega corporation would understand that the consumption rate of food within the Alliance had already surpassed the logistical capacity with so many transports being redirected to the front lines of the Sith Empire.

He turned toward Senator Lucas Gracin pod for a moment, before responding to their statements. "Veradune's representative has spoken with candor. Wars are indeed perpetual in this age thus, rationing must not be seen as crisis response, but strategic infrastructure. If the Alliance is always at war, should not its supply chains be always fortified and its people always aware that sacrifices have to be made to ensure our survival?"

Dod gestured now to Senator Velyra Vonn of Zeltros and Senator Kaela Verrin of Anaxes.

"Zeltros and Anaxes call for unity, for inspiration, and for trust in the strength of our people. I agree. Which is why Cato Neimoidia does not propose cruelty, nor draconian seizure. What I offer is not forced collectivism, but structured prioritization logistics governed not by panic or profit, but by necessity. Shall we starve our soldiers here and now, or shall we simply ask the perfumers of Zeltros to endure one less harvest of exotic spices?"

He stepped back, hands folding again neatly behind him as Senator Lander Stalwart made his statement.

"A thoughtful interjection," Dod resumed as Lander's pod withdrew. "New hyperlanes may indeed serve the long term flow of relief and eventual trade. Sacorria's emerging role as both a recipient and contributor to galactic food security is one to be watched and supported. But again, we must distinguish between aspiration and application to ensure that the Defense Forces have adequate food measures for the long wars ahead."

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