Dead Space | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Polis Massa

[Joza Perl]

Location: Skor Bazaar
Objective: Shopping
Post #2
[member="Kimiko"]

For at least a few moments, all was right in the galaxy. Before Alan had been born, Joza was a mess with worries—would she be able to care for him? Would she regret having him? Would she even love him? The decision to go through with the pregnancy was not one she’d taken lightly, and it conjured a mix of anxiety and excitement in her at the time.

Luckily, after a harrowing delivery, she’d fallen completely for the little guy.

Sappy as it was, he was her everything. At first she was worried that his father’s genetics would bloom too soon but Alan was a happy child who liked naps, cuddling and his baby blanket. There was a lot of guilt there, though, especially when she’d leave. Always when he was sleeping or otherwise thoroughly distracted so that he wouldn’t cry and reach for her. But her heart would still break, even as she would come back home to explain that Mama wasn’t a hero, Mama just tries her best to help people. Maybe he didn’t understand yet, but she wanted Alan to grow up compassionate.

It was hard, too, going at this alone. A slew of babysitters was not the best replacement for a father. After she’d grown up without one in her life, Joza swore she’d never put her own kids through the same thing. But this option was, surprisingly, better. Or at least she’d hoped.

“Buh-buh.” Pointing wildly in the direction of a store window, Alan repeated himself. “Buh-buh!”

Joza’s brows pinched together. “Buh-buh? What are you talking about, kiddo?” She couldn’t see what the baby was pointing to, so she moved them closer to what she soon discovered to be a children’s toy store.

“Buh-buh!” He declared victoriously, finger pressed against the duraglass window. Behind it was a display of stuffed wampas, their grizzly and threatening features rounded out to look surprisingly cute.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

(7)

Dead Space Graveyard


The Omega Protectorate Star Defender had seen better days. Truth be told, calling it a warship was probably hyperbole at this point, for it was but an empty shell, a shadow of its former self. What drifted through the black abyss of space was a skeleton.


Scans had not picked up any life signs. The bodies of the dead crew members had been removed years ago. The Protectorate clean-up teams had been thorough. What corpses the Firemane operatives found after docking at the adrift warship and boarding it had to be more recent.


Power had long gone out, forcing them to resort to torches. Elpsis, of course, saw with the Force regardless, but activated her lightsabre for Freya's benefit to provide some illumination. Light flickered above them. "Just so you know, if Casper decides he wants a meatsuit, I'm volunteering you." the soldier grumbled, for she was in a cheerful mood as usual.


"Relax, we'll be fine." Empty corridors devoid of life stretched before them. The warship was inoperable, but it might still be worth cannibalising. "I'm sure there's no zombies," she added.


"Good. Last time we roasted undead, I had to chop your hand off because you weren't paying attention and let one of them bite you," Freya added a bit tartly. At least this time Elpsis had kept her gauntlets on.


"Don't remind me."


Then suddenly there was a loud, ear-piercing scream. The tremendous psychic roar made both operatives clutch their ears. Spectral sounds could be heard, the air grew cold and heavy, as noncorporeal shapes manifested, surrounding them.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
Post #1

The Squib Polyanarchy had been excited to do business with Lord Fa once he had lined out his plans for the Humbarine Sector and what it would mean for their salvage exports. The restoration of an entire sector's worth of industry and infrastructure was not a trivial matter in any sense of the word and the Thirriken realized early on that he would need to draw from several sources, if he didn't want to strip-mine the worlds of Humbarine.

Which he did not, of course.

Perhaps for the short-term it would be the quickest and cheapest way, but for the long term effects... it would cause a severe lack of ore and other valuable materials, when they would just get back on track.

So the agreement with Skor II had been made early on. Salvage and scrap poured past the Rimma Trade Route in equal bounties, but something had happened in the past two weeks.

His contacts within the government were coming up empty, but for some reason the salvage runs halted completely. When he pressed against the government... all Tai got back was stoney silence. It didn't so much concern him as annoy him incredibly. For a brief moment the Thirriken pondered about contacting [member="Saffron"] in this matter. As a neutral party she might have been able to fish out the truth in this muddy matter.

But she was busy and Lord Fa did not enjoy having to lean on other people too much.

An associate of his - Ignus of the Sith Order - had send his acolyte... a young lady by the name of Kith Verloren to him. Apparently he wished for her to get some hands-on experience in the matter of corporate intrigue, solving issues and tackling diplomatically explosive affairs.

As Fa Holdings was one of the larger concerns within their mutual framework it had been him who received the request.

Lord Fa accepted. Molding the young minds that would one day lead the Sith? That was always an important mission that could not simply be ignored.

He perched on the seat behind his desk. They were on one of the merchant ships of Fa Holdings, just exited hyperspace and orbiting Skor II. Kith had already been called for from her quarters and the Thirriken was currently awaiting her arrival, so they could discuss what would happen next.

Presumably.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
|26|

“I'm going!” Her low hiss cane muffling back, Choli taking the pants and slipping them on. Every second meant that she was getting used to using her legs again. A wince and a muffle and then a wiggle to slip them over the curve of her bum. Ugh, commando was one thing in a flight suit, but pants? An entirely different matter.

At least they were baggy.

The belt buckle gave a link as she tightened it around her waist. She had the appearance of a beggar; white hospital gown dress, baggy pants and bare feet. Not to mention the thick mess of her hair right now that likely made her appear to be some Mos Eisley Salvager.

Better than nothing. Testing her balance, she took a few steps forward. Her feet gave a slight trembling but they carried her weight.

A sudden slink sound and the curtain was drawn back, revealing the girl.

“Come on.” She told him hoarsely, trying her stubborn headed best to take charge and move forward.

There was a wide hall to the right. The exit to the ward straight ahead. Every step was taken with the girl trying to brace herself on one thing. It was just muscle weakness, she could walk it off

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Post #4

Dead Space Salvage

Weightless or not, the cutting torch had serious mass, and Jorus' arms were sore by the time he'd finished separating the rectangle of armor from the rest of the hull. He shut off the torch's long beam and let the machine drift nearby. Without the torch's harsh light in his eyes, he could see the cross-section of the skinned interdictor. The Wretched Hive's tractor beams and tethers pulled the freighter-sized rectangle away and sent it spinning into the black. The armor wasn't important.

Now the real work started up. Two hours with the torch carved out bulkheads, rooms, decks, and systems. Crewers used man-portable tractor beams and the big ship-mounted beams' targeting beacons to clear out glowing-edged debris. Eventually, Jorus and the KUT-42 exposed a dense knot of electronics nestled in a vacuum chamber. He'd guessed right about the knot's dimensions: maybe twenty-five, thirty metres across. The gap they'd cut would just barely fit.

Using smaller, more precise cutting tools, his people got to work separating the gravity well generator from its superstructure. Jorus passed off the big KUT-42 and drifted back out of the wreck, then crossed the gap to the Hive.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Skor
Objective: Massive Business Bazaar
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 9/25 (writer) 4/5 (Ringovinda StarYards)

Jessica oversaw the spectacle of the assembly of the adjustable drydocks outside, but after being treated to it a week ago over Zonju, it began to look the same by this point, since the Skor operation was going to be the same as Zonju, in terms of what is going to be deployed. She could tell Julie still had a lot to learn about the administrative side of her job as a flag officer, but there were notions of business that just couldn't be applied to the running of a navy: seed money (which is usually used for businesses in the early stages of operation) being one of the big-ticket examples. Here the discussion shifts to the total cost of operation and their implications in naval operations.

"Why is it that everybody in the Commonwealth navy pressures me to take on administrative responsibilities? No one in the Confederate Naval War College actually talked about the administrative side of it, even though logistics were touched upon" Julie asked, freaking out.

"The Confederate Naval War College assumed, back then, that these Neimoidian bureaucrats would be able to run the navy's administration with only token inputs from those who actually fight in space. Sure with largely droid crews it might be more streamlined than in navies with organic crews, but that's the only reason why this whole arrangement worked in the first place"

"I knew that I didn't last very long as a captain in the Silver Jedi Navy, and there it was often said that Jedi Masters could use their lightsabers to cut through the red tape of military bureaucracy. Int he Commonwealth that is not the case. They often seem to question me over the total cost of ownership of various new ships and craft"

"You mean, the stealth carriers and these artillery cruisers? Two of the ten items usually included in total-cost-of-ownership analyses are eliminated in military operations, that is, insurance, fees and taxes, and a third is usually more volatile than what is usually the case in civiilian freight: repairs. But basically the total cost of ownership is the acquisition cost plus its upkeep over its lifespan, plus deprecation and financing costs"

"What are the other four items? You mentioned four of the eight that are relevant in my situation, repair, deprecation, financing and acquisition costs"

"Fuel costs, maintenance, downtime costs, and the trickiest of the gang, opportunity costs"

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Trextan watched as she made tentative steps. His head turned from her to the ward exit, looking for the nurse to realise he'd left a cart of restricted drugs and shake off the mind trick. A feeling of anxiety welled up within him. She was even more stubborn than him and he didn't want her to snap again. He stepped back and forth awkwardly.

With a sigh he made up his mind. He was letting people down and acting awkwardly like a teenager - even if he was one - wasn't excusable.

"I'm sure your legs will be fine soon, but for now let's gets moving."

He moved up beside her left side and reached for her left wrist. "Come on, I don't have a stick so put your weight on me until you've got your balance." His metal arm started to wrap around her waist.

 

[Neesa]

VELOKS MAW

The Nagai had known there would come a point when there could be no more avoiding conflict. Thirst almost seemed to purr against her hip when she decided it was time. This wasn't normal. Most didn't feel such a cold focus upon realising that they were about to kill.

But Neesa was a professional. She had lived this life since she had been a child. Two cultists in scarlet hoods blocked the way to the next chamber. The one she wanted to enter.

Neesa rounded the corner and walked boldly towards them as if she belonged with her weapons sheathed. She even nodded at them cordially. They looked to each other in confusion. This was an isolated cult and not one that encouraged independent thinking.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Objective: Link up with others, don't die...
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Red Cloud"], [member="Anya Loma"]
Enemies: Cultists...maybe [member="Neesa"]?

The voice that came from behind him startled him, and the man turned around quickly. "It's alright." he said once his heart had returned to its normal rate of beating, "C'mon, I picked up some friends I guess." And with that, the man turned down the tunnel following the strange woman and the stranger creature.

Having caught up with them Dax paused to listen for a moment...it sounded like many boots pounding down the tunnel towards them..."Aw, c'mon...why does this always happen to me?" the Master muttered as he drew his slugthrower. The first of the cultists appeared only to be swiftly felled, blood leaking from a brand new whole in his forehead, only to be replaced by a dozen of his friends.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Skor
Objective: Massive Business Bazaar
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Unknown
Post: 10/25 (writer) 5/5 (Ringovinda StarYards)

"There is one thing left: the decommissioning cost"

"In the navy, these are usually minimal, especially when bids are made to sell an aging ship for scrap"

The decommissioning cost is often included in spacecraft insurance when distinguishing total losses: if the amount of damage is higher than the value of the ship, one talks about an actual total loss, whereas the cost of repair plus the decommissioning cost is higher than the value of the ship, then one talks about a constructive total loss. Here the drydocks are insured for their full value. Oh, sure, the assembly of those drydocks began, and the components of the drydocks are put into place, using an array of tugs and other orbital construction equipment, with the whole scene looking like the construction of a beehive to those onboard transient ships that are passing through atmosphere.

 

[Neesa]

VELOKS MAW
[member="Dax Fyre"]

Dax and his crew were just the distraction she needed. Fear had always been Neesa's ally. It had never left her side for long. She had started life on the bottom rung of the ladder: an abandoned orphan on the streets.

She took her fear and honed it into a weapon. Something cold, sharp and hard with which she shaped her resolve. Two two cultists turned back to face her. The one on the right received a throwing knife up to the hilt in his eye socket for doing so.

As the other fumbled for his saber Neesa charged. Both blades snapped free. The first batted the scarlet blade away, the mass of the alchemically altered phrik winning the collision with a weightless saber. Her second blade swiped low, opening the man up across his midriff.

She struck up four more times in the time it took him to fall.

 

[Red Cloud]

Location: Velok’s Maw
[member='Dax Fyre'], [member='taeli raaf'], [member='Anya Loma'], [member='Neesa']

“Finally some action” Red Cloud bellowed out as he shifted into a crouch in order to brace his blaster. He squeezed the trigger and let the HAS-50 fire out on full auto. Surprisingly, the gigantic blaster was completely silent when it fired, giving away the fact that it was a Shattergun. The beast of a blaster spew out an array of 15mm rounds. The ammo he picked today was the Serrated Fragmentation rounds, which were designed to detonate at the point of max lethality. And when the rounds burst, it would let loose serrated flechettes in a cone 30 feet forward and 10 feet across. Red Cloud’s flechette rounds immediately burst 4 of the cultists into a cloud of red mist. And he wasn’t stopping yet.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
In Scene: [member="Tai Fa"]
Post 1

Kith Verloren moved through the hallways toward Tai Fa's office in silence. In fairness, the fair haired young woman did most things in silence. Clad in high quality grey silk in a simple cut, she moved like a wraith. Though her motions were conservative and careful, her blue-grey eyes moved around her unceasingly. The details mattered.

"Watch," [member="Ignus"] had said, "Watch as you always do. And remember."

As if he'd needed to tell her to do something as natural to her as breathing was to him. But she had inclined her head, and gone to Skor. Not because he had asked her to, though that would have been enough. But because she hadn't seen it yet.

Because she had been summoned, she did not knock before entering his office. She walked across the room like a dancer.... or an assassin. In ages past she had been one of those two things. Fortunately, that wasn't why she was here today.

Kith inclined her head, hands moving subconsciously to clasp at the small of her back.

"Lord Tai Fa."

Her voice was quiet, and as with her movements, conservative. She stood before his desk, almost preternaturally still. Except for her eyes.

"You sent for me."

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Velok's Maw
Objective: Rock n' roll baby!
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Red Cloud"], [member="Anya Loma"]
Enemies: [member="Neesa"]

The gigantic creature beside the Rogue let loose with his massive weapon, no sound emitting from it. Dax silently thanked the Force for that as he was sure his eardrums would've exploded if it weren't silent. Not willing to jump into the line of fire and be killed by friendly fire, Dax fired into the mass of cultists being obliterated by the towering creatures weapon. One by one the unfortunate cultists fell to the wall of deadly hail which they faced.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Dead Space Graveyard | [1] | [[member="Chloe Blake"] ]


And I left the footprints, the mud stained on the carpet....


Siren's Song glided out of hyperspace and into real on the edge of the salvagers paradise. Scrap, bits of ships, nearly whole ones with massive holes through them filled his viewscreen. How did he miss this before? How did Salacia miss this? Focusing on one end of the galaxy and ignoring the other, thats how.



..........And it hardened like my heart when you left town...........


Easing on the controls, Siren's Song gently glided towards the mass of twisted durasteel and ghost vessels.Despite the vessel having been sitting unused for several months, it responded just as beautifully as it did when he first had it custom built during his time with the Vagrant Fleet. Judah considered his time with the Vagrants to he one of the best in his life.


"But I must admit, I would marry you in an instant. Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around...."


Judah was highly off-key, but no one was around to hear him singing to the tinny music floating through the cockpit.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
Post #2

He liked Kith.

The Thirriken had decided that after finding out two things about her: She was silent and did not usually speak, unless spoken to. Which was a pleasant experience sometimes when you simply wanted to think and muse about things. No, Lord Fa did not consider this one to be creepy or anything of the sort. The only thing that would have made this one better... is if she had been less humanoid.

Too many humans around already, if you asked him.

"Thank you, please sit." No matter if she complied with the request Tai started pouring tea for himself, before studying the lady across himself. She did not look much like a tea person. But people were known to surprise him on occasion.

"Tea?" If so, another cup would be poured and pushed over. His own was already cradled between his wings and warming him.

"We have arrived. Our meeting with the King has been postponed indefinitely though, but that was to be expected. Instead I have managed to track down one of the salvage points from which we were being supplied."

A sip from the fresh herbal tea.

"We will investigate and find out what happened. Questions?"

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
In Scene: [member="Tai Fa"]
Post 2

She accepted the offer of a seat. Less because she had a strong preference herself and more because the fact that he offered seemed to indicated that he did. Even if that preference was merely the habit of politeness.

Likewise, she accepted the cup of tea, but this time more for her own sake. Normally, she drank water, because that was simply what was done. One of the things that she did find honest enjoyment in, however, was tasting new things. Less for the immediate experience of them, and more to add another layer of knowing. In truth, that extended far beyond the realm of taste.

She cupped her hands around the teacup, mimicking his action for a moment. Warmth, that was the appeal she assumed. Though the pale jade colour of the tea was lost on her, she took a small sip. And nodded. If not pleasure, there was at least appreciation in the set of her mouth.

"Why did you expect the meeting with the King to be delayed?"

The answer, inevitably, would be 'politics.' And Kith was growing ever unimpressed with that word.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Investigate
Allies: [member="Kith Verloren"]
Post #3

Another sip was taken while he contemplated a response.

This was the other advantage with drinking tea while doing a meeting. If you were thinking about something it seemed to be more socially acceptable to let your conversation partner wait, if you were doing something in that point of time. That could be the drinking of tea or the writing of a letter or something entirely else and unrelated.

It did help that the tea was quite delicious though. He had brewed it, but this particular brew had come from [member="Saffron"], so he would have to remember to thank her.

"Someone is putting pressure on him. It explains why his government has been unwilling to assist in the investigation. He could not just deny me this meeting, Skor II has a lot to win with this business arrangement after all, but he can make it as uncomfortable as possible." The Thirriken thought back to all the options available to court that they could use against them without coming off as rude and inhospitable.

Appearances were quite important for royalty and other high ranking echelons. Even for the Squibs.

"They can keep delaying the meeting, until I grow tired and leave. Switch around the rooms at the last moment, petty things like that." A smile broke past the cup of tea then. "I do not think they considered I would simply investigate on my own though."

"Anything else?"

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Dax Fyre"][member="Red Cloud"]

She nodded and followed silently, she looked around as she looked to the large beast, he seemed to be carrying a large gun in him, she looked back to the front hearing foot steps

She watched dax shoot the man and ignited her purple saber, a thing she had gotten after finding her path, she stepped forward then stopped watching the beasts gun rip them to shreds, she smirked and looked to dax

guess we don't worry about a thing huh

Post 2

 

[Kellyn Muir]

Location: Skor II Trade Center
Allies: Galactic Alliance, SIS
Enemies: N/A
1

The halls bustled with activity, crowds shifting in all directions. In the pandemonium of multidirectional travel and individuals navigating to their own destinations, Kellyn mosied through the trade center to see what might be of interest. With the disbanding of the Aegis Initiative, his work only lie with the Strategic Intelligence Service, but even so, the gig was more of a part time one than anything else. He needed full time work to keep him busy, not to mention keep food on the table.

His skillset lie chiefly in diplomacy, but with a background in contracted paramilitary operations, that seemed to be the safest bet. The Force usually guided Kellyn in his endeavors, even if only inertly, but he was coming up short on Skor II. Maybe it was the thick concentration of people, maybe it was a lack of effort. Either way though, if Kellyn wanted a job, he needed to think of something fast.