Did the fish take the bait? [GR dom for Manaan]

[Mantic Dorn]

Did the fish take the bait?

With the southern systems of the republic thrown into a turmoil of chaos the Galactic Republic desperately tries to reestablish diplomatic connections as well as maintain fleet supply lines and other necessities for the Republic war machine to be able to operate further into the galaxy.​

Background
As the usurper shocked the Republic in its core by her bloody coup on Chazwa many were those that saw an opportunity to raise themselves in the shadow of the Chazwa regime.

While overestimating the former Prime Ministers chances of success the former senator of Manaan openly sided with her, declaring Manaan reasources to be at the traitors disposal. In return he would become the sole ruler of the planet. Funding an own private fleet mostly made up by pirates and mercenaries he assumed that Manaan would bow to him as its new ruler, with the concent of the usurper on Chazwa.

Unfortunately the senator had also missunderstood and gravely underestimated his own governments viewpoint on this.

As he moved to copy the former prime minister of the republics move on Manaan he was less succesful and faced a united government prepared to oppose the senators forces.

Within days Manaan was thrown into a internal strife and now the Manaan government has decided to accept the republics offer to reestablish contact.

OOC

This be the darn republic dominion of Manaan!
Here is the LINK to the OOC discussion thread.
Anyone is welcome to join in as long as your story fits in with the overall purpose of the dominion.
Choose one of bellow objectives or mix em up as you see fit. They are merely there as inspiration.

Objectives

A - Diplomatic relations
Senators are dispatched to meet and negoiate the return of Manaan into the Galactic Republic. Role Play your politician or their guards as they enter the meeting with the local Manaan government.

B - Arrest the traitor
The traitor senator, Gu'l hazuh, has barricaded himself in an underwater base on the far side of the planet. From there he still transmits his propaganda refusing to give himself up.
Role play your pew pew character scuba diving or entering via a sub-marine into the base. Remember, Gu'l has Selkath loyalists operating around him. Under water fighting should be a challenge.

C - Argh! Dar be pirates in space...
The pirate fleet put together by the traitor Gu'l is still pestering the Manaan system. If left to its devices they will make sure no Manaan ships leaves the system. Put an end to the pirate menace and drive them away. However, there is one problem. The pirates are hiding in a nearby asteroid field avoiding the massive Republic destroyers to make short work of them. For the time being, smaller ships can enter the filed to face the priates but the larger cruisers and destroyers can only circle the asteroids like hungry sharks waiting for their pray to come out.
Role Play your fleeter moving in to secure Manaan space from these dreaded pirates.

D - Fishing trip.
Within the depth of Manaan lies many secrets. With many underwater sites still resting undisturbed Manaan scientist now welcome republic assistance in mapping the sites and creatures of the depth.

E - Go with the flow!
Manaan is a big system. So is the space around it. Have an idea of your own? Go with it and enjoy writing a good story!

F - Friendly enemies?
Do you want to help the Galactic Republic but write a story opposing us? Perhaps a dog fight in the asteroid fields, or a scavenger stealing artefacts from the bottom of the sea? Feel free to check in with us and we can most likely get you some opposition for this thread.

Format
Please let other writers know what objective you are using if you are interested in company. Also, dont forget the post count. A maximum of 20 posts per writer is allowed.

Have fun!

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=1/20]​

The submarine’s computer located the newest construction plans it could find for the power-station’s central core and transmitted them to Corvus’ wrist unit. She was very close to the central column here, and, looking up, she could see the faintness of the light on the surface of the water. Ccountless lights belonging to those who lived there. So many up there profited from what lay below, but that was always the case.

From the plans, she could see that the subterranean construction was not a quiet place. There were artificial structures deep under the water, their uses not always obvious. Along with life-support systems, waste-management plants, power centres, and storage facilities, the city was almost as expansive below the water as it was above.

But the place she sought, was not actually that far below the surface. What set it apart was that it was built within the central tower’s deep foundations.

It took some time to negotiate her way through the first water toward the tower. She sought to keep her movements covert; she was already uncomfortable that a trusted few knew her destination but time meant there was no option for games.

Finally she found the air-lock she was looking for and entered the structure and removed the dry-suit. The descent from here was down a rarely used spiral staircase, her feet clanging on metal treads, her glow rod making shadows dance. She cast her senses out and around her. She smelled for danger, listened for held breaths, searched the deep shadows with Force-enhanced sight, and if her mind touched one other mind intent on violence, she would know.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Objective E: Steal the Jewell of Manaan
Post: 1/20

There were many ways to win, and many ways to be a good person. One of such could involve killing pirates and traitors, others, such as the one Blight was involved in could involve breaking into a certain Senator's underwater mansion to steal a jewell, then present it to a certain senator to encourage peace. Ashtah smiled to herself as the sub went further and further down, the lights of the mansion soon becoming visible. She got into her diving suit and exited the sub, letting the automated defences tear it apart and disguise her entry and she swam toward one of the walls, invisible to the radar

 

[Weiss]

E - Sea patrol
2/20

The weather was fine and the sun reflecting in the water made it all beautiful. In the distance the Manaan capital gleamed like a jewel in the water and there was no sound of the implied battles that were reported to take place.

However, these were battles taking place under the water and that made it all appear somewhat strange.
The speed boats followed the command boat of Weiss in a V formation and took a sharp turn, causing deep waves across the ocean as they went on. It made a couple of the troopers smile. Speed had that effect on young men and women. It made them feel alive.

"So far nothing to report..." Weiss's second instructed Weiss on command deck.

Then follow designated route and maintain high alert. Who knows what those fish creatures have in store for us."

Weiss looked around. The soldiers enjoyed their time here. And they deserved it.
For now this was an easy ride. If they were lucky it just might be one of the most peaceful operations he had been on. But then, he seldom were that lucky...

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Objective C - Pirate cleansing
MC95 prototype "Formidable"
enroute to Manaan
Development for the MC95 post 1
posts 1/20

Reshmar sat in his command throne watching the star lines of hyperspace light up the front view screen. The call from the Supreme Commander had come at a very unfortunate time. Reshmar had been in the middle of the breaking in cruiser for the first of the MC95-class Star Defenders. The ship had a skeleton crew on board and no attack wing in here hanger. He had ordered a group of escorts to meet him in system but had no idea how long they would be. He assumed he had not been the only fleet asset called on by the Supreme Commander and was prepared to only offer support once he and the Formidable reached Manaan.

"Admiral, reversion in three minutes" said one of the officers manning the navigational station as he went about preparing the new ship to make its first reversion back to real space. The massive ship was a work of art. It was the first real Mon Calamari ship built in centuries to the standard of the ships formally built by the Mon Calamari Shipyards. It was the most advanced ship ever built by the Mon Calamari. It was the apex of modern engineering mixed with the ingenuity of the best Mon Calamari Engineers alive. More importantly it was expensive, Reshmar could not scratch it. The ship had taken every credit he and the Mon Calamari Shipyards could muster to build the ship. It was to go to the Galactic Republic as soon as it had been tested and signed off on. Reshmar guessed a test in real world conditions would prove to the Republic and any other prospective buyers that the ships were worth the insanely high price tag. The ship was a work of art, and art is not cheep.

"Reversion in 10, 9, 8...." Reshmar listened to the jump master call down the final seconds of the jump. The ship slid silently out of hyperspace like it had never even been in it. No shutter as the ships motivators released , No vibrations of any kind in the deck and frame of the ship. It just stopped and the scene through the forward viewport changed.

"First jump is in the books admiral, the ship is yours." Said the Jump master. Reshmar swiveled his throne around to the comms stations and the four men siting there.

"Open a channel lieutenant" said Reshmar to the man standing behind the stations officers. The Duro man nodded and gave the order to one of the tech officers. a moment later the Duro officer nodded and spoke. "Channel open sir."

"To any Republic assets in system, this is Admiral Reshmar reporting. How can I be of assistance?" Reshmar said as he swung back around to look out at the planet Munaan in the distance. The Supreme Commanders message had been vague. Just a request for assistance. No operational intel, no situational information. IN the distance Reshmar could make out smaller craft moving around. Most moving towards the planet. some moving towards the asteroid belt in the distance. But it was clear, The Formidable was the only republic capital ship there currently and thus was now the biggest target for anyone not friendly to the Republic.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: E - Training
Post: [1/20]

Swimming was never one of Sofia's strong suits especially with the heavy weaponry she usually carried with her on her person so some training was in order. While she usually wore little to no armour, Sofia intended to train wearing a full set of the standard issue Galactic Republic Armour to prepare for the worst case scenario should it happen.

Sofia checked the safety of her firearms were on before she slung them across her back and prepared to enter the water. Sofia broke the water's surface as she put a boot into one of the bodies of water of Manaan, followed by her other boot. Slowly, Sofia waded deeper into the water until the water levels were just above her waist. Sofia then proceeded to fall forward on to the water and proceeded to attempt to swim freestyle in her heavy gear. The attempt was unsuccessful and she began to sink. Luckily, the water was only at waist height and her gear was too heavy for the waves to pull her away, deeper into the ocean.

This was not going to work - Sofia knew it. The armour was too heavy to float. She needed to come up with a new plan should she have to face a situation like this in the future.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

OOC: We were requested to join as opposition by [member="Mantic Dorn"].​

posts 1/20
Objective F - Pirate Charity
Location - Asteroid Field, aboard the corvette
Allie's - [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Tiali Orazio"], and co.
Ship's -
1 Crusader class corvette
5 Half drive fighters
1 Heavy Hutt bomber

Spoiler

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXhuso4OTG4[/video]

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'scrip..' It came as a crackle, an audible squeal of static bursting to life on the open com. "When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Flannigan always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail." and it was gone.

It sat there among the space debri, bobbing among the fields of rock and junk like a nasty boil pulsing red and ready to be popped, but unknown to the unlucky popper well they had mistaken this for another patch of greasy skin in truth it was a bug, a small bug but one that had the plan of getting into the potato salad and ruining everyone's day, it was in fact the Jackals the hand of the Hutt Cartel, purchased by Gu'l hazuh in their new mercenary contract scheme, purchased to harass his assailants and be a general nuisance.

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"[member="Thraxis"], get yourself on the guns, [member="Cadan Tazi"] attend the second, have the fighters scramble cause confusion, have them light up as merchant or republic vessels, shoot down democracy with everything we got lads." Every single geometric shape sharp in focuse, the overwhelming thunder of cylinders the squeak of a rigging and the metallic groan of metal and the perceptible scratching.. The metal monster was here, and well he had a plan just unorthodox it might work.

[member="Reshmar"], [member="Weiss"], [member="Blight"], [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Mantic Dorn"], [member="Sofia Annesley"]​

 

[Thraxis]

Post: 1/20
Objective: F
Location: Asteroid Field
Comrades in arms: Flannigan Mcnash/Cadan Tazi/Triali Orazio
Ships: Good Question. Don't own one.
Thraxis had been lazed about for awhile, his eyes dazed about the darkness of space with a bottle of booze hanging haphazardly on the weak grip of his fingertips. He had no perception of time in space, the lights were never fading, as much as the darkness ceased to stop, it was eerie and quiet in that vacuum. A sort of serenity that seemed to seep into the ships itself.

Thraxis ears were assaulted by orders from the captain and in an instant, his eyes snapped into focus, the fingertips gripping around his booze and throwing it to his lips, the speed of it coming into contact moving just as fast as the booze as it slid down his throat. As he bounced out of his seat he threw the bottle towards the wall. "Lets go kill some innocent bystanders!" he yelled as he quickly rushed off towards one of the Gunner seats, his left hand running back into his trenchcaot to pull our another bottle of booze to help him focus on the task at hand and once again the liquor drained into his mouth and landed with a thick thud in his stomach.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Reshmar"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Blight"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]
[member="Sofia Annesley"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Objective F
Post 3/20

While snoaring was an art in itself, the weequay gunner truly excelled at it. Especially after such a hard nights work. Drinking and gambling was very much underestimated....

Hung across his neck a bottle of rum dangled in a thin thread as he had taken precautions not to loose the precious fluid should an accident happen.
The thing was, on board one of the infameous pirate vessel operated by the jackals, accidents happened all the time.

As the speakers shook with the voice of [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] Ka-Aver sat up straight with a hic-up putting an immideate halt to his snoaring.

"What!? Where!??!.... Innozent!" he looked around bewildred. But then noticed [member="Thraxis"] a couple of seats away. The old mad man was clearly preparing one of the guns.

"Oh.... " he grinned. "Wez are gonna zhoot zomething...." he spoke to himself and started to hit the switches to get his own gun online.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]

 

[Hopeman12]

Objective B
Post 1/20
Allies: GR, [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: Evil Fish.

"Jordun Darko went underwater and sank to the bottom of the ocean" Jordun sang out of tune in his submarine. He also loved the planet Manaan for some odd reason. Maybe because he liked that the selkath, the native species of Manaan, sounded funny or something. "R2, get my scuba suit ready, we are arriving and i don't expect a happy welcome.", Darko told his droid. The Jedi then put the sub on auto pilot and put on his suit." He then attached his lightsaber and swam into the ocean.

 

[Elphaba nic Arose]

[member="Corvus Raaf"]
1/20
Objective E

The submersible heading down was constricting while she remained in the suit. Her master was here and helping the republic while she was moving over some of the things in her head. She grabbed from the magnetic plates while she grabbed the shield placing it. "Do we have a plan down here master?" She said it while moving with some of her attention going out to sense the world around them. She withdrew the saber and clipped it to her vambrace before moving to shake off the chill of coming down in the sub and suit to the depths of the ocean. She didn't know what the sense of foreboding was coming off of things while she moved a little squinting to look around.

 

[Fen]

Full fathom five thy father lies, and of his bones are corals made...​

-William Shakespeare​

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Objective B
[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Jordun Darko"]

Manaan. The place where the Jedi Matsu Ike had so callously slaughtered an entire city. Small wonder they wished to secede. No doubt they saw them all as occupiers. Invaders. As Korr bit down on his rebreather and sank beneath the waves, he couldn't help but wondering who played the villain here.

The glittering jewel of Manaan city faded. Above, light was now a mere reflection playing across the surface of the water. Korr glanced over his shoulder, then kicked out and up, propelling himself deeper into the ocean. Farther from the light.

His hands parted, pushing water past him again and again in repetitive strokes. The more he receded from the surface, the colder the water became. Numbness crept in, leeching warmth from his fingers and toes. Korr employed the art of Tapas to conserve his body heat and restore some sensation to those limbs, while his eyes kept alert for signs of a threat. He could feel a host of presences out there, minds alert, though not all of them felt sapient.

Sure enough, as he swam closer to the point of ingress, a cluster of beings emerged from the dim ocean's depths to greet him. Selkath. Most of the flat-headed species were peaceful enough, unless they felt their oceans were threatened. It took some doing to imagine a threat worse than an invasion of the very same people who had destroyed an entire city on this planet not so many years ago. These Selkath bore wicked looking tridents, designed precisely for underwater combat.

They thought they were defending their homes. He could not, in good conscious, kill citizens of the Republic. Ryan scowled darkly and extended a hand. A powerful light emanated from his palm, bathing the Selkath in sudden radiance. The brilliance of the light in a place that ordinary received none blinded them all temporarily, but what he had just done was the equivalent of shooting up a flare. Any other guards in the area would know his position exactly.

Using the Force, Korr propelled himself away from the Selkath and toward his objective at top speed, outpacing pursuing Selkath where possible and blinding them with intermittent bursts of light until at last he reached the air-lock. Korr engaged the airlock and swam inside. The room slowly drained of water. Ryan removed his rebreather and stowed it in his soaked robes. He could feel the presence Grandmaster Raaf ahead. Another presence was also nearby, though unfamiliar to him.

The airlock light turned green and he stepped inside the base. Hmm, no blow dry? Well, he'd have to make do. Dripping wet, Korr headed down the spiral staircase, following in Raaf's wake.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Post Number: [1/20]
Objective E: Oversee infiltration of the space station

Spoiler

Forces:
64 Soldiers

• All equipped with advanced Xythan force shields
• Split into 8 fire teams of 8 soldiers

Xythan Force Shield Dev post #1

This would be another mission the Lieutenant would not be directly involved in. Instead of being on the ground with his comrades, this soldier would be overlooking the operation. The mission in question was the re-capture of a Republic space station currently being held by Manaan forces who were in agreement with the traitorous former Prime Minister. The requirement to reclaim this station was imperative if the Galactic Republic would wish to maintain control of the system. It's positioning and weaponry would allow for quick and easy deployment of forces onto Manaan if an invasion was to happen and a viable defence against hostile fleets. This station was too valuable to allow the Navy to destroy it, so therefore Jaccer had been left with the job of capturing it.

It would appear that the forces under control of the Lieutenant were lacking to take over the entire space station. However these sixty-four soldier were some of the best assets the Galactic Republic Military had available and each were equipped with state of the art Xythan force shields currently being tested for future Orion Corporation armour systems. The original plan was for the men to go in with little more than their weapons and the clothes on their backs, but Jaccer saw this as a perfect scenario to test the viability of these shields and provide additional protection. For this operation, Jaccer Ramirez would be using the callsign "Apollo" when addressing his units. He had absolute faith in the soldiers that they would be capable of complete their objective, as long as they could get inside the station of course.

For entry into the station, the two large dropships would act as transports and use codes picked up from a broken communication frequency to gain access into one of the main hangars. Once there they would almost instantly be discovered as intruders and would most likely have to battle their way through the station. "This is your operator Apollo checking in. ETA at the station is 1 minute 58 seconds, so gear up." The metallic clangs of munitions being loaded would illustrate that his orders would being followed on the other side of the commlink. "The Xythan force shields you have being provided with are some of the best protective equipment available. They will survive anything short of an orbital bombardment. But this does not make you invulnerable, if they are are not calibrated correctly blaster bolts with have no problem blowing you up like confetti. Don't do anything you wouldn't do without them." This quick overview of the system would hopefully prove to be useful to Jaccer and the soldiers on the "ground".

"I'm sure you've familiarised yourselves with the mission at hand so I won't run over that again. Just get ready and try not to die."


(OOC Note: If you wish, feel free to join in with this mission.)

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: E - Training
Post: [2/20]

Sofia switched her armour for her military uniform before she jumped into the water again. One should learn to walk before they ran and her attempt at swimming with a full set of battle gear on was nothing short of foolishness on her part. Sofia tried again, jumping in wearing her military uniform as well as wepons she usually had on her person while in her uniform.

This attempt at swimming was more successful. Although her mother instilled her the ability to move gracefully from a young age, her sorry attempt at freestyle swimming was anything but. Her movements were more clumsy than ususal, hindered by the weight of the wet cloth. While clumsy and ungraceful, her swimming abilities were sufficent - even if she looked more like a drowning dog than a soldier swimming.

Sofia waded back into the shore, her clothes wet and heavy. Swimming was tiring and made her feel a little sleepy. She did not have the confidence to swim across the body of water. As a result of the position her sergent assigned her, she was usually laying in the hills hidden from sight by shubbery rather than on the front lines and this had had a negative impact on her stamina, something she had neglected and needed to train before she could even think of doing before crossing a large body of water.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Objective: B - Submerge with Saber team and arrest the traitor.

Location: Ten meters above water surface in a Republic marked dropship, preparing for dive.

Allies: Galactic Republic forces. (Don't know who is in the general insertion area of Saber Team, so I'll tag as we go. Feel free to interact with Valkren's team!)

Enemies: Any opposition to the Galactic Republic.

Post: [01/20]

"I hate the karkin' water." Specialist Watson spoke up, leaning out the side of the dropship, the only safety harness keeping him inside the metal deathtrap was his right hand gripping onto the door frame. The wind pushing over rather large whitecaps right below them, crashing into a foam of beautiful water.

"What? Can't swim, Wat'?" Michaels chuckled as he slipped his helmet on over his head. Their usual specialized heavy-assault armor had been altered slightly so they had less armor plating. This would let them move abit easier once submerged, but they'd be more exposed to small arms fire. Their helmets were fashioned with a rebreather, and their supply packs had been switched out for oxygen tanks. With this shortage of supplies and weapons, they'd have to make this a quick operation. O'Connor held most of their extra ammunition and supplies with a sphere-like container that he'd tug along once in the water, for now he had it at his feet, ready to kick in it before they deploy.

The rest of Saber team was readying their own gear, while Sergeant Valkren Calderon was mainly busy fiddling with their new rifles. Their 'Valor' assault rifles had been modified to operate under water, unfortunately that made them operate poorly while fighting in a dry area. No matter, the commando team would get the job done anyways.

Valkren stood up, lifting the rifle with his right hand and moving towards the door next to Watson. "Suit up boys, time to embrace the suck once more. We'll be diving several stages down there to reach our objective. Keep a five meter spread once we're submerged, O'Connor keep our supplies behind us."

"Aye Sir."

"We'll get done with this one easily boys, once we're all suited up, we're deploying."

All five of Valkren's men nodded, standing as soon as they were all suited and the oxygen from their tanks began to flow. Their weapons steady, it was only their Assault rifles and side arms that they would bring besides the few thermal detonators that were in the supply case. That meant no heavy weaponry like launches or rotary canons, much to O'Connor and O'Riley's dismay. After a few more minutes, all six men took the plunge, leaping off after O'Connor rolled the case into the vast ocean. Each man followed the one after, staggering their jumps to avoid landing on one another. The plunge took them atleast a few yards down, taking them all a moment to gain awareness of their surroundings. Once the team's NCO, Valkren, gained his own awareness he'd look all around at his teammates.

It's true what they say about space and water, almost being the same. It's eerie, knowing that the only way they can communicate is with their communications system, and that death is only a cords-cut away. "Well, isn't this fun boys?"

"You got the orders boys, use the sea floor as cover if we engage with any contacts. O'Riley, Young, you two are on the outside of our formation, keep an eye on our flanks. It's easy to be surprised down here."

With that in mind, the Six men of saber team moved in a perfect formation, the fins attached to their combat boots giving them just enough advantage to move ahead of the other Republic forces. If they were lucky, they'd reach the underwater compound before the others.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: E - Training
Post: [3/20]

Sofia jogged around a city in Manaan in full armour, taking in its scenery. She did not know much about the city but found it to be quite beautiful especially since it was surronded by beautiful, clean bodies of water. It hadn't even been half an hour and she was already feeling the weight of her armour affecting her speed and stamina.

Sofia alternated between a burst of speed and a jog during her run. It was sad how poorly she had neglected her fitness. By the end of the run Sofia was tired and covered in sweat - she felt as if she was being baked in her armour. The cool wind caressed her face when she took off her helmet amd relaxed her. She was more tired from her run than a soldier should be which annoyed her.

Holding her helmet in he hand, Sofia headed back to her cheap motel room to relax after training alone for most of the day. She was so tired she couldn't allow her self to lie down or she might instantly drift off into the land of unconciousness.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Post Number: [2/20]
Objective E: Oversee cleansing of the space station

Spoiler

Forces:
64 Soldiers

• All equipped with advanced Xythan force shields
• Split into 8 fire teams of 8 soldiers

Xythan Force Shield Dev post #2

"Copy that, beginning landing process now." The Pilot had been patched through to the hangar controller of the station, "Yes, cargo is on board and ready for unloading." This was it, soon the battle would commence and -hopefully- the Republic would achieve their objective.

As the dropships came to a landing inside the main hangar of the station, each soldier switched on their helmet cams to allow Jaccer a clear view of the battlefield. It wasn't long after the thrusters were powered down that two workers came over to what they thought was the transport ship. From the rear of the ship they would dial in the codes given to them in order to open the "cargo bay" door. However, instead of being met by boxes and crates of supplies all the workers would see were 32 individual muzzles pointing in their direction. Only two of the front soldiers would fire at the workers, making their presence know all around the hangar.

After the two initial shots, the relatively small group of 64 soldiers would pile out of the ships and enter an immediate fire fight with the hostile forces available at the hangar. Luckily for the soldiers, the element of surprise had been on their side and any forces in the station would not be mobilised in time in order to cut of the intruders. Those that were able to get shots off at the advancing soldiers would only see their blaster bolts be easily deflected by the Xythan force shields each soldier had equipped on their person. In a matter of seconds the Republic forces had secured the hangar and would begin to approached the doorways that led to the corridors which were connected to the rest of the station.

As the soldier began entering the metal corridors they would hear the deployment of the hangar defensive weaponry being deployed and fire unto the dropships that were still immobile on the hangar floor. "We have to pull out or these turbolasers are going to shred us!" "Apollo copies all, just make sure you're back to pick up our boys if they need it." It was greatly unlikely that the soldiers would need an extraction as they were already making a rapid land grab of the station as it was evident from the previous battle that their Xythan shields were holding against what weaponry their enemies had access to. And now with the soldiers split into their fireteams and advancing down different corridors of the station, their progression through the station would only be quickened.

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective A

Manaan.

The ship carrying the Senators was on approach to the space port. Faith looked out the viewport down at Maanan. It was extremely unfortunate that they had decided to follow the former Prime Minister's example.

Surely they could have seen that it would fail the Republic with all it's ups and downs could unite well when threats of losing those well earned freedoms was taken away. The Guards were preparing to escort the Senators off.

Faith turned and looked at them they were methodical, steady and well trained. Couldn't as for more. The plan today was to work with the government get them back into the right direction and have Manaan make reparations for any lives lost for fighting Republic forces. Why? Because it was the right things to do..

The ship was turning making ready to land.

 

[Jack Sparrow]

Objective A

The Black Pearl fell into the landing pattern established by Manaan's flight control on the heel's of [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]'s ship. There was a lot of water on this planet. That suited Jack. For some reason he'd always been drawn to open water, almost as much as he was drawn to the freedom of endless starry space.

"One day I'm going to retire to a place like this," he said aloud from the co-pilot's seat. "With less open hostility towards the government, mind you. Maybe no government. That's be nice for a change. Maybe with me as the government. King Jack. I'd like that, says I."

Lagan Cloudburner, the ship's pilot, smiled. "Last week you said when you retired you were going to buy a satellite and turn it into the galaxy's biggest pub."

"Time, Mr. Cloudburner, is as malleable as a Polydroxal doxie. Opinions must be made the same."

From inside the ship's cabin, Dewkazza the Wookiee roared.

"Thank you, Dewey. You see, Mr. Cloudburner?"

Lagan chuckled. "Dewey said you broke the last Polydroxal doxie you visited, Captain."

Jack furrowed his brow, raised a finger, opened his mouth, closed it again, and lowered his finger. "Yes. Well. I've got a vivid imagination. Prepare for landing!"

 

[Ben Corscifine]

Objective D: Exploration of ruins at the Hrakert Rift
Location: En route to ruins
Allies: Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.
Enemies: Disappointment and boredom.
Post 1/20

At this point in history, Manaan was a planet steeped in conflict with the forces of the Republic. Ben Corscifine, the young Jedi padawan with big aspirations to grow into a defender of the Republic, had traveled to the system with his Master, [member="Corvus Raaf"], to assist the Republic in a campaign in the system. With a separatist Selkath taking refuge in an underwater stronghold, pirates terrorizing the system's space, and the government of the planet threatening not to rejoin the Republic, Ben knew that he would certainly see some action joining in on this mission. He couldn't wait for his opportunity to--

"Map some ruins?"

Yes. He had heard correctly. Ben had to stifle his obvious disappointment when he learned that he would be spending his time in the system exploring the ruins of an underwater kolto mining facility that had been operational in a long-gone era while Corvus was off hunting down the Selkath traitor, Gu'l hazah. Perhaps his master thought that it would be a good exercise for the young man to take part in a mission for the good of the Republic that didn't involve fighting. The scientists on Manaan would be quite pleased to have an agent of the Republic assisting them in their own research pursuits, after all. Perhaps this mission would expand Ben's understanding of what it meant to serve.

"These ruins were once an important Republic outpost. Not the Republic you know today, mind you, but the Republic as it existed many, many centuries ago," Matan Kono, a Selkath scientist to whom Ben had been introduced upon his arrival on Manaan, explained as Ben sat behind him in a submarine en route to the Hrakert Rift, an underwater canyon in the planet's depths. "For quite a while, researchers on Manaan have been interested in traveling to the site and exploring the ruins. With the Republic's newfound...interest in the planet, we were finally able to secure the resources necessary for the expedition," Matan continued excitedly. He was a queer Selkath--a race which often in history, as Ben understood it, had remained removed from galactic society and politics-- in that he was quite garrulous and cheerful. Not that Ben had reason to believe the Selkath were a mean-spirited race, but rather Ben would find any person this excitable strange.

"Your role is simple, Padawn Corscifine," Matan looked intently at Ben, his facial tendrils flapping about with his jittery gesticulation. "While I remain in the submarine and monitor your movements, you will take the underwater exploration suit I provide and move about the ruins, charting the whole location on this data pad. The underwater structures will be too tight of quarters for the whole sub, otherwise I'd join you. Probably better that you aren't beholden to these old bones, anyway," he laughed heartily. Ben had no clue how old the Selkath was. "I'll keep connected to you with this comm link, and update you as we discover what's down there. Sound good?"

What was Ben supposed to say?

Sounds like a waste of my time, with everything that's going on here.

"Yes sir, Doctor Kono," Ben smiled, "Sounds good to me."

At least Ben liked fish.